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"A fine work." the scholarly Tillun'sae would note to herself over one morning cup of green tea, a careful copy transcribed and kept in her own bookshelf.

- THE GRAND HAELUN’ORIAN GALA - Issued 18 S.A. A Mali’thill Artist's Rendition of the Main Street of the Silver State [ art by Najeeb Najjar on ArtStation ] [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19dx6AkC_GY ] With a continuous stream of success, the Silver People flourish - a new dawn comes upon us, as we move to our newly-built city. This is a time for great change, and a time to look to the future - yet, also a time to reflect on what has passed. It is with great joy that I invite you all, blessed lliran, to the Grand Haelun’orian Gala: a delightful elven week-end of celebrating our people’s achievements and merits. The Gala: Event Schedule -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [FRIDAY] [FRIDAY : 10pm BST / 5pm EST] A Welcome Dance : As always, our tri-Elven-day event begins with a welcoming dance; the Mali’thill are encouraged to gather, to take refreshment, and to enjoy fine dances with their pure lliran as we wait for all of our guests to arrive. While there is no specific dress-code for this event, upon this first day, Mali’thill are strongly encouraged to wear an item of red clothing in respect of Elsillumiran and/or as a representative of the Legion of Purity. [FRIDAY : 11pm BST/ 6pm EST] The March of Merit : Once we are all gathered, civillans will be asked to line the sides of our Main Street to watch as Elsillumiran and the Legion of Purity proceed in a glorious parade-march towards the Silver Citadel, stopping just beneath the lifted plateau. From here, a ceremony will be held to award various merits to those who have contributed so greatly to our military success, thanking them for their ever-respected service to the Silver State. [SATURDAY] [SATURDAY : 10pm BST / 5pm EST] A Magnificent Market: We begin our second Elven day with a celebration and encouragement of trade, inviting in our neighbours and allies to visit and set their eyes upon our beautiful new home, encouraged to trade their wares and engage in fine conversation with the Silver People. We look forward to seeing what fine and exotic products you have to show us, good lliran-! [SATURDAY : 11pm BST / 6pm EST] A Triumphant Tournament : The evening shall conclude with a fine tournament [PVP] between our best Mali’thill fighters - an emphasis is to be placed not upon simple brute force, yet upon deft technique and skill - determining who shall be our champion of the evening. A large prize is set to be given to the winner of this tournament - we would encourage any and all to sign up, to give the tournament a try, or at least come and cheer on your lliran ! After the event, all are invited to carry their excitement over to the Silver Tavern for refreshments. [SUNDAY] [SUNDAY : 10pm BST / 5pm EST] A Bountiful Banquet : Our final day draws this Gala to a close; the Blessed Citizenry are humbly invited to attend this Bountiful Banquet. As we reminisce upon our recent prosperity and upon the events of days prior, we shall fill our appetites with an elaborate meal : we hope to provide a full three-courses, each course holding a number of unique dishes. Though there is no specific dress code required, lliran, you are certainly encouraged to attend in the finest garb you may have - it is sure to be an exquisite experience. In final note, lliran, we thank you all for your efforts to the Silver City - it is only due to its blessed People that Haelun’or stands ever strong, ever shining. We hope that these celebrations are enjoyed by all, and we look forward to seeing you in attendance this Elven Week-End! [OOC : Friday 2nd April - Sunday 4th April, each day beginning at 9pm BST /5pm EST ] Signed, ~ Elokarir’mali, Lleinde Tillun’sae ~ Elokarir’sil, Kiljarys Iarwain ~ Chairman of The Legion of Purity, Silvyr Uradir ~ Elokarir'nor, Zelios ~ Othelu Orrar, Sohaer of the City-State of Haelun’or, in accordance with the Silver Council of Haelun’or and will of the High Elven people

[!] A Mali'thill by the name of Lleinde Tillun'sae would pin their letter of response to several copies of this, sending it back out.

Shining Silver : A Celebration Penned 14 S.A. A public letter to Celiasil, unfortunate dweller in the degenerate lands of Elvenesse, from Lleinde Tillun’sae, current Okarir’mali, former Medi’ir, Silver Citizen of the blessed Silver State of Haelun’or. [!] Several postcards depicting gatherings of Mali'thill in the Silver State of Haelun'or would be placed throughout the letter, with catchy slogans such as 'Wish you were here, llir!' attached beneath. To mister Celiasil, and all others in his situation whom it may concern, Only but two Elven Months ago did I come to the Silver State. A State, left in tatters by its inattentive former leaders. The strange over-zealous focus on ‘liberty and democracy’ had tore our people apart: a misconception imposed upon our kin as to what the purpose of Haelun’or is. Haelun’or, the blessed Silver State, has not once held its main focus as that of ‘democracy’. The usage of democracy - deemed at the time as the most appropriate governing method of the time - was well-fitted in the past. Yet, the focus, the purpose to all has, and will always be the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya - we, as Mali'thill, are to ever follow in the legacy of Larihei. This is something our people who have fallen astray, departed the Silver Walls to their own detriment of both maehr and hiylun, would do well to remember. Though, in regards to democracy - one has never heard of an Elvenessi Election either. Curious, that mali’thill, those who claim to follow the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, would claim that they have left due to the democratic governing system transitioning into one of meritocracy and efficiency. To an outside watcher, it seems almost as if these Mali’aheral were afraid that they would actually have to begin showing merit in order to upkeep their worth and influence, rather than simply flashing their Uradir name or something of the sort, stealing quite unrighteously the merits of their ancestors in an attempt to tack them onto their own lapels. Such is why they have fled to such a degenerate state - in fear that true Silver, a re-enlightenment to the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, would catch them out. A thirst more for power than for the success of the Silver State and of the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. A terrible trap to be caught in, and one I cannot blame my younger kin for - it is the fault of their treacherous teachers and former leaders. Perhaps I am mistaken, perhaps I am not. In any case, I’d advise you all to re-read the ‘Doctrine of the Pure’ that I had written for the Silver State even prior to my return - my care for the wellbeing of my kin so very great. In my address and swift reply to even those such as yourself who live far from our Silver Walls, I hope this is further proven. I can personally attest that, since I have returned to the Silver State, I have contributed much and have been appropriately given the tools needed to further contribute. The Bastion of Silver has flourished under our current blessed leadership, one of righteous following of the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya - one with the interests of the Citizenry at heart, not their own. If one wishes to flash former titles, I’ve plenty to flash, though a true Mali’thill holds sway based upon merit alone. I would contest that the merit of one who worked to restore the Silver State to true luminescence is far greater than one who fled their homeland, leaving their people with a great sense of loss as they so abandon their kin. In regards to Elsillumiran - their ranks stand strong, uniformed, and appropriate. The blessed Sillumir are no bandits. They patrol as they should, with Larihei’s Silver Justice ever in-mind. In fact, the Sillumiran are the first to protect any travellers from banditry, whether at home or not. They are however directed to eliminate reprobate threats and delinquents, and such is where you might have found your confusion - the criminal ‘ata of Elvenesse assassins must be brought to justice, ne? It seems almost as if a former-’tir is just envious that their successor is succeeding far more than they ever did during their ended-tenure. If you would wish to return with due merit and prove me wrong, I’d welcome this correction. You spoke that you hold regret for leaving, and such is the most true part of your letter, mister Uradir. One cannot hope to inspire change in the Silver People by dwelling in the lands of these wretched lessers, who send Child Soldiers to attack the blessed Sohaer. True Mali’thill do not flee their homeland because righteous change is offered - if they wish to combat the ideals of progress put forward, they shall do so through proper debate. For one who emphasises an impractical democracy so much, surely they would realise that the blessed Silver People would be able to decide their thoughts? With this clarification offered, I formally invite you - and any others - to return home. Those Mali’thill, and even non-mali’thill, who hold values and wish desperately to escape the depraved life they have been allotted, are warmly welcomed to return to the Silver State. I encourage any who are less-educated in the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya to seek me out personally for advice, teachings and welcomed debate. We've even a Masquerade coming up in but an Elven week - a perfect time to rejoin and mingle with your Silver Kin, ne? The Silver State ever-still outreaches a hand of generosity for those who are willing to reform, who seek personal betterment and the Way of the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. If you wish to discuss and debate politics, I am always willing - once you are educated and present, of course. You can always do more than just watch - do not let this foolish idea of helplessness corrupt the Mali’thill dedication to progress. So why are you not here to contribute and give your input? Signed, Lleinde Tillun’sae, humble servant of the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya.

"maehr'sae hiylun'ehya - the Dramatic Arts return to the Silver State ! A blessed day this is." The Okarir'mali would draw a most pleased smile, a grand enthusiast of the arts herself. "Ah, it seems as if every moment I wait in greater anticipation of the wonderful Dovetail Masquerade we are to have-! "

- A DOVETAIL MASQUERADE - Issued 14 S.A. - To be held 15 S.A The ribbon-tied fingers of two courting Mali’thill. The left belongs to a male Scholar, and the right a female Sillumir. [art by @zanyssins on twitter] The Mali’thill are a resilient people - that much is certain. In respect to such, despite ill-intentioned foreign presences attempting to harm the Silver State - we move onwards. We progress forwards. The Mali’thill carve out their own path, one of progress, and we PROSPER in the face of all. In most recent times, Elcihi has truly blossomed. The Silver Citizenry fare well, our agricultural needs are well-met by most bountiful harvests : Larihei smiles upon the Children of Silver eternally. Yet, it is much past due time that the blessed Citizenry are given an event such as this. Tailors, vintners, singles - all Mali’thill are invited to attend our grand Dovetail Masquerade. The Dovetail Masquerade : Event Schedule -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [9pm GMT / 4pm EST] A Warm Welcome : As the event begins, we shall welcome in our guests as they slowly trickle in. Guests will be encouraged to pick up a Commemorative Pin upon entry, before indulging in some fruitful conversation with the rest of the party-goers. As well as a plentiful number of beverages, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, our guests are encouraged to try some of the various small-dishes prepared and available along the sides of the establishment. --- [10pm GMT / 5pm EST] A Radiant Rendezvous : After greeting all the other guests, eligible Mali’thill will be encouraged to take a coloured pin and all shall be asked to hold a ribboned glass. Each group of those with the same coloured pin shall consist of four members and is encouraged to socialise as a party for this section. The colour of the ribbon upon the glass shall signify one’s intent in attending. It is always most wonderful to be able to meet new individuals, get to know unfamiliar lliran - or perhaps even learn something new about lliran you already know-! --- [11pm GMT / 6pm EST] A Fine Performance : Organised by our most wonderful Okarir’maehr, party-goers will find great entertainment in the form of a most wonderful theatre performance. One looks forward to the show that the fabulous actors of the Silver State have to offer-! If any of the blessed Silver Citizenry might wish to audition for a role in the play, they must ensure their calendar is open for this time upon the night of the Masquerade. Auditions shall be held over the next two Elven Days. [FRIDAY & SATURDAY, 9 - 10pm GMT / 4 - 5pm EST ] --- [12pm GMT / 7pm EST] Silver-Dove’s Dance : To conclude the formal section of the night, the blessed Citizenry are asked to participate in the Silver-Dove’s Dance. This is to be a waltz, conducted in pairs, with the female dance-partner taking the leading role - to represent the lady Larihei - and the male dance-partner following - to represent the rest of the Mali’thill following in Her footsteps. The dance shall, of course, be accompanied by a beautiful piano-led orchestral composition. This night is certain to be one to remember. Once the Dance is completed, the Okarir’mali is to give a concluding speech, then allowing the Dovetail Masquerade to fold neatly into a more relaxed afterparty of fine socialisation and dancing until one might wish to retire to their chambers. Masquerade Dress Code -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- One is expected to attend in proper masquerade attire - a mask is most required! It is asked that this mask cover only the front of the face and not be fully-hooded, though one is encouraged to speak to Elokarir’mali if they have any complaints or inquiries upon this. The general colour-scheme is asked to be light colours : whites, pastels and silvers. Dulled-colours of a slightly darker variety are also acceptable, yet I’d ask none turn up looking like an impoverished Mali’ame, clothed in but tattered scraps of bright patchwork. For those less inclined towards tailorship, our wonderful Okarir’maehr has provided some lovely mask designs that one is permitted to use. We look forward to welcoming you to our Dovetail Masquerade, lliran: it is time to get your outfits (and high elven pickup lines) ready ! [OOC : Saturday, 13th March, beginning 9pm GMT /4pm EST ] Signed, ~ Department of Elokarir’mali ~ Elokarir’mali, Lleinde Tillun’sae

this is genuinely fantastic, I can only applaud the work put into this. just spot-on perfect <3

"Be sure to report any suspicious action to the Silver Council-!" remarks one Mali'thill.

elker’ilum - THE NIGHT OF LUMINESCENCE- Issued 12 S.A. A jar of fireflies, collected from around the Silver City. [Firefly Night, Brianna Moore] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jq1xmbE8byY] Since the times of Larihei have the Mali’thill striven for light - illumination, in both mind and in body. It is said that, when Mali were simply Mali, the only providers of light were the Sun and primitive Fire. It was only through the inventions of Larihei that manufactured Light was given use in daily life - the creation of lanterns, controlled fire and arcane luminescence provided permanent sources of light to guide the way. In the forests of Malin, light was rare - a slim beam through darkened canopies, a small campfire in a clearing as to not burn down the old trees. Larihei was one such source of light to us all. With the first iteration of elCihi’thilln, it is said that the city was lit with purely the arcane, which shone so very brightly that one could hardly tell day from night without looking directly to the skies. The Mali’thill are a people that shine with promise. To celebrate both this and the current season, the Blessed Citizenry are asked to come together for the Night of Luminescence. It is hoped that all shall be able to show their inner light here. The Night of Luminescence : Event Schedule -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [9pm GMT / 4pm EST] Glowing Banquet : As the night begins, the Silver Tavern opens its doors, having prepared a variety of wonderful dishes to share with all. The Silver City would be most pleased should Citizenry bring their own dishes to share about, in true community spirit. Please enjoy this unique and wonderful cuisine, making good discussion with your fellow Mali’thill as you await the next event of the evening. [10pm GMT / 5pm EST] Firefly Hunt : Though certainly requiring energy, this activity is open to all, from oem’iian to elders. Group together and collect out fireflies in jars - it is the season for their appearance, after all. These jars of fireflies shall light the stage for the next event. [11pm GMT / 6pm EST] Lights Displays and Talent Show : We shall welcome talented Mali’thill to take the stage and perform for the blessed Citizenry, with acts ranging from beautiful musical pieces to dazzling displays of arcane prowess. In the spirit of meritocracy, prizes will be awarded to contestants with the most-loved displays of talent. [12pm GMT / 7pm EST] Releasing the Stars : Finally, in the centre of the Silver Square - where the sky is clear, dark and unobstructed - we shall release the fireflies earlier caught, and award a prize to the group with the most fireflies collected. The prizes for the best performances will also be awarded at this time. With this, we shall conclude our festival, a complementary pin given to all there. We look forward to a wonderful evening of fine dining, enjoyable socialisation and, of course, beautiful displays of light. [OOC : Friday, 26th February, beginning 8pm GMT / 3pm EST ] Signed, ~ Department of Elokarir’mali ~ Elokarir’mali, Lleinde Tillun’sae

"An exercise in hiylun - how fitting." the Tillun'sae would nod. "So long as it is measured, moderated duels, made not to draw Silver Blood, it is a wonderful exercise. A duality in dueling, with either a debate of minds, or an exercise of hiylun - the choice of which decided mutually among the participants." A careful sip of her cup of morning tea, she'd offer a glance up to the wall of her office, to a certain decorative piece it held. "I am certain that the same rules hold here as most other things - no brute Valah or Uruk may challenge a Mali'thill, and an 'ata might not challenge our blessed Maheral or Sohaer. It would be most appreciated if this document might clarify such.. The addition of a clause to note that a victory in duel of hiylun does not equate a victory over logic might also be appreciated. No amount of dueling expertise shall prove that red is in fact blue. Aside from this - a most wonderful sport to engage in. I approve fully." Upon a small set of hooks sat a mostly-ornamental and blunt saber, a small rounded point upon the end where the tip of the blade had been curled back unto itself to obstruct any piercing harm. A smile lifting to the lips of the pale elfess, she'd speak out - mostly to herself. "Duel away, through mind or through body, lliran."

It was a pleasure having you around, man - stay safe, and we'll certainly miss you;; <3 You can and will get through this, and I hope things go well during your break and you are able to get everything resolved as much as possible. Here for you always if you need anything at all, and you'll always have a place here if/when you return :]

I've been attending model UN's before I even really got into LotC - they are so good 👏👏 would recommend, for anyone with interest in political-POV rp !! definitely looking to get back into it when COVID regulations allow it :]

"Another wonderful paper." she remarked, reading it over her morning cup of tea. "It gladdens me to see such a fantastic display of true journalism!"

"maehr'sae hiylun'ehya! Truly, this is what one loves to see. " an enthusiastic Tillun'sae comments.

"maehr'sae hiylun'ehya - I look forwards to the PROGRESS this Elven Week shall bring-!" an enthusiastic Mali'thill rejoices.

"maehr'sae hiylun'ehya. It is about time that the Mali'thill return to their roots - the mastery and study of the arcane." an elfess spoke with pleasure, reading over the joyful missive. Progress was soon to return.

"Finally, a more accessible and practical farming plan!" an elfess expressed with satisfactory smile, reading the paper over a good cup of Haelun'orian Tea.

1 - I enjoyed it quite a bit !! have been off exploring other hobbies - picked up the guitar and some video-editing skills while i was gone, which was fantastic !! definitely missed it, though , addicted as i am;; 2 - Now that I'm back, I am once again funneling my entire soul into the Haelun'orian High-Elf RP sphere, and working to eviscerate the mina also the impures B)) I know a couple people have asked me if I'm planning on reapplying for CT, and the answer to that is - idk man, not for a bit at least ,, wanna enjoy the freedom of being able to dedicate more time to fun rp stuff before i consider at all hopping back into staff !! :] but yea !! definitely a lot of fun stuff planned !!

Most meaningful RP experience? There are a couple that spring to mind !! From my first day on the server, where I had nooo idea what i was doing, having applied on a whim a few years ago and then never having logged on - whitelisted without making a proper character ! Definitely lead to some interesting experiences. A month or so later, my first ever experience of High Elf RP was incredibly meaningful - since then, i've been hooked to the haelun'orian community and rp style !! In more recent time, the section of rp just before my break - while incredibly, incredibly stressful - was also very insightful ! A general favourite few RP experiences : 're-educating' a snow elf with Iverach's character, touring around ImCookie's character on their first day returning, debating and arguing with a numerous host of individuals on a large range of topics [mostly purity,,], and that one telescope rp i had with nerdypenguins' character, sitting on the city walls. I also thoroughly enjoyed every new player that came to the gates, and that I had the privilege of introducing to our little rp community! Have made a lot of new friends that way, met a ton of interesting people, and had a lot of unforgettable rp experiences! I'm not really sure when I flipped the switch from being a new player myself to being the person who welcomes them in and takes responsibility for their little community, but I'm very glad that I stuck around long enough to do so. funnily enough - none of my biggest rp experiences tended to be actual events, and moreso things that the community and helf playerbase had come up with !! absolutely loved all the casual talks and arguments in the tavern etc. I also remember the sutican and fennic rp that happened during that first few weeks, but we dont talk about that here, ok saffryie, mika and [various redacted banned players]??? Favourite lore? An easy one !! Biased as I am, it would be the history of the Mali'thill !! always been and always will be a huge interest of mine, there's just so much history to it, and so much still left to explore and build upon !! For a non-helf lore, I really quite like the Orc, Druid and Red-Faith lore as well. These sort of groups with defined cultures, rules, social norms and interesting features are always what make LotC unique and fantastic, the stories and legacies carried down through generations of the playerbase! In short, i am just a big fan of playermade history ;; If you ever had the chance to write a lore piece what would it be for, and why? Hmhm - if I had the chance to write a lore piece, I would probably go for something technical - steampunk-style, a cool invention !! Alternatively, perhaps a magical creature, as those are always fun; just little things that add to the world! Honestly, I don't think I could write a full-on lore piece for an entirely new race, magic, etcetera, on my own - but smaller things that add quality-of-life are definitely in thought! Mostly, I would strive to make something that my character could legitimately invent or discover IRP, something that creates further RP to stem from it, something that adds to the enrichment of history and fits the story I am trying to tell ! :] I'm not the sort of person to be a 'collector', if you will - there is no point in learning/making magics and various other lore items if they have no irp use or purpose to them !! What do you think of Almaris so far? Only just got here, but so far - having a lot of fun !! definitely a lot of things that i want to get done, cool rp i wanna try and push for !! I can however say definitively that the builds I've seen so far are absolutely gorgeous. Still haven't figured out Vortex, though,,

i dont believe i've done one of these yet, and having just got back, it seems an appropriate time ! with over 2 years (like,, damnnn, thats a lot of hours) on this server, having had a 6 month break just prior to returning to visit yesterday, i'd say i'm ready to answer some questions. ask me anything :] ~ puff

A SILENT EGRESS A certain breeze blustered through the Silver City that day. Finally released from the point of swords, the pale elf stepped through the doorway of the Dagre’sae Manor, a dust off of his just-before shackled wrists. His eyes took on a peculiar sheen, the forlorn, blank gaze of one in either utter disconnect from reality, or far too aware of the dreaded realism that surrounded them. For some time did he merely sit, sit and stare at the pillars of the Silver City, ears silenced to the distant shouting, the people busy in bustling spree about’; the elf found himself at an utter loss of words, mind shrouded in the rose-tinted memory of what once was. It seemed the only tint of rose in recent days was the threat of bloodshed which loomed over him. And there, he fell into a deep slumber of mind, though not of closed eyes, til drips of water like daggers did fall upon his brow. Rain wept from the skies above this early morning, the sun yet to truly rise, and the elf slowly shuffled towards his ‘home’ : though, in reality, it was not often that he took his rest in such an abode. Despite his prior vigour for such ideals of bountiful harvest and shining, washed-clean cihi after downpour, it seemed the only seeds sown that year in the Silver Fields were those of chaos, lacking in both sense and remorse. The destructive flood that he had so readily protested against only mere elven hours earlier had indeed come to its summit - the Silver City he once knew, that once was new, that once was his, filled with the anguished cries of those who claimed themselves Its people. A creak open of the manor door, the elf trailed in. He shifted to his room, a quiet, half-hearted murmur of a whistle. Yet - as sorrowfully as their owner - the small, white cat plodded into the room. The Silver Elf peered into his closet, a quiet sight emanating from parted lips. Silently combing through, mere rustles of the incredibly few items of clothing stored there trickled through his hands. Eventually, the elf lay eyes upon a certain fabric hung limply at the back. This, he curled into a roll, tucking beneath his arm. A second of such a nature joined it, of similar colouration, yet longer, a hood-like fold peeking out from the bundle. With this seen to, his frail, thin fingers curled around the creature which sat, with all the confusion an animal might muster, upon his terribly unused bed. The elf spoke in quiet shushing, whispers of cooing, as he only-half gracefully lowered her into his now mostly-empty satchel ; contents strewn about the bed. A final glance upon the room, his expression remained unchanged, yet his thoughts jumped back - a next destination solely in mind. The assumed ‘Laethezoid Cell’ had certainly done its work in splintering the blessed citizenry, splintering them from sense, diverging thoughts to force - it seemed the only ones lacking in tears were those who had stationed themselves as a faux-silver military, a crude contrast to the honourable Weeping Blades. And, at such a barracks of his comrades did he next find himself, the colourless elf running a fingertip down the side of a crimson banner - the Haelun’orian symbol, one ought to inspire pride and joy, printed in brilliant white upon it. Even this, now, seemed faded - yet, with a held mindset, he staunched himself from any further tears; it had been proven that such were no longer welcome within the home he used to know so well. In the silence of this dimmed morning, grey clouds looming above the similarly grey-seeming state, the elf saw no others in his passing. He looked to his prior office - he had been on the verge of vacating it prior, though for far different reasons than those that now came to call. Secured, as safe as an elf could hope in this room, he stripped his uniform and folded such to a degree of neatness likely in excess of what was needed; this, at least, had not changed. In its place, an old friend draped over his thin limbs - no longer in official service, there was no more uniform to be worn. A soft, simple crimson robe hung from his frame, the elf touching pale fingertips no longer masked by leathery gloves to his rather-gaunt cheeks - pale lips pursing as ever, though no sparkle of intrigue shone in his gaze. A careful snuff out of each candle, he’d douse the hearth, dropping a large ring of keys just atop the piled clothes. The second bundle was drawn from beneath his arm, a slow unfurl of a mahogany cloak. He curled it around him, wrapped with a tight, clutching squeeze, before loosening it - a simple tie of the ribbon which held against his neck to a bow, fastening the mantle in place. His crown yet remained unshrouded, pale blue iris’ flecked with nought at all. He left the darkened room; finally, it sat free of his presence. Cloak enveloping his thin figure, a feline-filled satchel slung across a narrow shoulder, he placed but a few last trinkets into the inner pockets of the cloak. Upon this matter only could he perhaps be accused of ‘stealing’; a singular dagger carefully stowed away, slipped into a pocket close to reach. The fine blade he once held had been taken away and, for the journey that he wished to embark upon, some form of protection he found to be a necessity. The elf left the barracks with no further touch, no further investigation of what had occurred. His frosted gaze changed not, as he slipped, at the creak of dawn, through the Silver Gates and out of the ‘Silver’ Walls - with each gaze, the foundations that he took part in lovingly placing seemed to lose their lustre. He reached the bottom of the lift - the Morvael Elevator, its true name, to him. In this act, in this step, did he most harshly restrain the urgent longing to glance back. A sharpened bite of his lip, the elfs gaze sparked for but a single moment - worried thoughts to the cared few left behind. Yet, he could only bid them silent farewell, a wish of a better future; he pleaded for their overcoming of this period, a hope that they might succeed where he had failed to do so, in restoring the Silver State. Such is how an elf and his cat, relevance dropped as swiftly as the pale elf’s priorly-appointed roles, departed the only city which they had truly ever known, at heart. Digits reached up, a wispy pinch of the scrunched fabric behind his neck to draw a scarlet hood over his head. The sun rose at the edge of the horizon. A hazy set of orbs peered upon the brilliant light. The smallest flickering hope of restoration kept stored in a sunken heart. The road, as the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, he followed. And down the path of the unknown he went. [[ Haelun’or. You will be missed, til the day that I may return. Just wanted to wrap up this arc with this small narrative [ not a pk post !!] , and give my appreciation here for all. It’s been a good run, and I’m ever-thankful for all the people who made my experience here so very enjoyable, even though many of such have moved on for now also - the few who still remain, ily more than you could know ❤️ Wish you guys the best going forth - Haelun’or has, and will always have, a place in my heart. Someday, I suppose I shall return - whether in weeks, months or years - though for now my journey takes me elsewhere. Much love. ~ puff ❤️ ]]

The Sohaer Alaion Miravaris signs the document.

IN REGARDS TO ELHEIAL’THILLN issued 12th of the Amber Cold 1771 [[‘Haelun’or’, artwork by Biegeltoren]] The Silver Council of The Silver State of Haelun’or as of 12th of the Amber Cold 1771 Maheral: Acaele Lazul [[Acaele]] Sohaer: Alaion Miravaris [[puffables]] Maelunir: VACANT Annilerir: VACANT Okarir'tir: Elahern Aeth’sulier [[snoopie12]] Okarir'san: Evelon Telperion [[rwk0]] Okarir'lliran: Ikur Sullas [[MagicPastry]] Okarir’nor: Anethra Uradir [[SquakHawk]] Okarir'mali: Nuala Uradir [[Geminisole]] Okarir'tayna: Silvos Sythaerin [[MrSyth]] Okarir’maehr: Illyara Valarieth [[nerdypenguins]] Okarir’indor: Kinahen Athrilum [[grossmorale]] The Vow of Okariran Larihei, adont'sulier kae'haler Kae halere ne allim, atane nor'thilln Kae'leh okarir'lae maehr'sae Kae'leh diraar'lae hiylun Kae illere kae'tayna tilru'ehya ito Elhaelun'or Kae illere kae'sirame iheiuhii'ehya ay'Elmaheral Iyulonn kalim tenna kae ante - Larihei, bear witness to my vow I pledge no sin, no impurity to The Silver State I am the safeguardian of her progress I am the protector of her health I give my life and service to The Motherland I give my honor and breath to the Maheral From this day until my last maehr’sae hiylun’ehya

A quiet office – one no longer belonging to the individual, in all honesty. Yet, by familiarity, it was (for the time being) his own. The pale figure sat behind the oaken desk. Yet, still? He was not. A tilt of iced gaze, flicked to the right – several stacks of variously-organised paperwork lingered like snow topping a mountain, near blocking his view forth. His thin, leather-gloved digits rapped in dissatisfaction against the desk, a slight purse of lips as he wracked his thoughts, reading over the lengthy parchment. Yet another sip of tea. Delicate digits shifted their tap to the side of a porcelain teacup, nails beneath leather muffled by such, a dull takk against the item. The tired elf rubbed any drowsiness from his lids, a gentle brush of lightly-forming bags ; it seemed many nights had been filled in this way. The lusciously honeyed concoction slipped down his throat, a calmed exhale followed only from a jittered shiver as the ‘thill continued on his work. The hearth continued to burn, a quiet crackle of endurance, its eyes flickering open and shut just as his did – yet, more tea was sure to fuel the quell of such, more wood beneath the pile. Tick. Tick. In the silence, who could guess how long might pas- A knock at the door. The Sohaer rose not from his seat then; only so much paperwork could be readily received with the joy that might be expected of one so soon pressed the title and duty. Besides - his hair was rather disarrayed from running fingers through it in idle dilemma. The image, of course, would be certain to upset. It mattered not – papers slid under the small crack beneath the large spruce door which guarded the place of somewhat tranquillity. He shifted from his seat, a slight stretch - a small, soundless yawn. The slow ‘click’ of metallic boot against the tiled floors only caused a further bat of the drapes which hung atop his pupils, a silence aside such formed – the near flames themselves in hold of breath. Even with brief scan, with a single glance to the note - such was not that which he had expected. By this, he was thrown awake. The internal curiosity of any Mali’thill overpowering in the sleep-deprived Sohaer, he'd lean down with vigour - taking up the parchment with quick grasp. A fast pace back to his desk, in rhythmic manner, he swiftly slumped himself back down to the cushioned hold of the chair. At last – chance to read, to peruse something new. However, anticipation leads not always to ecstasy. Sharpened expressions of interest fell. The drawn-up corners to his cheeks, the shimmer in his gaze – all would fall, a droop back to null. Incomprehensible, the elf would find it. His eyes darted up and down the page, hoping there was something at all he had missed, to redeem such a notice upon the dark, elven eve; for once, he hoped that his weariness had indeed caused him to misread and imagine. But ne. The paper remained. A featherlike fall back in his seat, languorously craning his neck upwards – eyes reaching to the roof – the Sohaer exhaled a few, quietly ragged breaths of.. laughter, of all things. A slight tremble, his hand reached for the somewhat newly-silvered ring – not of originality, you see, a mere copy of what once was, the prior lost and near surely irretrievable – and slid such down from his crown. Candlelight danced in its metallic sheen as he twirled the circlet through fingertips, a slow orbit. Red flecks scattered, dripping upon the desk and all that around – flecks of crystalline crimson light. A final turn, the elf faced the circlet – his thoughts come to conclusion. Pale blue iris’ of a Sohaer met a scarlet void. The elf peered in – an elf looking back, wry smile wide upon his features: scarlet-tinged tears dripping from his scarlet-tinged eyes. A coarse tone, the elf wept his words – though no more crystal droplets fell from those orbs, he wept nonetheless. And, his words wept onto paper – quill dripping in fountains of Silver ink, thoughts sprawled across the canvas of mind, til flushed unto the canvas of the world presented before him. “Silver, by the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya itself: this cannot be. The sheen of white ‘acal has glorified itself, rotting in the eyes, in the seized gaze of my citizenry. Merit, placed behind that of ill-warranted vengeance and scorn. Ambition toppled with unbridled greed, a step upon lliran in attempts to ascension – a failure, both crushed in the process. Logic sent away with unkempt words, with threat befitting of Bortu, Uruk – any but ‘thill. Progress halted, by means of misfortune past. Health, that of fellow Mali’thill, disrespected. Tarnished in both word and physicality. The Maheral – the one who Simply Is – their word disregarded. Disgraced, contended; both Maheral, and all Maheral who have come before. The Maheral simply is, the Maheral above all; such is cried by those with faux intent - yet, their emotion-driven acts prove their intent to remain faux, conscious or not are they of the fact – minds seized with the rot of white ‘acal. A hypocrisy manifesting in full form, taken root deeper than one could ever fathom. Mere silver-painted ‘acal holds its accursed deceit within. For the sanctity of Silver, I weep. For the individuals of Silver, I weep. For the Silver State, children of Silver, and all of Silver who have come before, I weep. And Larihei weeps, weeps for Silver, weeps for what is lost – but what is more, She who is most blessed weeps for the future. We weep for the ‘Silver’ State of maehr’sae hiylun’ehya.” And with this, copies skittered – that which was wept, now swept - spread upon wings of air through the silent Haelun’orian breeze.

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