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"Oh man! You should call her Lady Valindra. It really makes her go insane." Commented a fellow 'fenn-in-denial.

Raziel Amethil had no idea what was happening when was in his winecellar preparing the jars of next years harvest, "I wonder what kind of wine Valindra would enjoy... oh- well. She's probably still mad about something."

Raziel Amethil is happy to be invited and makes preparations to ensure the next years harvest will be good and served at the feast!

Georg Euler stared in annoyance at the treaty. The sigils were not centered properly and the rage started consuming him.

"What a pathetic lie. You gross barbarian were torturing an innocent person. This is why swords were drawn." Grumbled an elf in spite to the false crusader. "Your attempt of murder was the reason swords were drawn." "Also it was your folk refusing to be tested, was it not?"

"Sounds like an Imperial Alliance against Haense." Noted an elf, with a smile. "Well... what is it, in the end?"

"Alas, maybe I will have to jump over my shadow and work with Hokhmatians." Raziel grumbled, handing the missive to the Lubba. @mika1278

its called lore, you can turn undead already... :P

[!] This missive can be found in front of the Starlight Winery in Leyu'sil, capital of Celia'nor ♫♬ A Guide to the Village of Celia’lin Home of the Celian People Published 145 SA. / 1941 IA. The Village Starting off as a little winery with white walls, purple roofs, a yellow tree and a pond in which the ducks quacked once more was established a mere two years ago by a few Celian Settlers. Yet soon, this small winery turned into a village, with many Celianorians making their way there. Many of them nostalgic of their old home Fi’Andria, these elves soon created a small community. The Opening Festivities of the Winery. Most people within the village pursue wine-, juice- or drinkmaking as well as farming. Often they will venture outside their little village to sell their goods. Typically, they make their way to Petra, Haense and Aaun, where they strike deals with the local human population. The Celianorians messing around at their pond. The Location (OOC: Coordinates 3700 -100. Best head there from Aaun or Lurin.) The Village of Celia’lin is located in the Most Serene State of Lurin, easily to be found on the way from Aaun towards Lurin. The white houses and purple roofs are hard to miss amongst the small vineyards surrounding the village. ilMaehr’sae ilkun’ehya ay’pueran; Raziel Amethil, Vintner-Captain & Protector of the Celian People OOC: We are largely European & American, most active between 11 am est and 5 pm est. https://discord.gg/y3MRDP5XGJ

as an elf player I endorse this. I think you've missed a cultural opportunity here, I demand to be discriminated

"Oh Ava, are you still not over what had happened? Have you not understood, what I have done?" Raziel wondered, upon hearing the news. "But so be it, we shall talk."

"Orcs never change." Raziel stated with a mere, careless shrug. "Have fun with them. We had to contain their aggression numerous times. Worked only temporarely."

Ulrich Euler, the first of the Eulers, smiled upon his descendants and their achievements!

[!] This missive can be found all around the world. Celian Folklore: The Deer of Fi’Andria Published 144 SA. 80 years ago, the Starlanders established Fi’Andria, on the western shores of Almaris. Ever since a strange occurrence has followed them: The Deer of Fi’Andria. While none has ever truly grasped its nature it has been found to be immensely long lived. It was first seen attracting settlers after around a year of the establishment of the Celian Capital. (Artist unknown.) It had not been sighted for 40 years; yet upon the establishment of Celia’lin, the “Starhome” it appeared once more. It jumped around happily amongst those gathered to listen to Ailer Anordal; quite to his own dismay. Several theories have been established regarding its origins: 1. Upon the suggestion of a local druid, some believe it to be a mani, a greater spirit of the wild. Due to its connection it despises the unnatural powers of the void. Such seems befitting as the deer disappeared around the time the Celian Tear must have been created and started revisiting the Celian People once they had settled in Celia’lin, this time free of a voidal rift. However, an elder druid had remarked that no such mani was known, rendering the theory a mere myth by a trickster druid. 2. Yet others expect it to be a strange and new spirit gifted by the greater powers to guide the Celian people and morally support them during times of peril, with some Celianorians claiming its “Nyeh!” sounds would calm and inspire them deeply, almost touching their very souls. 3. Many however disregard those theories and simply claim that the deer is what it is: A deer that follows after the Celian people, likely contributed to the fact that the tree bark of the golden Trees of Fi’Andria have a high nutritional value and apparently quite liked by deers in general. No matter what is true, in the end one thing can be certain: The Deer of Fi’Andria will always be a blessing when it visits the Celian people. ilMaehr’sae ilkun’ehya ay’pueran; Raziel Amethil, Vintner-Captain & Protector of the Celian People

"We shall speak once you learn to pronounce Ibarellan." Commented the elf.

Raziel Ibarellan smiles widely to his newly-found mother and beamed with pride that he may now bear the name of the women that had raised him. A sigh too escaped him, for it was a heritage filled with much good and evil.

"Oui, oui. Le baguette." Is all Raziel Amethil had to add to his former students auvergnian escapades. "Oem'ii, you should really learn elven instead." He encouraged then.

"Kill them with fire, Llora." Raziel encouraged after he had missed.

"At last, we have to eliminate all pigeons once more. Not a singular pigeon shall be left, once we are done." Raziel stated, firing his crossbow at the nearest pigeon and missing completely.

The Grand Opening of the Starlight Winery The Village of the Celian People “From the ashes; salvation. From salvation; a future.” Published 5th of Malin’s Welcome, 144 SA. Preamble With the Vineyard of the Celian people, named the “Starlight Winery” becoming more and more popular with every day and many more lost Starlanders making their way home, it is our honor to announce that our official opening is to be conducted on the 6th of the Grand Harvest, 144 SA. OOC: Saturday September 2nd, at 2 PM EST Order of Events: Ceremonial Sapling Planting (2 PM EST) When Fi’Andria was destroyed, four seeds of the Golden Trees were saved. With the Celian people having found a home once more, they shall be planted by Aywinn Ibarellan. Starlight Ball (2:05 PM EST) To properly celebrate the opening of the Winery & Village, a dance in the Village’s Meeting-Hall shall happen. Suggested colors are red & black. During all times of the evening a variety of wines are offered for free for tasting. PENNED AND SIGNED; Raziel Amethil, Vintner-Captain & Protector of the Celian People

"By the stars! What did I just read?" Raziel Amethil exclaimed, dropping a bottle of wine. The Celian elf just stared at the missive in utter confusion. "Also, how is he still able to write? Weren't his hands cut off?"

Exactly. There is no way a raiding party won't be noticed, given its massive... as they are on LOTC.

[!] This may be considered PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE. A Story spread widely. “Mr. Stars” Lurin, 142 SA Raziel stood amidst the square of Lurin, pondering. Over his life, his idleness, his failures and regrets. He lacked purpose and direction, the willingness to do something. And he knew that. Talar'nor, the state that rose to replace Raziels homeland, Celia'nor was a ghost town. And that too, he knew. The Wynasuls, in their folly, did the thing Ivarielle warned most of: To turn Celia'nor into something it was not. And Ivarielle remained right with her judgement once more. His decision to support the Wynasuls in their mistake haunted him. It was a mistake, and that too he had realised. He thought of his talk with Thelia, who had urged him to do something; even if she did not know, what exactly. With his gaze and thoughts empty it took him a while to notice the small dark elven child named Dasyra trying to get his attention. The conversation was rather idle, he falsely deemed it of little value for himself. Yet at the end of their conversation, the child yelled: “Bye, bye, Mr. Stars!” The careless nickname she had given him stuck in his head; occupied his thoughts. Mr Stars, is what she called him. He went his way, to lay down under a tree - unsure what to do yet. Raziel then quickly faded off into a dream from the tiring day. It was when he woke up, that he knew what to do. He looked at his arcane focus, a staff he made long ago in the style of his mentor's, and read its silvery inscription aloud: ay’Celia’nor. And so he made a decision: The time of inaction was over. Raziel held Ivarielle's old missive: To distant lari'onnan and mal'onnan. It was the very missive she had sent to gather her forces of the Silver Princedom, the entity that would become Celia'nor one day. Questions roamed through his head. Loudly, like screaming voices the pounded onto his consciousness. "Will I fail, like Veralya?" "Will they accept me to lead them, until the Ibarellan return?" "Was it all a farce, or will the Ibarellan return?!" "Can I right those wrongs?" Thus, once more an elf would send letters to distant lari’onnan and mal’onnan. Yet this time, not to overthrow a state, but to create a prospering vineyard where the little remnants of his people may dwell. And so, the idea of the Starlight Winery formed…