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The old elfess sat by the lake, the waters reflecting the quiet splendor of the Silver Lands. She had seen it all, the birth of a nation from ashes, its rise to grandeur, and its descent once more into ruin. Time had turned empires to dust before her very eyes. Her gaze lifted to the sky, weary yet longing. “It is sad” she murmured, her voice as soft as the breeze. “Once, it was home to so many. Yet more than anything, I wish for the lost children of Larihei to find their way back home.” The wind stirred the trees, carrying her words into the vast, endless horizon.

It would be so much better for roleplay if you could only master a magic or two. So much more diversity and you wouldn’t have people with 5 MA’s and all the possible FAs. (Ignore my all my MA’s and 16 FAs please)

The icebergs are melting, we’re all gonna drown

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Somewhere in the distant realms, a white eyed elfess peeks through a lens that pierces through realities. Unfazed.

Issued as of 7th of The First Seed Year 185 SA For many years, I have faithfully served the state under various Sohaeran and Maheralan. Throughout my journey, I have endured persecution, false accusations, and even survived attempted assassinations—all in my relentless pursuit to safeguard the Blessed Bastion from any who seek to harm Her. Recently, it has come to my attention that once again, we find ourselves entangled in a situation reminiscent of past controversies that were never truly resolved. The purpose of this message is to propose an opportunity to correct our missteps. We all make mistakes, but it is crucial that we swiftly rectify them and learn from them. There is no room for imperfection among us, for we are Mali'thill. Therefore, I wish to highlight the contradictions within the flawed constitution presented by the Silver Council. This constitution is one I refuse to abide by, and no citizen of Silver should be compelled to follow it either, as it holds no validity beyond being a mere piece of paper. BOOK I – OF THE INDISPUTABLE LAWS ARTICLE 9. The Blessed Citizens of Haelun'or will not tolerate the utilisation of illicit substances that may hinder one’s thoughts. Alcohol, by its very nature, is a psychoactive substance known to impair cognitive function, judgment, and motor skills. It is well-documented that even moderate consumption can lead to diminished mental clarity and hindered decision-making abilities. This raises an essential question: if the primary concern is the preservation of clear and unimpeded thought, is alcohol banished as well? To maintain intellectual consistency and uphold the values of mental acuity and clarity, it is imperative to address this discrepancy. A society dedicated to the purity of thought cannot selectively apply its principles. Thus, if Haelun'or genuinely seeks to eliminate all substances that may impair one's cognitive faculties, it must also reconsider its stance on alcohol. BOOK III – OF CITIZENSHIP AND RESIDENCY ARTICLE 5. The mandatory Oath of Allegiance is as follows: “I solemnly swear this sacred oath: to render unconditional allegiance to [Sohaer’s Full Name], Sohaer of the Silver State of Haelun'or and Chief Commander of the Sillumir, and in my honourable duty as a citizen of the State, I pledge unwavering obedience unto death.” The current constitution of Haelun'or, as outlined in Book III, Article 4, Section E, mandates that all citizens, both old and new, must recite the State of Allegiance, pledging their loyalty to the Sohaer. This includes the Maheral, who, by the constitution, is considered a citizen of Haelun'or and thus must also pledge allegiance to the Sohaer. However, this requirement is inherently flawed and invalidates the constitution itself. The Maheral is recognized as the epitome of purity, the beacon of our culture, and the guardian of Larihei’s teachings. To suggest that the Maheral must pledge loyalty to the Sohaer implies a hierarchical subordination, placing the Maheral below the Sohaer. This is a direct affront to our foundational principles, as it indirectly suggests that Larihei, the first Maheral and the founder of our blessed culture, is subordinate to the Sohaer. Such an implication is unacceptable and contradicts the very essence of Haelun'or’s values. The Maheral stands as the ultimate embodiment of our ideals and traditions, above all political structures and offices. Therefore, the current constitution, by enforcing this pledge of allegiance, undermines the stature and sanctity of the Maheral and must be reconsidered and revised to truly reflect the unique and supreme position of the Maheral in our society. In conclusion, the pledge of Allegiance must be amended to remove the mention of the Sohaer and be replaced by the name of the Maheral. The constitution should be amended to exempt the Maheral from this pledge, thereby preserving the rightful and exalted status of the Maheral as the guiding light of our culture, above all other positions within Haelun'or. Sohaer and Okariran alike must pledge an oath before entering office, ensuring they in their work pledge their support to the Maheral and maintain our purity, working for what is best in the guidance of Larihei. BOOK IV – OF TRIALS AND PUNISHMENT ARTICLE 3. Members of elHeial’thilln or elMalauriran may only be summoned by the Sohaer. The assertion that elMalauriran may only be summoned by the Sohaer is deeply flawed and borderline criminal. While the Malauriran may no longer hold the title of the most pure, they possess the significant authority to remove the Maheral. To imply that not even the Maheral may summon them undermines the very foundation of our governance and cultural integrity. elHeial'Malauriran does not answer to the Sohaer. Their primary responsibility is to safeguard our blessed bastion, particularly in the event that something happens to the Maheral. Their authority and role extend beyond the comprehension and jurisdiction of the Sohaer. They are the custodians of our cultural purity and heritage, ensuring that the teachings of Larihei are upheld without compromise. Allowing only the Sohaer the power to summon these esteemed members effectively places a political body above the cultural and spiritual guardians of Haelun'or, which is unacceptable. iv. Judges, the Pariran’tir, are chosen based on social hierarchy and authority, namely: [ A ]: elOkariran. [ B ]: elMalauriran. [ C ]: First-class Citizens The current structure for selecting judges, the Pariran’tir, based on social hierarchy and authority, is inherently flawed. Specifically, placing elHeial'malauriran, the highest cultural council, beneath the political body of elOkariran is an unlawful contradiction that undermines our cultural values. elHeial'malauriran, composed of the former Maheralan, holds the utmost authority in matters of purity and culture in the absence of the Maheral. Additionally, elHeial'lauriran, a council of esteemed Talonnii heads chosen directly by the Maheral, operates directly under the Maheral’s authority. To place any political institution above these councils in matters of culture and purity is not only a contradiction but also a power grab that breaches our cultural integrity. Their role and standing should reflect their unparalleled importance in maintaining the purity and cultural integrity of Haelun'or. By placing them below the Okariran, the current structure fails to acknowledge their superior status in these critical areas. To rectify this, elPariran’tir should be restructured to prioritize cultural and purity concerns appropriately. The revised hierarchy should be as follows: Maheral Malauriran Lauriran First-Class citizens This revised structure ensures that the most knowledgeable and culturally significant individuals hold the highest authority in matters pertaining to our heritage and purity, thus preserving the sanctity and continuity of Larihei's teachings. By doing so, we respect the authority of the Maheral and the councils directly appointed by them, safeguarding against any undue political overreach. BOOK V – OF AUTHORITY AND SUCCESSION CHAPTER 1 – Of the Instrument and Authority of Government ARTICLE 1. The Sohaer is the highest authority of the Silver State of Haelun'or. The Maheral stands as the highest authority within the state. While the Maheral does not meddle in political matters, as they are above such concerns, they represent the ultimate embodiment of our cultural and spiritual ideals. The Maheral is the Head of State, symbolizing the purity, heritage, and unity of our people. Their role is to guide and safeguard the essence of Haelun'or, ensuring that the teachings of Larihei remain the cornerstone of our society. In contrast, the Sohaer, while a significant and respected political figure, serves as the highest political entity within the state. The Sohaer's duties are to manage the day-to-day governance and political affairs, ensuring the smooth operation of our state’s institutions. However, it is crucial to recognize that the Sohaer's authority is not absolute. They operate within the framework of our cultural principles and under the overarching guidance of the Maheral. The Maheral’s role as the Head of State places them at the pinnacle of our hierarchy, above the political machinations and duties that the Sohaer oversees. In conclusion, while the Sohaer is indeed the highest political authority, the Maheral represents the true highest authority within Haelun'or, embodying the spirit of Larihei, culture, and unity of our people. This distinction must be clearly reflected in our constitution to preserve the integrity and values of our beloved state. Sohaer, removal from Office The current provisions in Book V – Of Authority and Succession, fails to include a mechanism for the removal of the Sohaer from office, are a significant oversight. Historically, elHeial'thilln has always held the power to remove the Sohaer through a majority vote, ensuring that the leadership remains true to the values and teachings of Larihei. The Maheral, as the highest authority and the embodiment of our cultural purity, possesses the ultimate power to dissolve the government if it strays from Larihei’s vision. This safeguard is crucial for maintaining the integrity of our society. If the council fails to uphold the teachings of Larihei, they are no longer considered Mali'thill and must be removed. Subsequently, an election should be held to form a new council that truly represents our ideals. This oversight in the constitution undermines the foundational checks and balances that have preserved our cultural and political stability. To rectify this, Book V must be amended to explicitly include the authority of elHeial'thilln to remove the Sohaer and the overarching power of the Maheral to dissolve the government when necessary. In conclusion, the current Constitution issued by elHeial'thilln is unconstitutional and must be regarded as a direct attack against our core values and the teachings of Larihei herself. It represents yet another egregious power grab by those who do not seek to uphold our teachings but rather seek power for themselves. The Sohaer has transformed our bastion into nothing more than a filthy human dictatorship, undermining our long-standing democratic traditions. In our society, we have always prided ourselves on equality, where every citizen has an equal standing in upholding our governance. I, Laurir Usamea An'asul, thus demand that the constitution be nullified immediately. A new constitution must be written to reflect our true values. In the interim, the former Silver Constitution shall come into effect, ensuring stability and continuity as the Silver Council forms a new constitution. This new constitution must highlight the importance of our cultural sanctity, purity, and the guiding principles of Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya Signed, Laurir Usamea An'asul AY'LARIHEI AY'MAHERAL MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

Drinking and eating should have much for relevance in the server than it actually does. Famine should be a thing and the rich should have a lot more to eat than the poor. you get me? Dirty water, clean water and stuff like that

*The World trembles in fear*

Only in lotc you need a rule that a dead corpse and tinker bell can't erp :DDDDDDD lmfao

As Usamea roamed through the realms, her gaze fell upon the descendants, each caught up in their own affairs. Among the notices adorning the board, one proclamation seized her attention. "I bear witness to the sight of the undead form of Yera Silveira, her unholy connection with Lanree Cerusil beyond doubt, a product of the nefarious influence of Iblees." She noted In reply, Usamea pinned her response "Exterminate her and her abominable sanctuary."

The elfess, ever curious about the realms beyond her own, possessed the power to peek into these distant worlds. However, the idea of venturing into them seemed daunting, for they held powers beyond comprehension. Guiding her through this mysterious journey was Willy, her teacher, who continuously tested her to determine her readiness for a power she didn't even know existed. Finally, he deemed her ready. One tranquil evening in the frozen expanse of the north, where even the witches had retreated for the night after feasting on the essence of northern men, the duo convened to discuss recent events. Usamea, recounting her encounter with an entity in the House of Life, revealed "The Secret of the Necromancers lay deep within the cursed forest." Despite her reluctance to delve into the realm of necromancy, aware that toying too closely with death could lead to entrapment, she recognized the gravity of the situation. The Uruk would extend his hand to Usamea, offering a connection that surpassed mortal comprehension, transcending even the bonds of lovers. For Usamea, the endlessly lonely elfess, the friendship with Willy provided solace—a refuge devoid of judgment and betrayal. So she proceeded, the two hands tied together. With grains of sand trickling down his mask, Willy initiated the connection with Usamea. Initially seamless, the connection took an unexpected turn. Within the recesses of her mind lurked a being unlike any encountered before. Its incomprehensible speech—a cacophony of slurs, shrieks, and otherworldly sounds—assaulted his senses, causing him physical anguish. Overwhelmed by the abyssal depths of the elfess's mind, the orc recoiled, unable to endure the torment Still seated upon a barren expanse of icy tundra, the duo, Usamea and her venerable teacher, prepared for the impending journey that would take her beyond the familiar lands of Aevos. Despite the passing years, the old elf's thirst for knowledge remained unquenchable, a testament to the pursuit of wisdom that knows no bounds. Grateful for the sage guidance of her mentor, she readied herself for the adventures that awaited. As they sat in quiet contemplation, a strange phenomenon unfolded before their eyes. The falling snowflakes, suspended in mid-air, seemed to defy gravity, frozen in time before reversing their descent and shooting skyward, as if propelled by an unseen force. In an instant, the duo vanished from the tundra, transported to parts unknown. When Usamea gradually blinked her eyes open, she was met with a startling warmth, an intensity that bordered on infernal amidst the chilling cold she had left behind. With a reassuring presence beside her, she took a moment to adjust, cautiously surveying her unfamiliar surroundings. To her astonishment and trepidation, they found themselves amidst a realm besieged by chaos and darkness, a plane overrun by the relentless expansion of Iblees and his infernal legions. Demons, devils, and other twisted creatures roamed freely, subjecting mortal souls to unimaginable torments, their agonized cries echoing through the accursed landscape. Rivers of lava flowed unchecked, and flames danced amidst the desolation, casting eerie shadows upon the scorched earth. It was a scene unlike any she had ever witnessed, a nightmarish tableau that defied comprehension. After a week of relentless pursuit through the menacing realm, the two travelers found themselves weary and beset by the encroaching horde of monsters. Several skirmishes had left them with burns and slashes, a testament to their struggles against the infernal beings. As fatigue set in and the perpetual twilight of the realm persisted, Usamea decided it was time to rest. She asked Willy to set up camp, utilizing the convenient proximity to a fire source within this infernal plane. He constructed a shelter, a fire, and laid down protective wards to ward off any potential ambushes while they slept. Despite the dire circumstances, Usamea's skills as a chef shone through. Drawing on the culinary lessons imparted by her father, she prepared a hearty noodle soup reminiscent of her time in Almaris. The broth, infused with pork and miso, mingled with mushrooms, noodles, seaweed, and corn, creating a tantalizing aroma. With the meal ready, Usamea offered a set of chopsticks to Willy, uncertain if he could use them. They ate in silence, savoring the flavors amidst the distant echoes of tormented souls. As night fell, they exchanged a few quiet words before Usamea drifted off to sleep, leaving Willy to stand guard. She had brewed coffee to keep him alert during his watch, a small gesture of comfort amidst the perilous landscape. "Ever wonder why we're here, Willy?" Usamea's voice broke through, shedding layers of guardedness as if for the first time she truly revealed herself "When I was young, yes. But in my old age I have determined my fate." Willy spoke as he stared into nothingness. "I mean, what's our real purpose? We fight, we lose, we die, we cry. I can't recall the last time I felt genuinely happy." Usamea mused aloud, nibbling on a seaweed snack she had brought along. "The world will know no happiness until evil has been defeated. We will continue to fight, lose, and die. Some may cry... But to show weakness in times of great strife is not an option. We must remain stalwart." Said Willy. "We live within confines, why can't we break free to become whatever we wish? Why do I keep losing everything I hold dear while I exhaust myself trying to protect it? Haelun'or continues to push me away, persecuting me, despite my efforts to safeguard them from the shadows. I've lost my husband, my children are gone, and even my friends are either dead or vanished" Usamea lamented, gazing toward the gray sky “Though now? In this moment? I'm happy. I'm happy to have you as a friend, though I know it's fleeting, another loss waiting to happen." "It is our destiny. Predetermined by a being of higher power before we are presented to the mortal planes. Our souls are crafted meticulously for specific purposes... With greatness comes hardship and the path travelled to get to greatness is some of the most difficult that we must endure." Said Willy. He continued his stare into nothingness. He would stand up after a momentary pause and walk to the edge of the camp. "I don't know, perhaps? Sometimes I dream of a verdant land where my children play freely, my husband and I watch them from afar, the birds are singing and the wars are over. But then I wake up, reality hits me like a slap in the face, and I'm reminded that only a desolate void awaits me. Sometimes, I just long for the mundane" Usamea concluded, turning away to sleep "Good night, wake me when it's my turn to be awake." Willy remained standing at the edge of the camp. His head shifting every so often to survey his surroundings as the night grew long. He would not go to sleep that night and opted to stand guard for the entirety of the night. They watched from the shadows as the rulers, the potentates of the plane, convened, their minds abuzz with schemes and machinations. Their objective? To unleash Iblees’ chaos upon the last bastion held by mortals. For Usamea, the ever vigilant elfess, this venture represented not an adventure, but a profound test of her own abilities. Questions swirled in her mind: Was she truly meant to be here? Had she been released from her mortal obligations only to be ensnared in a web of punishment for her sins? Though acutely aware of her imperfections, the thought of an eternity surrounded by anguished loved ones haunted her every step. The inhabitants of the realm sensed intruders among them; daemons dispatched imps, bats, and other sinister entities to scour the land in search of the two outsiders. Despite their efforts to remain hidden, their presence resonated unmistakably. With each passing moment, the threads of fate drew tighter, bringing them closer to discovery. "I have gleaned all that I need from this realm. Let us return home for now" Usamea declared, her voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and determination. This journey had not been a deliberate pursuit of adventure, but rather an unexpected lesson – her maiden voyage into the realm of traversing dimensions. With nothing more to gain, there was no reason to prolong their stay amidst the shadows and whispers of malevolent intent. Just before departure, Usamea paused, casting a thoughtful gaze over the landscape. She then knelt, her fingers trailing over the ground until they found a patch of warm sand. With careful precision, she scooped it into a small jar, sealing it tightly. It was a token, a memento of their time in this perilous realm, a reminder of the challenges they faced and the lessons learned. With the jar clasped firmly in hand, Usamea nodded, ready to depart from the realm, yet carrying with her a piece of its essence. OOC NOTE This is a little post/report regarding mine and @Cloakedsphere's journey to Draudreich with 'Arcane Displacement'. Nothing that happened in this post is public knowledge so any referring IRP to this post is considered meta-gaming. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading the post and give it a green arrow that is pointing towards the sky! The sand collected will be an IRP item brought to Aevos, however as per arcane displacement lore, it will not have any non-mundane use as that would require MArt. And before anyones comes at me, they did not visit Moz Strimoza, I just used it as a clickbait c:

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Issued as of 6th of Sun's Smile Year 171 of the Second Age Dear Brothers and Sisters, Throughout the ages and across generations, us Mali have founded ourselves entangled in conflicts over political matters, beliefs, religions, and diverse ideals. While attempts at elven unity have been made, a singular success was achieved under the brutal rule of Kalenz Uradir. However, subsequent efforts beyond this brief unity have mostly ended in failure. Allow me to be succinct, as I am a mere civilian without influence in governmental or diplomatic affairs. My lengthy existence has exposed me to witness the irreparable damage caused by the unity of the human race. Mali ears carried as trophies around one's neck, the beheading of our Oem'iian left as grim decorations in the lands of Brother Horen—these are all stark manifestations of the brutal consequences of their accord. This is not an accusation against the Valah; rather, it acknowledges their limited understanding due to their short lifespan, often leading them to eradicate what they cannot control, or comprehend. Therefore, I implore the decision makers of those of Brother Malin to set aside ancient rivalries and collaborate. Put aside disputes over superiority and, most importantly, relinquish arrogance. The inevitable rise of the Holy Orenian Empire looms on the horizon, with the human race growing stronger by the day. Thus, my simple recommendation is for elves to unite, do not let childish bickerings be the cause for our extinction. I trust in the wisdom of your respective governments to explore the details, whether it involves creating an entity akin to the Elven Union (EU) or forming a more cohesive front, reminiscent of the unity achieved under Kalenz Uradir. Signed, Usamea An'asul MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA AME NAE EVAREH VELULAEI Y NAE ILUMEH