Laeonathan

"Didn't you try to be Duke of Adria a while ago?" Wondered Vasyl, son of the Exilic Duke!

Khenarlum Doomforged prepared his axe and shield once more, preparing to fight for Urguan for another time since the times of Utak.

Upwards did the gaze of Raziel move; into the skies. Upon the notion of the Celian Inquisition he wondered if an old friends of his would pride himself in his success. Those who were cleansed began cleanse others, one posthumous victory for Caius, so he thought. But likely he'd just prepare to beat the Letterman with the missive anyways.

An ancient RAGUK seemed to have awoken once more. Urguth made his way home, to the desert. It would be a long way; but he would arrive, once more.

Luci’lin Regency To the Vintnerfolk of Celia’nor ☽ ⸻⸻ ✯ ⸻⸻ ☾ Published Twenty-fourth of Sun’s Smile, 191 S.A. ☽ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✯ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ☾ ★ Appointment of Llora Soltée ★ With my absence starting the early hours of the dawning 192nd year of the Second Age, I, Lord Raziel Amethil of Luci’lin, appoint Llora Soltée as regent of elLuci’lin Celia’sul. She is to be respected as if she were myself. Her authority shall be the same as mine unless she tries to commit arson, if she does: Stop her. Please. This shall stay in effect until the summer of 193 S.A. when I return from my mission for the crown from beyond the sea; just in time for our one elven year celebration. ilMaehr’sae Ilkun’ehya ✵ ☽ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✯ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ☾ AY’PUERAN; Lord Raziel Amethil, Laurir ito Luci’lin Celia’sul, Vintner-Captain, Patriarch of the Amethil Talonnii

thank you for all the real tech team members who aren't just building roads like me for working on this.

will u ever mentally recover from your defeat at bowling?

"Well, hunting that fallen Paladin who is now interrupting Darkspawn investigations might get a bit complicated, now that he is gone." Raziel scratched his head, "Refused a Darkspawn test and then fled the continent. Incredibly suspicious. Should I still bother? Hmmm!" He pondered then, unsure what to do.

"Well done!" Raziel smiles, "Now clean it up." The elf instructed. "Also it's ilMaehr'sae ilkun'ehya..."

An elven friend of the Adunians takes up the missive, "Does Anorhil require help? Huh, we shall see. He helped us after all, did he not?" Wondered the Lord Raziel from his halls.

"Death did not stop him the last time," An Adrian priest by the name of Vasyl who had once helped capture the 'King' spoke.

"Undead Ibleesian scum!" Exclaimed a priest who once went by the name Vasyl Sarkozic. "Rurik! Thalien! Did we not capture this man for old Gaspard? I am quite sure we did!" - "Hey! Where is everyone!"

"I thought it would be an heirloom," The Amethil who had just made him a scabbard spoke as his gaze drifted away. "But so soon...? I had not thought this. Oh the valah," Raziel lamented as he looked upon the stars. "They fade so quickly. Greet Caius from me, ti..?"

"Moikes sense," Spoke a Dwarf by the name of Khenarlum who likely hadn't read further than Deposement of Alaric. A 200-years old quarrel would not be forgotten lightly.

"Da fock...?" Is all the obese Khenarlum Doomforged had to comment for a moment. After he caught himself from the shock he was finally able to express himself once more. "Da fock's Alaric High Prophet in da foirst place?"

Anger and sadness gripped the one elf that was once-enemy of Caius, yet became a friend in his later years. "Will the next Pontiff believe me, too?" He wondered then, his thoughts drifted off to the return of Iblees.

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"Oi mate, et is 189 S.A., yeh got yeh date wrong!" Commented Khenarlum. Yet regardless, he filled out the census, adding a goofy smiley below it.

typical dwarf behaviour

Have you ever heard the tale of Twinndolin? It is not a story the druids would tell you...

Ball of Remembrance “Music is something our people, across all lines of Malin, lack. It's a beautiful art and those that can't even strum a string can flail and dance. And that is an art in its own right too. We need to have such professions, so when fighting comes and passes, we have beauty.” - Princess Ivarielle I., 62 S.A. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ TO ALL WHOM IT MAY CONCERN, More than a century ago our realm was founded by the hands of many who have passed since. The list of friends lost is long; longer than I can remember. Yet the Celia’nor and its denizens, many children of those founders of yore, are still here, living proof that what we had envisioned so long had set us on a righteous path. We have overcome many trials, seen the destruction of our state by the hand of traitors and seen its restoration by true-hearted kinsmen and kinswomen. So let us celebrate our achievements and not linger in the past! And so, in the spirit of Ivarielle’s instructions, I invite the high society of the Celia’nor to a ball within my halls. Wear bright, joyous colors; for the day shall not be one of sadness, but one of pride. Come to my estate at sunset on the 6th of the Grand Harvest for the celebration. All citizens of the Celia’nor and its allies are invited. Drinks shall be provided for! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ AY’PUERAN; Lord Raziel Amethil, Laurir of Celia’nor, Vintner-Captain, Patriach of the Amethil Talonnii [OOC: Saturday 13th, 3 pm est at the Starlight Winery, right in front of Celia’nor]

No, no, no! Meeee!!!!!1111one. All jokes aside: Id never play one, but good lore!