ShadyMixtape

THE BALLOT ((MC name: ApolloEnsemble)) Name: Ivoriel Elibar'acal Vote for Okarir'hiylun: ( XX ) Maeve Elibar'acal ( ) Aestenia Aevaris

Ivoriel reads over the message in the dead of night, quietly twisting a ring on her finger, the gem on it seeming to shift from a pale red to a deeper blue, a mix of emotions flickering in her eyes as she contemplates over a simmering cup of tea. Frankly, nothing changes with this, she was used to the empty bed, there hadn’t been another body in it for awhile. “Well I waited this long, guess I’ll wait a bit longer Mayilun.” she sighs, mumbling to herself.

A growing specter in Haelunor, Ivoriel, looks out from the balcony of the Elibar’acal manor while dressed in her morning clothes, a cup of tea freshly brewed in her right hand. A thought had been present on her mind for the last fourth night, a clinging dread, a duty she must do but has gone undone, only exacerbated due to the recent dealings with a ‘ata she no longer wished to think of as it only brought her duress. She shook her head, returning inside the manor to fetch a quill and paper, writing a proper notif once and for all through the night. “Dear my fellow ‘aheral, It might have come to your attention as of late that there has been a change in the Elibar’acal talonnii, indeed I wish to properly state the affairs that have gone on, and put to rest rumors of my successor gaining the position of matriarch through unjust means. Ne, that can’t be any further from the truth. In my tired state I simply failed to make proper announcements of the change of hands, which I shall do now. I, Ivoriel Elibar’acal, formally relinquish my title as Laurir and Matriarch of the Elibar’acal talonnii to one Daerine Elibar’acal.” The letter read simply, though the elfess did wonder if she should’ve included more, but quite frankly she was tired. She put on a cloak and made her way outside the manor, coughing just slightly as she hangs the announcement up. [OOC] So work has started taken up most of my time as of late, which hasn’t allowed me to get on LoTC as much anymore sadly, and because I didn’t want my family to stagnate I handed over the title to Vic, however I uh- forgot to make an actual announcement for it, so apologies for any confusion! ^^;

48 pages, 48 PAGES, oh my god Johann Nice work +1

Ivoriel Elibar’acal quietly read the letter to herself in her bedroom alone at night. Another night alone, like always. A cup of tea long gone cold sits by her, having become her companion for these sleepless nights of worry and sickness. As the letter’s words registered in her mind she sighed, crumpling the letter and tossing it to the other end of the now defunct Matriarch room. “Mal’maronn...” She said, shaking her head and sighing. “I thought you’d be better than this.” She looked over to her bedside table, a picture of her family proud on it, however Ata’s presence causes her to scowl a little, so she carefully sits the picture down against the surface.

Ivoriel nurses a cup of green tea in her hands as she reads over the candidates, an almost motherly proudness flickering in her expression. She’s slowly overcoming a cold that left her a bit bedridden, however even still it’s her duty as a mali’aheral to vote. THE BALLOT ((MC name: ShadyMixtape)) Name: Ivoriel Elibar’acal Vote for Sohaer: ( ) Anethra Uradir (XX) Eredael Rhenaer

THE BALLOT ((MC name:ShadyMixtape )) Name: Ivoriel Elibar’acal Vote for Okarir’maehr: (XX) Silvyr Uradir ( ) Andria Aldin

((MC name: ShadyMixtape )) Name: Ivoriel Elibar’acal Vote for Okarir’tir: ( ) Alluin Seregon ( ) Elrion Visaj (X) Celiasil (X) Storm Elibar’acal

The Ballot (( MC name: ShadyMixtape)) Name: Ivoriel Elibar’acal Vote for Sohaer: (XX) Nelgauth Maehr'tehral (--) Anethra Uradir (--) Abstain

The Ballot - MC name: ShadyMixtape - Name: Ivoriel Elibar’acal Vote for Okarir’maehr: (X) Silvos Sythaerin (--) Elahern Aeth'sulier (X) Olrin Maehr'tehral Vote for Okarir’nor: (X) Elathion Dagre'sae (X) Aiera Sullas

(( MC name: ShadyMixtape )) Name: Ivoriel Elibar’acal Vote for Okarir’tir: (xx ) Kaelan Aldin ( ) Elrion Visaj ( ) Alluin Miravaris Vote for Okarir’hiylun: ( ) Silvyr Uradir ( xx ) Dele Seregon ( ) Farandil Aldin

Ivoriel steps forward once Kaelan finishes his speech. “I would wish to show my support for Kaelan. I’ve seen his wit and tactic as a commander of the Sillumiran and have seen him prove himself protecting Haelun’or numerous times now. He truly cares for El’cihi, so I believe he’ll no doubt make a great candidate for Okarir’tir.” She adjusts herself to look around the room once more then glances back to Kaelan. “Mister Aldin has more than proven himself to me, were it not for him I would not even be here today. I would have been hurt, or worse, by a ker outside El’cihi. Mister Aldin was there to protect me as an mere oem’ii, and because of that kindness I can witness the progress that is happening within our beautiful silver state today”

Ivoriel would initially be apprehensive of the letter, shaking as she sat in front of the fireplace of the paladin base, the warmth ever so slightly helping her mood. A small pack of ice borrowed from the tavern sat on her wrapped knee, which had been sprained from some exercising mishap. A small bout of fear covered her as she scanned the seal, delicately running a nail under the flap. With one last gasp she pries it open and takes the missive from within. While she hadn’t known Kaelan outside of one faithful trip to Brandybrook, she had been cared for by #66 for a while now, ever since her talonnii fell apart - he had been there for her. She reads the letter, over and over before clutching it to her chest, letting out a painful cry. #66 was much like a father to Ivoriel, something she didn’t have for most her life, and now that he was gone, she felt alone once again. Howver she takes a glance around the room, settling on a chestplate that laid in the corner, the number #88 proudly displayed on it. Ivoriel’s frown slowly curves up as she thinks of Storm and the rest of the Sillumiran, who were much like a family to Ivoriel, even literally in Storm’s case. Her eyes shift back to the letter, nodding knowingly with a faint smile. “I’m your living legacy sir.” She says quietly while dabbing away a few tear stains that had dripped down her cheeks and onto her lap. With a flourish of motion she seals the letter again, tucking it ever so delicately into her satchel, where it would remain forever, a constant reminder to Ivoriel. “Thank you... for everything.”

Ivoriel Valarieth cries in proud and slightly worried Sillumir.

Discord: ShadyMixtape#4130 Preferred time of interview: (CST) I am usually fine with any time. Example RP: Ivoriel carefully carries a tray of glasses between the tables, making sure not to drop them this time as she hands them off to whoever they go to. When a new customer rolls in she stops and gives a cheerful wave "Karin'ayla! I'll be with you with a menu in a moment!" She says, gesturing to an empty seat as she places one final glass on the table before scurrying back to the counter, laying the tray down and grabbing a menu then immediately making her way to the newcomer with a determined and pleasant expression. Name: Ivoriel Elibar'acal-Valarieth Race, and are you a citizen of the Silver State?: I am a proud High elf and Ti! I am a Citizen of the state, have been for as long as I remember. Preferred position: Trainee Waitress. Why should you get this position?: I’m incredibly headstrong and ambitious with a drive to learn. I grew up having stuff handled for me, so I believe a change of pace would be a valuable experience for a growing oem’ii like myself, and perhaps I can learn more about The Silver State and other life skills on the job as well. As Elsohaer has told me, reading books can only get me so far, I need hands-on experience.

Ivoriel Elibar'acal's eyes glanced over the missive once, twice, ten times before her hands began to shake. No this... wasn't real right? It was just a big prank she thought, but that thought quickly faded as reality set in. "First Klad, now my own Haelun'ii?? Who's next? Ailala? Daerine?!" the paper in her hands was quickly reduced to shreds, now scattering the ground like snow. The sash she wore each and every day was then slung against the wall of her small bedroom in a fit of fury. What she once thought of as Haelun'orian pride was now nothing more than a grim reminder of the city that dared to tear her family apart.