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"Church people don't want us to be happy?!" Ava commented, not quite knowing the true meaning of the word for she thought it merely meant happy, or rather, another word that meant happy. Alas, she was a old-head and knew not of such meanings! Regardless, she cared naught of whatever happened around. She'd continue to be happy with her not!fiancée.

"HAUS! WHAT!?!" Said Ava Ranaleth, very surprised. "Wait no, perhaps I should not trust the rumors and letters of some strangers." Quickly did she change her mind but with her focus landing upon the fact someone had made public knowledge some tactics. For sure, a certain darkspawn will be enjoying this.

An Elder known as Ava Ranaleth who thought briefly about Lanre's regard, smiled. He was a free-spirit who did whatever he wanted to achieve his goals and protect his people, no matter the sacrifice or if he were to look evil. That's something she respected, he was the only Cerusil she did not see as futile. Alas, with his departure(if rumors were true), she had lost a possible rival or a worthy fighter to challenge one day, that brought her sadness. "Stand proud, Lanre Cerusil. You were strong."

The Elder whose name was Ava Ranaleth took notice of the news of her kind. She had a plain and steady gaze at that. A yawn followed suit before rolling her shoulders. "No, thank you." She waved a hand, uttering one sentence outloud in her manor. She tilted her back within her seat only to watch the show from afar.

[!] A fine parchment was delivered by a steel-owl Automaton only upon the government of the silver city and the leaders of Kaethul. Furthermore, to every other government member of Amathine. Salution, as a representative of the Crown, I write to express my concern over an attack made onto my soldier and heir of the Ranaleth family by your Maheral in Kaethul, allegedly because she was an inferi, which is not true. While explaining her case, she pleaded for peace and no bloodshed, but your Maheral refused to listen; he attempted to attack her and expressed how he desired to organize a group to hunt her down. This, WE cannot stand. Thana Ranaleth is a prideful soldier of Amathine and soon-to-be templar after my ascension. Your Maheral has attacked an innocent, an ally, and a friend. We know well of his self-mental urges, which often led him to kill children who had horns or looked differently. Nonetheless, we don't tolerate this kind of behavior. However, I have to clarify that the majority of people in Amathine are druids– some have horns and claws, yet they are not Inferi. Nevertheless, they fight for life balance like you do to banish darkness and wickedness. Our patience has reached our limit but we are not barbarians, we are upholder of peace first and foremost. Henceforth, we invite the Sohaer to come to our land and discuss a suitable outcome, we will not accept NO as a response. Please, this time don’t come in Amathine with an entire army. It’s not needed. For the people of Kaethul, we extend our gratitude unto you. We have heard of what your merchants have done to protect Thana Ranaleth. Our anger is not directed to you. Regardless of such facts, I, Ava Ranaleth alongside Thana will be pleased to talk with your Overlord on behalf of Idril. Thank you. Lord-Commander of the Okartennallar Ava Ranaleth, Second Matriarch of the Ranaleth, Cleric of Moon & Stars, Beacon of the New-era Ranaleth, Reader of Cosmos, The True Celia'norian, The Horned, The Royarch’s Voice & Fist. Aratir Of The Crown. The Crown awaits. Take heed. @MailC3p @Ewdrawings

"I feel a disturbance in the cosmos." Said Ava Ranaleth, eyeing the horizon from her manor. She will not be the one approaching whatever or whoever stood from the other side. Yet.

"He did it..." Ava mumbled, surprised about the outcome.

"Better late than never, the star's walls shall not fall. I hope the common peasant shall thrive under this decision but I ponder If such a scar can be healed and that conflict will no more be sought." Ava Ranaleth commented in her manor within Amathine. Nevertheless, she seemed more at ease hearing that innocent elven lives will not be put at stake and that her former home will be rendered to ashes. Finally, there was peace betwixt the stars.

[!] A missive was shared within the Ranaleth's manor and likewise, an automaton was ordered to bring this response over to the the Py'lrie's halls and only to them, and unto the Sylvaeri's family too. In addition, such a mechanic would offer several sweets and culinary gifts of excellent chiefship for the Py'lrie. "Greetings, Py’lrie family, "It brings us great joy to heed your announcement, and we fully respect your stance on this. We deeply admire your decision to uphold your convictions and will of fighting for the causes you believe in, and most of all being a bulwark of honor for your family's name, regardless of what may happen. Whether your family resides in Celia'nor or elsewhere, rest assured that you are not deemed our enemy; for I, Ava Ranaleth yet remember what Rosina did for me, and what I did for her. Moreover, we hold no resentment towards most of the people who remain there as long as our family and Idril remain untouched. The Ranaleth Clan has no hatred toward your decision not to support our movement, we understand the reasoning. Furthermore, we recognize that this outcome is mutually beneficial for both of our families as we dwell far away from each other. I regret the delay in reaching out to Irelia; however, I, Ava Ranaleth was informed by a whisper from a bird that our pact was being used as a scapegoat by external forces that had no word or control over our family deals and pact. Hence, the situation was pretty rough on our end. Nevertheless, We have not written back to prove anything whatsoever for our intent is to be sure that our families may live in a distant peace. Thereby, the Ranaleth clan accepts without issue the voidance of "The Utopia Pact" and wishes the Py'lrie family to prosper in their eternal elven lives in Celia'nor. We beseech you all to be careful around the conflict of this war and seek us out, If you all may ever need assistance of any kind, or clarification of our choice. We shall be in Amathine; no harm shall come unto you in the lands of Malin, If you would ever think to visit us. That, we promise. Blessed be your path and may our families continue to shine. Lord-Commander of the Okartennallar Ava Ranaleth, Second Matriarch of the Ranaleth, Cleric of Moon & Stars, Beacon of the New-era Ranaleth, Reader of Cosmos, The True Celia'norian, The Horned, The Royarch’s Voice & Fist. Aratir Of The Crown.

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"LIAR." "TRAITOR." "OATHBREAKER." "PATHETIC." In her maddened state, in her conflicted mind. She could already hear the many echoes and weeps that sought to blame her. Alas, in her pride, she thought she remained loyal to her people through and through. Only a smile lingered across Ava's visage as she stared at the missive, her visage bearing a tired look only to think about the aftermath. Hopefully, the conflict will end here for her! However, a last remark was given amidst the chaos. Safe in her manor. "Unfortunately for you all; History will not see me that way."

"They will go through Adria and reach us! I told them, I told them all of such humans politics, to stay away from trouble. RAAAGH, It's time for a vacation. One elven month and they already doomed us all!" Ava, the noble of Celia'nor who seemingly was the only one of her kin having seen this coming, opted to protect her family and take her things elsewhere out of safety. "I'm sure Idril will host my family in her land for a little while!" But before doing that, she had to heed her family's opinions on what to do.

"My leaders are failing my people, again. Why have they brought us into this conflict? Why have our citizens need to witness more blood and sorrow? The innccent, my people will only suffer from this." Pondered did, a noble of Celia'nor(Ava Ranaleth) at seeing her people and allies being seemingly slaughtered. Fortunately, a member of her family sought not to partake in the conflict, so she had nothing else to do but wonder. "What If Thana had followed them?" A grim thought followed through, she would never want to see her family dying for such a needless cause. Utter disappoint grew for the leadership of her nation. We just built back what we lost, why are joining already a war without consulting anyone but themselves? Only thoughts over thoughts as she slept in her manor. "Idril was right. This is a lost cause."

"I see... we are surrounding ourselves with violent and blood-spilling allies. What is conflict If there is no honor, what is war If we start to butcher even the ones who have nothing to do with such? No one had to die. They proved no point but only that they were wrong. Alas, my people will understand the consequences when It ought to be too late. I cannot help who is blinded by the past." A Noble of Celia'nor; Ava Ranaleth remarked in her manor as she went through the missive with an annoyed visage. Indeed, those of Petra and Celia'sul had done some things against her people but such conflict was truly needed for a name to be stolen, was It worth to eternally hate them over a wynery? Was It worth having such wicked human allies? Questions she couldn't get an answer from. Nevertheless, she shall continue to have her own opinion on the conflict as she is finding both sides Petra, Aaun, or whoever else to handle things poorly. However, she ought to never bend upon the noble-system's mindset. "Gaaah! Politics."

"YOU WILL DIE. I SWEAR TO THE MIGHTY GODS! I WILL FIND YOU." AVA SCREAMED VERY LOUDLY IN HER MANOR AS SHE READ THROUGH THE MISSIVE. SHE WAS MALDING, SEETHING EVEN. "HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY ART?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH." THE OLD WOMAN FELL FROM THE CHAIR, UTTERLY UPSET.

"I'm not surprised of Lanre's actions for every false Celianorian soon or later falls in the grasp of Azdromoth. However..." Ava Ranaleth smiled upon the missive at hand in her keep. Whilst she despised the young Cerusil, she couldn't but respect him for his tactics to escape a large army of people and mages alike. Was he perhaps, the worthy opponent she sought for? A mere bandit? A mere voidal mage? Or rather, a strong-headed Cerusil? "It is a surprise to be sure. I'm quite disappointed but relieved he escaped. Perhaps, they should thank Lanre as he showed them their flawed military force and tactics... I wouldn’t call this a victory." She stored away the missive, gazing upon the Horizon of Celia'nor. She foresaw trouble but not coming from Lanre.

“A true warrior doesn't need a sword.” Today, two families found a public friendship to craft something that was previously prevented by external forces. Unity. Unity to achieve a dream to find, to create a land of peace where our many lives may prosper, where the future of our children will always be bright under the shining stars of the sky, Celia’nor shall be that land of peace where no blood is spilled, where no death or slavery exist, where flower blooms and birds sing in joy under the chorus of nature, a perfect utopia. Henceforth… Embracing this creed, the Ranaleth Family pledges to fulfill this long-lasting dream and build a prosperous land in Celia'nor. No matter what conflict arises, they will stand together. They will prevent the wicked from arising again, and protect each other. Embracing this creed, the Py’lrie Family pledges to fulfill this long-lasting dream and build a prosperous land in Celia'nor. No matter what conflict arises, they will stand together. They will prevent the wicked from arising again, and protect each other. Ava Ranaleth , Second Matriarch of the Ranaleth, Cleric of Moon & Stars, Beacon of the New-era Ranaleth, Reader of Cosmos, The True Celia'norian, The Horned, The Royarch’s Voice & Fist. Former Aratir Of The Crown, Former Military Officer of The Okartennallar, Councilor of Knowledge & FOOD. Irelia Py’lrie , Second Matriarch of the Py’lrie, The Oversight and Head Clinician of the Celia’nor Health Institution

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"I TAKE HEED, MY FRIEND! I'M READY." Ava Ranaleth echoed in her manor all-alone, talking to the missive in her hand. All of her servants and other family members would be able to gaze upon such a crazy act. Needless to say, they were weirded out.

[!] A painting of a pallid Elven warrior bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight, their very presence banishing the shadows and sins of Descendant-kind that are presented like a twisted dragon chaining a mere man, as said warrior strides resolutely along the path of their own fate. “You can be born with a title, but not respect. You have to earn that.” What are the titles for Mali’kind? Their sole purpose is to cover our failures, and they bear nothing but the weight of our futile empty paths. We consider ourselves princes, arch-princes, or high-commanders– but such titles are built upon nothing, crafted only to satiate our fragile prideful hearts. We lead nothing. Humans have fostered heritages of preposterous nature; they have short lives, yet their names live more than our eternity and ageless souls, and their titles have meanings. They do not succumb to the void, they do not swiftly change faith. They will and continue to fight for their only GOD. Although orcs fought many wars, both between themselves and those they considered lessers, their titles were respected within their kingdom for their strength and power. Their sound made the pride of the orcs rise, and their spirits never waned. Regardless of the faith they follow, their minds are set on improving the raw power of their kind, as they also allow those less than them to become equals. Their curse is their blessing. Gold is the currency of the dwarves; their grudge-filled books and affinity for currency have extended their trade ways across the globe, so their actions have meaning. In my long and distressing journey– in my elderly age– I, as an elven descendant have come to respect the titles and strengths; the culture of those that some of us Mali do consider lessers. Their names, their actions, and their families will continue to echo, unlike our desire to collect meaningless names and titles. An unmatching reputation that expresses how we should never look down upon other descendants for they being but for their deeds. Henceforth, I wonder if our kind will still consider being called princes of nothing important. Arch-princess of emptiness, sitting on their weightless, and futile thrones of false metal. I invite any Mali who desires power to learn from the other descendants; to understand and adapt from their ways to become better, stronger, and to learn respect and the true MEANING of a title; to stop dwelling in stagnation. Earn your respect, and always fight to protect your influence and home. We never bend, We never break. Seek The One Of Golden Horns. Seek the Horned to learn the true ways of Mali’kind. Steel and Progression.