UmbreScye

I think it is quite wonderful, as the locations are easy to reach and it’s worthwhile to go on an rp exploration. However, I personally would enjoy more locations [and perhaps dangerous locations] to find herbs in the jungles. I spent quite a while and perhaps I was not in the right area, but alas I failed to find anything on the Queens Isles. This could be due to my lack of knowledge on the entire layout of Queens isles as it is incredibly big, though I must admit it was very satisfying to locate these herbs. I do look forward to a brewing plugin to utilize these herbs, as they are being sold like wildfire for various prices. Another thought is that, perhaps certain plants emit a mechanical effect on the person once they pluck it. Though it may be too difficult to execute, that is just a fun thought since certain herbs have immediate random effects based on their descriptions. It would be delightful to randomly experience it, and urge people to explore in groups. Though this may or may not impact server load, so I am not sure on how well this may go if used. In terms of executing this sort of idea, it would most likely become full of glitches which would consume more time depending on how well the implementation goes. I suggest randomizing the locations, every so often [perhaps every month or two] to mimic the area not being as resourceful as usual through overuse. This may be just not exactly making a new herb spawn point, but changing what herb spawns there. Also, maybe a special herb could be found during event sites, especially in areas effected negatively. I can see a large amount of various events utilizing the plugin in a fun way. Overall, a very pleasant and fun addition to the server that enhances roleplay. Thanks for the neat plugin, and I look forward to later versions. +1 - Fruu [Apologies I may have gone overboard!]

Feng Guihua took a deep breath, staring down at the paper with hidden sadness. She lifted her brush, and signed the parchment.

Uppori Visaj already owned the tavern, and alas, she wasn’t very talented at being a saleswoman. She stared at the entries for a moment, ‘thill lining up to pick a spot in the Trade District, Uppori smiled gently at the signatures on the document. Uppori thought about this while inside of the library, closing her book immediately to check out the new District.

Uppori Visaj stared at the missive, her eyes lighting up immediately. “Ah.. Librarians hm? Perhaps it wouldn’t be a problem to aid them every once in a while...” She smiled brightly, leaving the missive on her desk as she quickly turned to the Eternal Library. She glanced at her giant pile of drafts for future novels, grabbing one before she strode off.

Uppori Visaj nodded in approval to the Visaj Talonnii, sleeping away her injuries within her room. She would open one of her eyes, staring up at the ceiling with a smile. “Hm, it seems there are more Visaj sprouting like daisies in spring. I should meet them soon.” She spoke softly, drifting off to sleep once more.

Uppori Visaj stared at the missive, amongst a pile of various papers detailing ‘thill uncovering their hidden bloodlines. “More ‘thill discovering their past, it’s a wonderful thing to return to your roots.” As she placed the missive in a shelf, Uppori would begin to write a letter to her siblings spread across Arcas.

Juunko squinted at the sheet, grabbing at it with her grubby dirty hands. She stared at it for a moment, before a wrinkly oversized cat peered from her hair. The wrinkly naked cat meowed disturbingly as Juunko cackled. “Lat heur dat Wrynklez? Mi peep ah zhow du zee! Mahybeh evun purfom!” She chuckled wildly, running off with her wrinkly cat living in her hair. Before she left however, she left a note on the post she found the pole: “Perfumer: Juunko agh Wrinklez!”

Uppori Visaj thought back to Illiran’s ramblings and anger, she felt that there was something more to his rage than what met the eye. She felt sorrow as she watched two people die today, almost passing away herself. With a shaken sigh, Uppori attempted to speak to the nurses who walked passed her confinement, but her lips were sealed shut. She simply closed her eyes, humming herself to sleep in order to ignore her injuries.

Uppori Visaj would be lying down in the infirmary, staring off into the ceiling. She would glance at some white lilies left for her, though she couldn’t reach out to them due to her current state. Uppori thought of Gusten’s final breath as Dele attended to his body, and the blood knight that stormed into the room to take their lives. Opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out as ‘thill nurses wandered the halls. Only a single tear, as she could not move to attend the wake without aid, so she was forced to mourn alone.

=+=+=+=+= The Silver Banquet [ SATURDAY, JULY 13th 5:00 PM EST ] [ Mali’thill Tavern, Silver State of Haelun’or ] =+=+=+=+= [!] A formal letter written neatly upon the finest parchment was nailed into the tavern board for all ‘thill and passerby to read. The Visaj family stamp could be found at the very bottom of the paper itself. The Mali’thill have worked tirelessly towards a pure and prosperous feature, without break, continuing to fulfill maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. The recent war has come to a close, which allows the ‘thill for a moment of peace to calm and ease their minds. With the threat of war dying off into the crisp air, it was a peak and beautiful time to launch a full state feast for the ‘thill. The Silver Banquet will be one of the most formal events that the Silver State of Haelun’or will provide to the ‘thill, and will be blessed with some of the purest attendees. We stand together, proud and pure, through all threats that come our way. The Visaj Family, among the purest Talonnii, will be hosting the Silver Banquet within the halls of the Mali’thill Tavern. The entire area will be renovated to be suitable for a proper banquet hall, and various themed pins will be presented to all attendees, a small requirement for the banquet. Here is a list of the pins, created by Mali’aheral artists and smiths, as well as multiple events that will be occurring during this feast. You may gain one or more pins depending on your status, or perhaps may choose whichever you desire. There will be TWO special events, which will all result in mina prizes for those who attend. =+=+ White Stag Silver Pin +=+ Silver Peacock Pin +=+= The white stag has been infamously known to be one of the brightest symbols of the Silver State of Haelun’or, including the glorious peacock to represent our current honorable Sohaer Dimaethor Visaj, who enthusiastically tends to the Blessed Citizenry’s needs when the other councillors are absent. Even wounded, he rarely takes breaks in order to ensure the rest of the citizenry is not troubled by worldly affairs. - The white stag will be given to those who have yet to begin their own bloodline but have contributed a hefty amount of work to the Silver State. - - The peacock will be not only be given to those who have been close to the Sohaer and Visaj Family, but also to those who have sprouted outwards with wondrous Talonniian and continued their bloodline for various generations. - =+=+ Lion Bronze Pins +=+ Dove Bronze Pins +=+= The prideful lion has been an animal attached to several powerful Mali’thill of the past, who have furthered the ‘aheral’s extraordinary military might; this pin is a tribute to the Sillumir who have worked tirelessly to ensure the safety of our citizens. The delicate dove is the animal representing our dear and adored Maheral: Iaria Elervathar, who continues to guide the Blessed Citizenry with unswerving adherence and love for her people. - All mali’aheral of the realm will be blessed with the bronze pin of the lion, and we the Silver State hope that they remain amongst us after viewing the roots of our culture once more. - - The bronze pin of the dove will be given to the blessed who have attained citizenship, retaining their pure heritage through donating to the state, very much valued amongst the ‘thill. - =+=+=+=+= Special Events =+=+=+=+= = Greeting Ceremony for the ‘Thill: As the chosen mali’aheral waltz into the silver banquet halls, they will be gifted pins as a virtuous thank you for their service to the state. Each will be greeted by the Visaj family members as they enter. It is required that family members are to enter at the same time, so they may be properly addressed when entering. Each member will be asked to present their special letter of invitation to the banquet and will be presented proper seating arrangements into the halls. Through the pin system, there will be arranged seats for the mali’aheral who live outside of the state, those who are already loyal citizens of the Silver State, and accommodations for special guests. The Sillumir will watch over the event with their helmets off, so they may sway in and out of duty during the festivities. Once everyone has been properly placed into their seating, there will be a reenactment of “Haelun’or ito Iye’leh”, a collaboration written by our dear Okarir'san Delos Telperion, during the reclamation efforts in Atlas. A word from the Visaj family will then commence, as well as a list of events that will be announced. = Sohaer and Maheral address: If either will be attending, they will give a short speech to the mali’aheral attending the event. It will be a brief speech before the feast, and it can be about whatever they wish to speak of. It may be about the achievements of the blessed state thus far, or perhaps thanks to those attending. = Lion Mane Scavenger Hunt: A fun scavenger hunt for the oem’ii and those attending. First to finish the item list will be awarded 250 minas! = Peacock Dance and Prance! : Figure out which sweet treat is sullied, which unsullied. Whoever gets through three rounds without picking out the nasty surprise wins 150 minas! There will be three rounds, meaning a lucky ‘aheral has the chance of winning a grand total of 450 minas! =+=+=+=+= Distribution of food and beverages, allowing the attendees to attend the events throughout the duration of the day. All event attendees may look for Uppori Visaj and the Tavern’s employees for beverages and meals. We look forward to your attendance. Formal letters will be distributed privately to a select amount of people all throughout the realm. Sincerely, Mali’thill Tavern Keeper, Uppori Visaj Sohaer, Dimaethor Visaj

Uppori Visaj stared at the SECOND tribunal missive against Caestella, sighing deeply in the confines of her home. “Rumors, are blinding the citizenry of the true problems lurking within the alleys of the Silver State...” She murmured quietly, surrounded by no one, inside of her empty home.

Feng Guihua stared at the missive, a smirk on her face. “It is time, for pranking poor Xiongdi...” She cackled.

Feng Guihua nodded, placing the last incense stick next to the alter. “Uncle Kuaisu, Guihua hope Guihua make you proud...” She commented slowly, a tear falling her cheek. She watched the incense slowly disappear, into the sky, as she sent her last prayers to the Heavenly Realm where her own presumably rest...

Uppori Visaj stood still, staring at a silver glowing flower in her hands amongst a large selection of packed items. She then gasps, as the flower seemed to wilt under the night sky. She stared at it for a moment, a furrowed brow on her face as she clutched the flower tightly. The stem snapped through her grip, the flower bud crashing onto the ground and the petals scattering, the luminous glow fading as Uppori exhaled slowly. For a moment she simply stared at it, letting the stem fall onto the ground with a meek open hand. ”What a shame. It was a lovely flower.” She murmured quietly, staring at the night sky, unaware of the death that occurred in the exact moment she spoke.

I gotta say, the discord and community is excellent. They do well to suppress unwanted situations, and promote positivity basically every day. The community is overall very welcoming to all sorts of people, and all you need to do is come join the discord to hang out with some of the comedic + loving weirdos in there! In terms of role-play, it may not be for everyone but it is certainly very interesting. The community usually has something going on during peak hours, be it funny shenanigans or a fruitful event within the walls of the Silver State. I highly recommend reading the link before coming to Haelun’or, since of course High Elves are very wary around different races. However, it doesn’t mean we don’t have different races frolicking around in peace with us! Haelun’or is a crazy interesting place to be in with all sorts of role-play opportunities, so please come join us! [ Uppori Visaj wants all sorts of races to volunteer in the tavern, tips are yours to keep, pm Fruu_ne?#2935 ]

Uppori Visaj’s eyes glazed over the slanderous missive, her emerald orbs sharpened their gaze as she placed the paper on the table. “These sorts of affairs should remain private, instead of spreading fear and havoc throughout the blessed Silver State. I do believe the Okarir’tir and Okarir’tayna are quite... Interesting in nature, however they are good ‘thill. I doubt they would attempt to go against the Sohaer, since I have watched them grow for years.” She shook her head, a furrowed brow in the direction of the ‘thill who were reading the missive, a short sigh following after. “If I am wrong, I will still defend that this should have been privately addressed. Please submit a letter with your concerns, without disrupting the peace.”

Feng Guihua fondly remembers punching an imperial guard to death, while fleeing with a group of Hou-Zi. “Why must the Hou be torn in half, Guihua not understand...” She shook her head, sitting alone with her allies.

House Number: 26 Your Name: Uppori Visaj Do you live alone? No. Names of Additional Occupants (if applicable) + Your Relationship with the Occupants (if applicable, e.g. spouse, children, sibling): Estelle Visaj - The adopted child of Uppori Visaj, adopted at around a decade old. She frequently leaves the home to visit other nations, therefore may not be seen often in the Silver State. However, she is still a wonderful and well mannered child Extanaveh Visaj - Recently returned to the state, however is Uppori Visaj’s brother. Has had a long time being away from the Silver State, traveling just as much as the other household members. Currently uses Nimue’s old room as the house is cramped. Nimue Zestari - A friend that aided me with a long travel to the Silver State, avoiding the dangerous roads and swimming across the ocean. She went through one re-education class, and often traveled to sell merchant goods such as liquor.

Uppori Visaj stared at the missive idly, a soft smile on her face. “Hopefully I will see more Uradirs around, with time of course.”

Uppori Haviryn would be taking a sip out of her morning tea, before unraveling some old notes and reading them over. She practically spit out her tea after reading hidden letters sent between her haelun and maln, as if she had seen a ghost. “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...” She mumbled to herself, while hidden away in her abode and stifling her tears.

[!] A rugged book lay still, covered in a veil of dust, the leather’s poor quality had deteriorated even more over the centuries. From the slightly moist cover of the book to a nearby wall, a spider had skillfully woven a bridging silver web. The book contained a tale no one would have expected, written in neat handwriting, and authored by the unknown branch of the Visaj Family. “To my maln and haelun, Ada Visaj and Eledar Visaj, you who are touched by silver nobility, second generation Visaj. My brother and sister lived on to carry the Visaj name, while I hid with cowardice as the eldest, afraid of my eventual fate via the absolute primogeniture. I am Visaj by blood, but you, maln, you choked me with expectations no Mali’thill could bear. Taking the tomes that you two left behind, I, Unaveck Visaj, took the name of Haviryn. Call it surrender, for conceding my Visaj name I did. Your search parties came close, but never close enough. There were days I considered returning- the news of Ada’s ruin and later death. Guilt took me like the plague. Had I been the cause of her death? I am certain you care to believe so, maln. In the wake of my mourning, this journal was produced, my submission and clarifaction for the lost branch of the Visaj tree, for my days are counted. I thought I would never again feel obligated to do anything for my kin, but look at me now. I married a Kuranu, she claims to be of noble heritage as well, I know you would be proud, after all, maln. I once had sleek long hair and a lean face, though now when returning to Haelun’or, I donned a quaint beard and larger frame. Short hair, glasses to fit and cover most of my appearance. Local dyes coming from other corners of the realm did the trick; I succeeded in completely hiding my true identity. I would often stay home and allow my wife to do the daily chores. Together at home with me was my youngest child Uppori Haviryn, whom I taught and forced to study. We were a large family, but the others; Iltani Haviryn, Pupoyu Haviryn, and Extanaveh Haviryn roamed freely, contributing in their own way, making up for their old maln’s mistake. They knew nothing of the Visaj family, not more than what they had read about Damasus Visaj growing up. Kuranu often argued with me, for I seldom wished to leave the sanctuary of our house. The neighbors grew justified concerned over my health and mind, and my children distant. A tribunal was called, to which my children abandoned all hope, the only person left at my side was my oldest son, Extanaveh. So I did what I knew best, and ran once more. I left all, my wife and children, hope. Out there, I heard nothing of my family. Cold, on a bed of spruce needles, I realized I would not watch my children sprout their own oem’ii ‘thill. By cursed chance, for I immediately knew what it would mean, I saw my little Uppori traveling on the dangerous roads. Arriving to a small busy hamlet, I watched her. Inside me grew the hunger to return, to see my children and mayilu. I traveled back to Haelun’or, a skillful disguise, wig and new wear, ensuring my anonymity. Life had continued in the State after I left. There was a certain bitterness which gnawed on my mind, spirit and body. My love grew older, though she seemed as happy as if nothing had happened, with the younger daughters at her side. I was relieved to see them, Iltani had clearly taken a liking for literature, while little Pupoyu seemed more interested in.. sweets and biscuits, but they were happy and lively. I gathered myself, and against all advise my inner voice had given me, I approached my wife. A relief it was as she embraced me, but no smiles or laughs were exchanged, for they were both well-aware of reality; I could not stay for long. Over tea, she offered me stories of my children and the Silver State. While the latter did not mean much to me anymore, I was pleased to hear that my children had lived fruitful lives. My final message to my family before I really disappear for good: I hope that if you find this journal, you welcome my children back into your bloodline. They are of blessed Eledar blood, pure Visajs as few others. Their maln failed them, and treated them wrongly. My son being nowhere in sight, presumed dead, as all of my daughters pursuing their own lives either away from the city or traveling all over the world. With hope that my wife and children all live, I request that they are to be accepted back into the Visaj Family. I may live to be seen as an ‘ata, or a fool for disappearing and abandoning my destiny. However, please do not bestow the same fate to my children, as they all contributed to the state and remained as ‘thill, as I had hoped. For now, I will leave this journal behind. I do not know what the world may have in store for me, but I’m certain it will not be a happy ending. The least I can do, is completely destroy the Haviryn name, and reveal the truth behind the hidden branch of the Visaj Family. I’m sorry, maln, for disappearing when you needed me most. Van’ayla. Sincerely, Unaveck Visaj, former Patriarch of the Haviryns, first born son of Ada and Eledar Visaj.” [!] The journal stopped shortly, as abruptly as it began, the pages stained with oil and tears. Perhaps the tears of an old man, or maybe even the tears of someone else. The damp leather journal lay still, for all to read, a history once missing was now complete.

Uppori Haviryn smiles at the missive, quite enthused that the Sillumir made it out of a tough battle. “Perhaps they would like some wine and refreshments, for their safe return home. Hopefully I will join them in the next fight, for our lands.” She nodded slowly, walking into the tavern to create her well known stew. A lone wood elf stared at the document, making sure to memorize each detail in it. “A story, that must be remembered. Let us plan our retaliation, dear sister.” She ran off into the woods after speaking with her sibling, another hunt was about to begin.

Uppori Haviryn glanced at the missive, her face was quite enthusiastic. “Ah, how lovely. It would be wonderful to purchase some of these bottles, I must save up my minas...” She nods slowly, placing the missive next to a small savings box that she had in her home.

Uppori Haviryn sighed at the ruckus, sipping her tea idly. “This entire conversation is lackluster. We have barely gotten through one fight, and we should be glad that there is a sliver of peace until the next one. After all, a single battle will not determine the outcome of war.” Placed her teacup onto the table, brushing her hair to the side. “To allow pride and a single victory control your thoughts, is to succumb to a probable defeat. As much as I enjoy celebrating victory, please do not grow arrogant honorable ‘thill and all the kind people who support us. For our foes are equally intimidating, worthy of offensive respect in the battle field.” She shook her head slowly.

[!] A missive would drop from a flock of doves, the paper thin parchments floated safely onto the ground, for all Mali’thill to see. Karin’ayla lliran, I hope you have all been well. However, I’m sure the war effort is draining on the lives of the ‘thill. I have been traveling quite a lot, and the world is greater than I could have dreamed of. However, yet again I am met with impurity and hostility in the world, as the war between the rebel human nations and Renatus, come closer to our home. On my journey, I watched the elegant Sillumiran travel to Krugmar, on silver white horseback, proud and strong. I almost cried watching the group travel to Krugmar, for I missed home dearly. I attempted to not be swayed, as I continued my journey towards the Queens Isles in hopes of gathering herbal ingredients that I had not gotten before. I left Queens Isles after meeting some odd civilizations, whom I did not wish to associate with at all, making my leave hastily to rid myself of them. The world seemed atrocious, the world was constantly fighting, as I witnessed the Reivers and Empire commit various skirmishes constantly. Absolutely dreadful, watching people drop like flies on both sides, without an inkling of respect for one another as they ripped each other apart. Then in a moment of truth, I see the great Sillumir march into battle on their equine mounts, charging into battle as the cry for the cavalry. Finally, I had an epiphany of the truth of what must be done. I packed up my bags, leaving the strange lands unwelcome to ‘aheral, heading back home to the Silver State. As I traveled back to the Silver State, as the trip was painfully long that lasted for more than a year, I witnessed the second war of Arcas. I watched our lliran, the Silver State’s excellent Sillumir, rally unlike anything I have ever seen. Many mali’aheral were clad in silver armor, something that I was astonished by. The Renatians and their allies, versus the rebel Humans and their allies. The forts abandoned, their city being plagued by the impure, as I watched from a distance hoping my lliran escape safely. The city of Helena burned to ash and yet a few Valah stragglers were able to make it out of the fight. It appears that Renatus prevailed against the attackers, a rather large boost to our morale. The aggressors were nowhere to be seen, and I feared the worse for my Silver State allies as I could not find them after the fight. After seeing the outcome of this war, I think it’s clear that I must return to the state. I hope the Sillumir, and our people are okay. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. Sincerely, Uppori Haviryn