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AN IN-DEPTH LOOK INTO HYSPIA On the 14th day of Maria’s Peace of 103 D.R. Infanta In-fan-ta A daughter of the second-in-line to the Hyspian throne. Infante In-fan-te A son of the second-in-line to the Hyspian throne. What Are They? The Infanta, or Infante, is a special role within Hyspian society that exists within a gray area. Considered that of lesser royalty, they can only be born from the second-in-line to the Hyspian throne, and only if the second-in-line did not marry out. Should these ambiguous conditions be met, an Infanta or Infante is born. Stylized with the honorific of ‘Your Highness’, they are considered to be above the noble-born Lord and Lady but below that of the royal-born Prince and Princess. Their role in Hyspia is to provide for the crown and citizenry, and should the worst happen to the main-line, to take on the role of Princes and Princesses and to go on to lead Hyspia. An interesting fact: The first of their title and name to be known in history, is that of twins born to the Prince Arman of Hyspia and his consort, the Princess Harmen. Born in the year 1959 was His Highness, Infante Rafael Arsenico and born shortly after him was Her Highness, Infanta Renata Alba, as evidenced in this missive, ‘The Break of Daylight | The Birth of Twin Foals’. They would go on to set the precedent of what an Infanta and Infante may do and become. What Can They Do? While the lesser royals have fewer perks than their higher-ranked cousins, they still have quite a few advantages that differentiate them from those noble-born. Much like their cousins, upon their fifteenth, they are granted a titular title to hold for their station that will go back to the crown upon death. This, more often than not, shall be a Barony. They are not granted a royal guard, and nor may they wear a tiara or crown - this honor reserved for their royal-born cousins. Instead, they may wear circlets or diadems. In case of debuts into society, or Hyspia’s El Puente, they may wear the heirlooms of their ancestors - a time in life which they may don the tiaras or crowns withheld otherwise when they debut alongside their royal-born cousins. Upon marriage, an Infanta or Infanta cannot make more of the title, but instead go on to make Lords and Ladies under their name - much like their royal-born cousins. An interesting fact: Should the work be put in by the Infanta or Infante, they can be promoted to that of a Prince or Princess, just the same as they may be demoted from their roles for a lack of work. This was showcased in the promotion of Her Highness, Infanta Renata Alba to Her Royal Highness, Princess-Royal Renata Alba circa 103 D.R, as evidenced in this missive, ‘An Amendment to Titles’. Promotion does not change their position in succession, but it does allow for the other benefits their royal-born cousins are granted, such as a royal guard and the honor of wearing tiaras and crowns. Signed, Her Royal Highness, Renata Alba, Princess-Royal of Hyspia, Duchess of La Dorada, Baroness of Clemente

I am looking for someone to play a dark elf mixed wood elf boy. He’ll be the son of Karuna Amal (Wood Elf) and Narithen Uialben (Dark Elf). The Child The child in question is named Benedict Amal Uialben, and is one years of age . he has a designed skin, an older brother, an older sister half-sibling, and various relatives amongst the Lurinite Uialbens and clan Amal. It will be completely up to you on how you wish to play him, we simply ask that you let us know beforehand on the direction you wish to take him in if you are planning to play them. We would prefer if the child is played by someone active and often around, but this is not a priority. The Parents of the child The mother is known as Karuna Amal and is engaged to Narithen Uialben. She is an architect working off of her own schedule and resources. When not dabbling with blueprints for builds or building the plan itself she is usually found dabbling with her herbs and alchemy. Being a skilled apothecary she often uses this skill set to give aid to those that may need it, endeavouring to increase her capability. She is also a recruit within Lurin and a tavern worker, having lots to do and honing her skills but becoming master of none. She is devoted to upholding justice and helping all. The Father is known as Narithen Uialben, betrothed of Karuna Amal is an excellent fighter being one of the centurions of Lurin, son of the Golden Lubba and Lubba Consort, Narithen is known to hunt having hunted amongs the undergrounds of the moonlit city whilst is was still standing, and is now pursuing his path to druidsm. What were looking for from you Looking for a roleplayer who is often active and has a love for family roleplay, if you are interested in playing this character please contact me on Discord (lav3nder_valleyy) or Dizzy (thegreenergrey)

A BATTLE ON THE SANDS OF HYSPIA On the 12th day of Owyn’s Wake of 103 D.R. It was upon this day that Dastardly Darkspawn rode into and rudely interrupted Hyspias festivities. They demanded for everyone to get on the ground, and the Hyspians would not have it, their beach party having been interrupted and grilled corn burnt. Three brave Hyspians stepped forth, allowing others the chance to escape and gather help. Señor Alejandro Flores. Señor Carlos Salazar. Señor Nicolas Murietta. Bravely they stood, without armor nor proper weapon, to fend off the encroaching Darkspawn. In turn, while their fight took place, an escape took place as well. Two Hyspians and a visiting Haenseti, escaping within the clear blue waters of Hyspia and riding out to gather aid. Princess-Royal Renata. Infante Rafael. Lady Esfir Amador. And aid they did find! Coming across the Holy Order of St. Jude, their men rode back with the trio to assist in the ongoing fight. Holy Ser Macskaul. Holy Ser Barend. Holy Ser Lucien. Arriving armored and with weapons, the fight truly began - the Holy men riding in upon horseback and the Infante Rafael striding in, with his shouted claims of them messing with the wrong ‘Fish of Hyspia’. Darkspawn were stricken down, and those injured on the Hyspians side were carried over by the Lady Esfir to the Princess Renata, tending to dire injuries. The Hyspian people and the Holy Order of St. Jude worked together today in tandem, killing the Darkspawn in the name of DIOS. Injuries may have been had, but none were lost upon this day. Viva Hyspia! DIOS prevails above all! Signed, Her Royal Highness, Renata Alba, Princess-Royal of Hyspia, Duchess of La Dorada, Baroness of Clemente His Highness, Rafael Arsenico, Infante of Hyspia, Baron of Evaristus Her Ladyship, Esfir Artemesia Amador, 12th Baroness of Mondstadt, Heiress to the Viscounty of Zveslund SEÑOR, Alejandro Flores SEÑOR, Carlos Salazar SEÑOR, Nicolas Murietta

Celia'norian Cider and Brews Malin’s Welcome, 179 of the Second Age “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” ✵ TIME TABLE OF THE FESTIVAL (Saturday May 4th, 3:00 pm EST) I. OPENING CEREMONY II. INTRODUCTION OF THE FESTIVAL III. IVARIELLE’S DRINKING COMPETITION IV. PLETHORA OF STALLS The tradition of brewery making in celia’nor has long been hailed as a cherished craft of celian kind, honed by generations of celian’orians, indulged by many near and far. In both celebration, and recognition of Celia’nors local cidars and brews, the royarch has deemed it fit to host a festival in honor of the hardworking craftsmanship of those in such industry of celianor, inviting allies alike to join the land of stars in the revelry of their local agricultural craftwork! ✵ OPENING CEREMONY The festival will commence with a brief speech recanted by the royarch, recognizing the uprising popularity of local distilleries amonst celian alike, alongside the covering of local stalls, offering sips to commence such festival. The Revelries of the Cider and Brews festival finally commence, the festival grounds lined with opened stalls riddled with exciting wares, baubles, and games for festival goers to enjoy and try their luck in. ✵ IVARIELLE’S DRINKING COMPETITION As the festival comes to a close, the drinking competition commences. The winner who is able to withstand consuming copious amounts of locally sourced alcohol reigns champion! Along with the title and ego of to boast, they will also receive one of Ivarielle's specialty cider that has been preserved for such a glorious moment! ✵ PLETHORA OF STALLS Dragon's Den Brewery Prepare your taste buds for an extraordinary experience at the Celia'norian Cider and Brews Festival with the grand Dragon's Den Brewery stall! Immerse yourself in a world of unparalleled flavor as we present our handcrafted brews, each crafted with meticulous care and passion. From the bold depths of our ales to the refreshing crispness of our lagers, every sip tells a tale of craftsmanship and dedication. Join us in raising a toast to the spirit of Celia'nor, where camaraderie and celebration intertwine with the finest brews in the realm. Visit the Dragon's Den Brewery stall and let the festivities flow! Py’lrie Distillary Known for elegance and grace, the Py’lrie have dabbled within the brewery industry in previous times. Now they invite all to prepare and enlighten their taste buds at the Celia'norian Cider and Brews Festival! Each brew is elegantly crafted, immersing the taster into a realm of flavors that pack a punch! From the zesty and refreshing, citrus-based cocktails, to more traditional wines, each sip has its own tale! Additionally to having citrus-based cocktails, and wines, the Py’lrie Distillary has sips for everyone of all kinds, including hand-crafted teas and zesty lemonades! [Located right below Midlands2 warp] As we send Invitations towards the following as we humbly wish for their arrival: The People of the Principality of Celia’nor Foreign Guest/Dignitaries: Sohaer Ashwyn Sythaerin and the people of the Silver State of Healun'or Golden Lubba, Lumia Anarion of Lurin and the people of Lurin The Princes of Reinmar and their High Chief of the Reinmaren the Reinmaren people His Serene Highness, Ivan Aleksandr, Grand Prince of Kusoraev SOVRÈN MAJESTÉ, Reine Medea Amaranta Viola De Astrea, the Queen of Vikela, La Violetta Shugo of Koyo-Kuni, Legendary Sanbushi, Governor of Sakuragakure and Protector of the Farfolk and Descendants of Ai-Zho Yera Overlord of Kaethul, Okarir'san of Haelun'or Celia’norian Peerages/Nobilities: Húrin Ibarellan, the High Prince of Malinor, the Sword of Ivarielle Evarir Irelia Py’lrie and the Py’lrie Talonnii Evarir Thalon Nullivari and the Nullivari Talonnii Evarir Sylvir Cerusil and the Cerusil Talonnii Virar Amisra Akaln’riv and the Akaln’riv Talonnii Virar Thalien Wynasul and the Wynasul Talonnii Laurir Freya Anarion-Athri’onn and the Athri’onn Talonnii Laurir Ronan Acaln’sae and the Acaln’sae Talonnii Lauririi Raziel Amethil and the Amethil Talonnii ✵ AY’PUERAN; His Royal Majesty, The Prince of Fi'andria, Evarir of the North, Descendant of The Silver Phoenix, Enforcer of the Star’s Will, Prince of Celia'nor, Illthrak Ibarellan of the Principality of Celia’nor HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS Illarion Ibarellan, former Chancelor and Prince of Celia'nor Her Ladyship, Irelia Py’lrie, Laurir Kaliri of the Esteemed Royal Council; Circle of Stars; Lady of Festivities, Matriarch of the prestigious Evarir Talonnii, The Py’lrie of the Principality of Celia’nor Her Grace and Ladyship, Yeona Py’lrie, member of the prestigious Evarir Talonnii, The Py’lrie; member of Celia’norian Event Committee

Rise kin of Urguan! [!] the missive would be hung across the city of Urguan, for citizens as travellers to read. -= ⚙ =- The departure of our former King Grelu weighs heavy on our hearts, but we cannot afford to dwell in sorrow. In times of crisis, a Grand Kingdom requires a leader, a beacon of hope to guide us through the darkness. I, Thumbrindal Grandaxe of the Blackaxe lineage, humbly step forward as a candidate to continue the noble work of our predecessors. I carry not only their dreams but also the aspirations of our kin, striving to turn them into reality. Born amidst the strife of Axios and witness to the fall of our Great nation during the War of The Beards, I emerged as a war orphan, alongside many dispossessed beardlings, into the newly formed Kaz’Ulrah. Through sacrifice and a burning desire to reform our Grand Kingdom, I with my brothers and sisters of the Steelheart Culture rebelled against the kinslayer Kingdom. We carved out the foundations of Agnarum from Azgaryum’s depths. As king Fimlin’s High Prospector, I ensured our coffers overflowed with ores and gems, providing luxury for our kin. I oversaw Thumrilgrad with my beloved brother Gimgrimmor, sheltering the Kirkja Dverga when no other refuge was found. I grew up beside my friend Bjor ‘Sugartits’ Cottonwood, I stood beside him in his noble sacrifice against the Alar threat that almost wiped Heffrum into extinction. To this day, I bear the scars of that day as a testament to our shared struggles. My vision for Urguan is one of unity and inclusivity, where kin can thrive together, united against the true enemy that threatens Aevos. -= Unity =- Aevos, the continent we made our home, faces an imminent threat. Yet, instead of uniting, we find ourselves mired in internal discord. Meanwhile, our true enemy grows stronger with each passing day. Our nation’s strength lies not in division, but in unity forged through duty, tradition, and the honoring of our ancestors. The Grand Kingdom of Urguan has stood the test of time, a testament to our resilience and pride. It is within my focus as a potential King to address our internal conflicts through dialogue, compromise, and reconciliation. Let us set aside our differences, bury the hatchet between clans, kin, and residents of Urguan, and forge ahead together towards a brighter future. Yet, let us not forget that our realm exists within a larger tapestry, where alliances and treaties extend beyond the confines of our borders. It is my solemn duty as your king to honor the commitments made by our predecessors, preserving the sacred pacts that have safeguarded our realm for generations. Furthermore, I pledge to forge new alliances to safeguard our realm from threats beyond our borders. Together, united, we shall stand strong against any who would dare challenge our sovereignty. Let us march forward, resolute in our unity and unwavering in our defense of our homeland! -= Our Might =- The War against Veletz showed our prowess and might but left us depleted. It showed its cracks when our beloved former King Grelu suffered setbacks at enemy hands, the Azdrazi. Now, Aevos faces threats from the dark forces of Khorvad. We must strengthen ourselves or risk defeat. If chosen as your king, my first decree will be to reinstate mandatory military service, that being organizing training every stone month, where everyone is to be expected to attend, this will prepare us for when our nation is actually under threat and ready to send our foes to an early grave! Active legionnaires attending training will receive tax exemptions for their homes, among other benefits for the defenders of our nation. Those who fight during active conflicts will be compensated with minas and allowed to keep enemy spoils. Let us show that the Descendants of Urguan stand firm against adversity! -= The Moot =- Our Moot, though cherished, has become chaotic, stalling important matters and leaving them forgotten. I propose organizing it better: addressing topics in advance, giving time for preparation, and establishing a queue during the Moot for orderly discussion. Furthermore, I pledge to prioritize the wisdom of the kin of Urguan, recognizing that while a king’s council may lighten the load, it is the voices of the people that truly illuminate the path forward. After all, who better understands the heartbeat of our city than those who call it home? -= Religion =- Throughout our history, our faith has faced formidable trials, challenges that shook the very foundations of our existence. Yet, through the guidance of our esteemed High Prophets and their devoted Priests; we have found clarity and direction in the darkest of times. However, it grieves me to witness their diminished role, resulting in their unjust removal from their respective seat. It is time to rectify this grave error. My aim is to restore the rightful position of the High Prophet, granting them a seat beside the others that sit beside the Throne. They must have a voice where they can directly address their concerns to the throne and the people. I am committed not only to bridging the divide between State and Faith but also to reintroducing the rich tapestry of dwarven culture into our daily lives, Through the establishment of holidays, celebrations, and feasts dedicated to our Gods, ancestors, and community, we will rekindle the bonds that have grown distant over time. Together, let us revive our heritage and strengthen the unity that defines us as a proud dwarven nation. -= Respect =- In the heart of every true dwarf lies a deep respect for our elders, ancestors, and state officials. Yet, I’ve noticed this reverence waning. Let us NOT forget that their sacrifices built our Great Nation. They defended us against enemies, creating the foundation for our dwarven cities, clans, and culture. I vow to restore the honor due to clan leaders, elders, and officials. To Mountain dwarves, cave dwarves and forest dwarves alike. Together, let us ensure their efforts are respected and appreciated, securing a prosperous future for all dwarves. The fate of our great nation lies within your hands, kin of Urguan! Choose me as your King, and together, we shall honor the legacy of our ancestors by standing strong against adversity, united in our resolve to conquer every challenge that dares to confront us! “BIG BEARDS UNITE!” “NARVOK OZ URGUAN!” RISE KIN OF URGUAN! Signed Thumbrindal Grandaxe, Clan Elder of the Grandaxes, Captain of the Aelsling, Thane-I Meatfists, Priest of Dungrim Gimgrimmor Metalfist, Kazamar’ka’az-I Ithorrym, Lord Thane of Whatever de ****, Master Smith and Forge Father of Drogan’Var, Lord Thane of Thumrilgrad, Thumbrindals older brother and campaign manager

The Concord Of Azure & Scale -Aluria and Lurin- Agreed on the 14th of The Grand Harvest 178 of the Second Age - The Most Serene State Of Lurin and Principality of Aluria This document refers to The Principality of Aluria, and The Most Serene State of Lurin: ARTICLE I: SOVEREIGNTY I. The Most Serene State of Lurin and the Principality of Aluria hereby recognize each other's sovereignty/governance and the rights to their held lands. ARTICLE II: TRADE I. The Most Serene State of Lurin agrees to provide a location within its walls for the Principality of Aluria to sell its goods. II. The Principality of Aluria agrees to provide a location within its walls for The Most Serene State of Lurin to sell their goods when the time comes and should the treaty still be in effect. III. Disagreements regarding the goods sold can be cleared up amongst the signatories. ARTICLE III: NON-AGGRESSION I. Both the Serene State of Lurin and the Principality of Aluria agree to the clauses of non-aggression and agree to allow safe passage/travel for citizens from either of the respective settlements who are attempting to visit an allied land. If an individual from either of the respective settlements violates this article, then an emergency meeting between the two groups shall be held. ARTICLE IV: FRIENDSHIP & COOPERATION I. It’s the Serene State of Lurin and the Principality of Aluria’s desire to steadily form a friendly relationship with each other’s communities. Furthermore, it has been agreed upon that should either of the two signatories require assistance then they are to help each other. However, this agreement of assistance does not cover combat or warfare with other descendants and their domains. ARTICLE V: DURATION I. This pact lasts 12 years, till the end of the 190 year of the Second Age. The pact may be declared null and void if either signatory violates any of the articles and if the matter cannot be resolved between the two groups. Signed, His Royal Highness, High Prince of Aluria, Talonnii Head Of The Calavénon, Jakob Calavénon The Silver Lubba of the Most Serene State, Matron of House Uialben, Heiress of House Anarion, Protector of the Whispering Isles, Lumia Uialben Baron of Aevum and Minister of Exterior, Edvard Kervallen

Once more did missive and letters would reach the entrances of many human, elven, dwarven and orc lands. The same golden anorum pinned missive was there on display, yet one can notice it was not just their, but from their guard houses or palace equivilent. A singular fine parchment of paper which adored golden ink in writing. Stating the following in each of their unique script that fit the race's cultures. To the lands of Aevos, I have done what many could not. The one who terrorized, the true evil that had given Devils a bad name.The one who started this whole fiasco. The one who dared to speak her honeyed words and forcefully converted those of Aevos into other Devils. To the people of Aevos; I tell you this. The one named Sermi, The Pitiful servant of the Inferi, has fallen to my blade. She had dared to enter my territory, under the identity of another. She was apprehended, with information provided by one of her victims, Leoni Chevalier had sealed her fate. Sermi had no regret for her actions. Her intent was to sow chaos within the world. Yet she had no time to beg to her greater inferi for saving, and the depths of the Moz shall be her home. The items on her person have been reduced to dust that was scattered by the wind. Her head had been severed and her corpse was burned under the moonlit sky to be scattered within the sea. To the humans: The one who took your people just to curse them has fallen, but no doubt those that still serve the inferi will attempt to sow chaos in her stead. I say that they are next if any are caught within my sights. As they always had been. I ask the people of Aevos not to Judge Devil-kind just by their looks. I ask that you instead judge by actions. As many of you are taught to do with your own kind. Remain vigilant or dark times will always come looming in corners. Allow ones willing to do their best to keep the people safe. Signed, The Infernal Slayer, The Redeemed of Arcas

A Py’lrie’s Coming of Age “The vast skies above are a never ending stellar cacophony that remain blissful to one’s mind and soul” Published: 10th of the First Seed, 177 SA ✵ The Py’lrie lineage is filled with much joy to announce the commencement of a coming of age ceremony, held in honor of the astutely bright Yeona Py’lrie, celebrating her fifteenth birthday. All Celian Denizens, and personal friends of the Talonnii alike, are invited to partake in the auspicious relveries that will take hold in the once Oem’iis departure from the innocence of childhood It is through these activities, and tradition alike, that the Talonnii look upon the stars and ancestors to guide the youthful woman onto a path blessed with knowledge, good health, and joy alike. “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” “May the wind under your wings bear where the sun sails and the moon walks” 𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒚'𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕 Lady Irelia Pyl’rie addresses the attendees of the festival, alongside a description of the young Pyl’ries virtues, and the bright future that lies ahead of the now elfess. 𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 The Py’lrie commence a dance, celebrating the fleeting moments of Yeona’s Childhood. A bitter sweet symphony of both joy, and departure alike. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒚 Lady Irelia Commences the coming of age ceremony for Yeona. Endowing the former oem’ii with a circlet of her own, encrusted with the noble Talonnii’s gemstones followed by a short procession of a ritual held for the stars. In hopes of blessing the Py’lrie new life ahead! Invitations: The Nullivari Talonnii The Cerusil Talonnii The Akaln'riv Talonnii The Athri'onn Talonnii And last, but not least, the Acaln'sae Talonnii And of course, all the citizens of Celia’nor! ✵ [[OOC: Sunday, 21, @ 3:00 pm EST at Py'lrie Estate outside the winery and road!]] AY’PUERAN; Her Ladydship, Irelia Py’lrie, Laurir Kaliri of the Esteemed Royal Council;Matriarch of the prestigious Evarir Talonnii, The Py’lrie, of the Principality of Celia’nor Her Grace and Ladyship, Yeona Py’lrie, member of the prestigious Evarir Talonnii, The Py’lrie

𝕿he First Teluan’s Brewery, The Dragon's Den The ember of warmth, far from home. The Dragon’s Den “Leave your war at the door!” Enjoy the comfort and warmth of The Dragon’s Den Brewery. From both interior and liqueurs forged in flame. One can warm it’s soul within our retreat! Preamble For generations, the First Teluan of Celia’diraar has safeguarded the sanctity of its members' haven, a refuge where camaraderie is forged and cherished. This esteemed establishment serves as a second abode for diligent individuals toiling tirelessly away from their kin, as well as a sanctuary for those who valiantly defend our realm afar. Originally conceived as a modest sanctuary for weary souls like Diraar and Parir, fatigued from their dutiful patrols spanning the expanse between Celian hamlets and the illustrious Capital of Leyu’sil, The Draga’ar’s residence now extends its hospitality to all, from local denizens to weary travelers seeking solace. Our establishment stands as an opulent estate, where libations are crafted with meticulous attention to both ingredients and concepts. We extend a cordial invitation to all to immerse themselves in the tranquility of The Dragon's Den Brewery, where comfort and conviviality converge in an ambiance of refined sophistication! Quality Produce We pride ourselves on using fresh, locally sourced produce. From crisp vegetables to succulent meats, every ingredient is carefully chosen for its quality and flavor. Taste the difference that fresh ingredients make in every dish at the Dragon's Den. Quality Drinks From robust ales to exquisite wines, each sip is crafted for taste and indulgence. Join us and raise your glass to good company and great drinks. Quality Food At the Dragon's Den, we serve only the finest quality food, crafted with care and passion. From hearty stews to succulent roasted meats, our dishes are made with fresh, locally sourced ingredients to ensure flavor and satisfaction in every bite. _______ AY’PUERAN; The Honorable Mordu’lar, Sylvir Cerusil, Evarir of the Cerusil Talonnii, Councilor in the Principality of Celia’nor The Honorable Fiyem, Donnie la Croix, Member of the Celia’diraar and the Draga’ar, Owner of The Dragon’s Den The Honorable Parir, Celius Cerusil, Member of the Cerusil Talonnii, Councilor of the Cerusil, Parir of the Teluan Draga’ar The Honorable Fiyem Eir Maor, fiyem and member of the Draga’ar Teluin of the Celia’diaar The Honorable Fiyem Ciradyl Akaln’riv Fiyem and member of the Draga’ar Teluin of the Celia’diraar The Honorable Fiyem Galahad Nullivari, Member of the Nullivari Talonii, Member of the Draga’ar of the Celiadiraar

Treaty Of The Azure Sea -Aluria and Vortice- Agreed on the 12th of Sun’s Smile Year 175 of the Second Age - The Unified Domain of Vortice and Principality of Aluria This document refers to The Principality of Aluria, and The Unified Domain of Vortice; hereafter referred to as ‘signatories’: ARTICLE I: SOVEREIGNTY The signatories, do pledge mutual recognition of sovereignty and agree: I. THAT the power of the rule of each signatory in their respective territories shall be fully respected by the other; II. THAT the signatories accept the other's authority as the representatives of the will of their peoples and thus shall recognize no other position claiming such. ARTICLE II: NON-AGGRESSION I. The Signatories formally enter a pact of non-aggression. II. The Signatories refrain from participating in any conflicts that put them at odds with one another. III. Residents of the Signatories are protected while in the Respective territories so long as they act within the laws of the respective realms. IV. Attacks from third parties residing in the territories of The Signatories will not be considered acts of aggression. Still, they must be dealt with by the government of the offending party's residence. V. Guilds or mercenary contracts stationed within the territories of The Signatories will be subject to legal prosecution if offending the pact in city limits or on citizens of either city. VI. The signatories enumerated do mutually agree that any forces affiliated with their banner, nation, reigning bloodline, etc., shall not engage in military action against the other signatory. If such were to occur, the signatories shall endeavour to resolve the issue diplomatically. ARTICLE III: Cooperation I. Citizens of any standing of The Signatories can, if they are found in committence of a crime in the territory of the other, be sent back to the other, for punishment. ARTICLE V: Friendship I. The Signatories shall exchange cultural events, and knowledge of their peoples history, and traditions. Through these events, in the hopes, they may foster an inner understanding of each other's lands. Thus also connecting their people through friendships. ARTICLE V: DURATION I. The Signatories agree to enter into a pact of the aforementioned clauses, for the duration of 12 years and after such treaty ends, renew at a meeting appointed by either side. Signed, His Royal Highness, Jakob Calavénon High Prince of Aluria, Talonnii Head Of The Calavénon Her Highness, Lenora Jusmia, The 10th Sovereign of the Depths, Monarch of the Unified Domain of Vortice. His Highness, Gusiam Jusmia, Monarch Consort of the Depth, Department Head of Foreign Affairs to the Unified Domain of Vortice.

Sermi’s Execution I had already lost so much by that day. My closest companion, Juniper, left me in the middle of Lurin after I made it clear that I couldn’t separate myself from my mother. I couldn’t hold her accountable for her deeds. Naya had left me after I repeatedly returned to Sermi in a hopeless attempt to save her soul. My actions achieved the opposite of what I wanted; they pushed her further down the path of darkness. The people of Kaethul didn’t trust me- they knew I walked in the shadow the cursed child left behind. I couldn’t exactly blame them for it either, seeing what she had done. I had hurt so many people in the foolish attempt to preserve my relationship with my mother. I always blamed the others for her actions, and lashed out at those who tried to tell me I was wrong. I had been burned, mauled, maimed and manipulated by the Infernal Court of my mother, yet I was unable to tear myself away from her. I still saw the caring, loving woman of years gone by that would have done anything to look after me. . .to keep me safe. Sermi requested a meeting with Atsuko - my Sensei and guardian. A brilliant yet troubled Oyashi-woman who tasked herself with guiding me to become a better version of myself, to follow the warrior’s path. I facilitated such a meeting, the three of us below our fortress home in Sakuragakure. I did not realize that this was planned to be my final trial. The proposed final step in becoming a Samurai. As Sermi and Atsuko spoke, The Yasu-Tori, Danzen entered behind and prevented her from leaving. It was made clear that I would have to make a final choice. Either I could kill Sermi and prove that I was on the path of light, or fail the samurai trials and ultimately fail my Sensei, Atsuko. My mother didn’t argue, dropping to her knees and lowering her head. I found tears forming in my eyes, even though I knew it was always going to end this way. I had hoped it would take centuries. . . or at least years, until I was in this position. But fate had decided enough was enough. The rasp of my sheath cut through the air as my sabres were drawn. . .and slowly I advanced upon my mother. The blades felt heavier with every step, with walking becoming harder by the second - as if I were wading through tar. I soon found myself standing before the devil; my eyes met hers. She knew what had to be done, and gave me her final words. Sermi understood why I was doing what I was doing - appearing content that at the very least she could hurt me no longer. My blades crossed before her neck, with every fiber of my being begging for this to be a simple test of some kind. Of there being an escape. Atsuko and Danzen awaited my actions from the corner, a soft re-assurance being provided. I apologized to my savior for what I was about to do. Even after everything she had done, I could only see my beautiful, kind and loving mother - not the monster within her skin. In less than a second, the nightmare was over. The blades drew together sharply, taking my guardian’s head to finally absolve my sins. Her lifeless body dropped to the ground with a soft thud and just like that - the devil was no more. The Queen of Haense was avenged, the Samurai trials were completed, and the Inferi finally being pushed back, if only an inch. A wave of emotion raged within me as the weight of my actions sat heavily on my heart. I gazed down upon her body as the others looked on, tears streaming down my face. The curious yet fearful Fox Kyrell embodied was finally permitted to rest. In its place awakened the Inu, Ren, protector of people. It would be a long, difficult and painful path ahead - time would only tell if it was all worth it. (This is a POV post, not a missive. Please do not take this information as IC)

Dear Magister Yera, This letter comes to you from Captain Vicnan Hawkins of The Last Port Of Cormath. I was recently in your city seeking your assistance regarding the effects of a magic spell; this is beside the point. While there, I was ordered into a Darkspawn test; while I had no problem with this and complied, I was then ordered into a search. During this time, they deemed a dagger, which I bought while visiting Norland from a man named Volkov of The Murkwater Company, to be dangerous and unlawful. Volkov promised me that this dagger would help me in the upcoming siege against the Harrowers, so I bought it for 600 mina, which is not cheap, mind you. When I told them that the dagger was my property and that I would not be giving it up, they drew their weapons and threatened me. The members present seemed to be grunt soldiers however I did have the displeasure of having to deal with Cardinal Villorik primarily. To add to this, I let them know that I have an active treaty with you, ensuring no citizens of Cormath would be harmed while in Kaethul and vice versa; they practically scoffed at this statement. I then relinquished the dagger, as I feared they would jump to conclusions as the Canonists do and execute me there in the tavern. If you need further proof, ask Ar-Malna; they were present during the entire encounter. As a city leader, I understand the need to protect your citizens, and I will continue to respect and abide by the treaty we signed, but I hope that this issue of these guards being overly violent can be fixed in the future. Best Wishes,

SUN’S SMILE 94 D.R Prepare your bait and memorize your routes! This coming Saints week, upon the sandy shores of Hyspia, a day by the waters will be hosted for the attendees enjoyment. Varying events have been planned for a day of fun, and it is recommended to come in something you don’t mind getting wet. CARRERA DE BOTES The events will begin with a boat race, in which boats will be provided for your convenience. The teams will go on to row through the waters, the first to arrive back winning the race and a prize of twenty-five [25] minas. CONCURSO DE PESCA Following the events of the boat race, a fishing contest will take place! A set amount of time will be allotted in which the goal is to catch as many fish as possible, and once the time is up, present what was caught to the judge. Your catch will be weighed, and the person with the most will win a prize of twenty-five [25] minas. [Friday the 22nd, 6pm EST, Hyspia] Signed, Her Highness, Renata Alba De Pelear, Infanta de Hyspia Senorita, Amelia Miramaris, Dama de Honor

The elfess, ever curious about the realms beyond her own, possessed the power to peek into these distant worlds. However, the idea of venturing into them seemed daunting, for they held powers beyond comprehension. Guiding her through this mysterious journey was Willy, her teacher, who continuously tested her to determine her readiness for a power she didn't even know existed. Finally, he deemed her ready. One tranquil evening in the frozen expanse of the north, where even the witches had retreated for the night after feasting on the essence of northern men, the duo convened to discuss recent events. Usamea, recounting her encounter with an entity in the House of Life, revealed "The Secret of the Necromancers lay deep within the cursed forest." Despite her reluctance to delve into the realm of necromancy, aware that toying too closely with death could lead to entrapment, she recognized the gravity of the situation. The Uruk would extend his hand to Usamea, offering a connection that surpassed mortal comprehension, transcending even the bonds of lovers. For Usamea, the endlessly lonely elfess, the friendship with Willy provided solace—a refuge devoid of judgment and betrayal. So she proceeded, the two hands tied together. With grains of sand trickling down his mask, Willy initiated the connection with Usamea. Initially seamless, the connection took an unexpected turn. Within the recesses of her mind lurked a being unlike any encountered before. Its incomprehensible speech—a cacophony of slurs, shrieks, and otherworldly sounds—assaulted his senses, causing him physical anguish. Overwhelmed by the abyssal depths of the elfess's mind, the orc recoiled, unable to endure the torment Still seated upon a barren expanse of icy tundra, the duo, Usamea and her venerable teacher, prepared for the impending journey that would take her beyond the familiar lands of Aevos. Despite the passing years, the old elf's thirst for knowledge remained unquenchable, a testament to the pursuit of wisdom that knows no bounds. Grateful for the sage guidance of her mentor, she readied herself for the adventures that awaited. As they sat in quiet contemplation, a strange phenomenon unfolded before their eyes. The falling snowflakes, suspended in mid-air, seemed to defy gravity, frozen in time before reversing their descent and shooting skyward, as if propelled by an unseen force. In an instant, the duo vanished from the tundra, transported to parts unknown. When Usamea gradually blinked her eyes open, she was met with a startling warmth, an intensity that bordered on infernal amidst the chilling cold she had left behind. With a reassuring presence beside her, she took a moment to adjust, cautiously surveying her unfamiliar surroundings. To her astonishment and trepidation, they found themselves amidst a realm besieged by chaos and darkness, a plane overrun by the relentless expansion of Iblees and his infernal legions. Demons, devils, and other twisted creatures roamed freely, subjecting mortal souls to unimaginable torments, their agonized cries echoing through the accursed landscape. Rivers of lava flowed unchecked, and flames danced amidst the desolation, casting eerie shadows upon the scorched earth. It was a scene unlike any she had ever witnessed, a nightmarish tableau that defied comprehension. After a week of relentless pursuit through the menacing realm, the two travelers found themselves weary and beset by the encroaching horde of monsters. Several skirmishes had left them with burns and slashes, a testament to their struggles against the infernal beings. As fatigue set in and the perpetual twilight of the realm persisted, Usamea decided it was time to rest. She asked Willy to set up camp, utilizing the convenient proximity to a fire source within this infernal plane. He constructed a shelter, a fire, and laid down protective wards to ward off any potential ambushes while they slept. Despite the dire circumstances, Usamea's skills as a chef shone through. Drawing on the culinary lessons imparted by her father, she prepared a hearty noodle soup reminiscent of her time in Almaris. The broth, infused with pork and miso, mingled with mushrooms, noodles, seaweed, and corn, creating a tantalizing aroma. With the meal ready, Usamea offered a set of chopsticks to Willy, uncertain if he could use them. They ate in silence, savoring the flavors amidst the distant echoes of tormented souls. As night fell, they exchanged a few quiet words before Usamea drifted off to sleep, leaving Willy to stand guard. She had brewed coffee to keep him alert during his watch, a small gesture of comfort amidst the perilous landscape. "Ever wonder why we're here, Willy?" Usamea's voice broke through, shedding layers of guardedness as if for the first time she truly revealed herself "When I was young, yes. But in my old age I have determined my fate." Willy spoke as he stared into nothingness. "I mean, what's our real purpose? We fight, we lose, we die, we cry. I can't recall the last time I felt genuinely happy." Usamea mused aloud, nibbling on a seaweed snack she had brought along. "The world will know no happiness until evil has been defeated. We will continue to fight, lose, and die. Some may cry... But to show weakness in times of great strife is not an option. We must remain stalwart." Said Willy. "We live within confines, why can't we break free to become whatever we wish? Why do I keep losing everything I hold dear while I exhaust myself trying to protect it? Haelun'or continues to push me away, persecuting me, despite my efforts to safeguard them from the shadows. I've lost my husband, my children are gone, and even my friends are either dead or vanished" Usamea lamented, gazing toward the gray sky “Though now? In this moment? I'm happy. I'm happy to have you as a friend, though I know it's fleeting, another loss waiting to happen." "It is our destiny. Predetermined by a being of higher power before we are presented to the mortal planes. Our souls are crafted meticulously for specific purposes... With greatness comes hardship and the path travelled to get to greatness is some of the most difficult that we must endure." Said Willy. He continued his stare into nothingness. He would stand up after a momentary pause and walk to the edge of the camp. "I don't know, perhaps? Sometimes I dream of a verdant land where my children play freely, my husband and I watch them from afar, the birds are singing and the wars are over. But then I wake up, reality hits me like a slap in the face, and I'm reminded that only a desolate void awaits me. Sometimes, I just long for the mundane" Usamea concluded, turning away to sleep "Good night, wake me when it's my turn to be awake." Willy remained standing at the edge of the camp. His head shifting every so often to survey his surroundings as the night grew long. He would not go to sleep that night and opted to stand guard for the entirety of the night. They watched from the shadows as the rulers, the potentates of the plane, convened, their minds abuzz with schemes and machinations. Their objective? To unleash Iblees’ chaos upon the last bastion held by mortals. For Usamea, the ever vigilant elfess, this venture represented not an adventure, but a profound test of her own abilities. Questions swirled in her mind: Was she truly meant to be here? Had she been released from her mortal obligations only to be ensnared in a web of punishment for her sins? Though acutely aware of her imperfections, the thought of an eternity surrounded by anguished loved ones haunted her every step. The inhabitants of the realm sensed intruders among them; daemons dispatched imps, bats, and other sinister entities to scour the land in search of the two outsiders. Despite their efforts to remain hidden, their presence resonated unmistakably. With each passing moment, the threads of fate drew tighter, bringing them closer to discovery. "I have gleaned all that I need from this realm. Let us return home for now" Usamea declared, her voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and determination. This journey had not been a deliberate pursuit of adventure, but rather an unexpected lesson – her maiden voyage into the realm of traversing dimensions. With nothing more to gain, there was no reason to prolong their stay amidst the shadows and whispers of malevolent intent. Just before departure, Usamea paused, casting a thoughtful gaze over the landscape. She then knelt, her fingers trailing over the ground until they found a patch of warm sand. With careful precision, she scooped it into a small jar, sealing it tightly. It was a token, a memento of their time in this perilous realm, a reminder of the challenges they faced and the lessons learned. With the jar clasped firmly in hand, Usamea nodded, ready to depart from the realm, yet carrying with her a piece of its essence. OOC NOTE This is a little post/report regarding mine and @Cloakedsphere's journey to Draudreich with 'Arcane Displacement'. Nothing that happened in this post is public knowledge so any referring IRP to this post is considered meta-gaming. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading the post and give it a green arrow that is pointing towards the sky! The sand collected will be an IRP item brought to Aevos, however as per arcane displacement lore, it will not have any non-mundane use as that would require MArt. And before anyones comes at me, they did not visit Moz Strimoza, I just used it as a clickbait c:

In anticipation of Vikela’s continued prosperity, the esteemed OFFICE OF MAYOR is reinstated, marking a moment of pride and jubilation within THE KINGDOM OF VIKELA THE MAYOR holds significant responsibilities, including the facilitation of events and celebrations, overseeing guilds and craftsmen to ensure adherence to regulations, & mediating disputes. Additionally, during council meetings (excluding those pertaining to warfare), they can propose new laws. At the end of their term, they have the opportunity to pursue governmental roles. To participate in these elections, citizens must meet specific criteria: - Minimum age of eighteen - Citizenship in Vikela - Absence of no more than two charges from the Justice Office - Ministers may not run, and the Heir of Vikela may not run. Candidates are encouraged to showcase their candidacy through small events and the hanging of informative missives to the public. The candidate with the highest number of votes will assume the esteemed position of MAYOR for a ten-year term, after which a new election cycle commences. A designated box at THE BOJO BANK will serve as the platform for citizens to officially declare their candidacy. Once their name is deposited within the box, they are granted the freedom to campaign openly and engage with fellow citizens to garner support for their bid.

[!] A woman writing a diary, garden surrounding An ordinary evening unfolded, the sun dipping below the horizon as I returned from my wanderings. The air held a stillness that embraced my tired soul. Amidst this quietude, a realization struck me – it had been too long since I last shared a moment with dear friends. Seeking for a connection, I sifted through my mail, anticipating the familiar, only to find the mundane trio of spam, advertisements, and unsettling death threats. Yet, within this sea of monotony, a peculiar message emerged: "Those who brave the swamp may find salvation amongst its wetland." There was no mistaking the author – it had his signature all over it. Intrigued, It was the time for an adventure. - The forest welcomed me, but not in the usual way. It felt as if the very air had thickened, a duality of cruelty and malice lingering. Memories resurfaced, harkening back to Almaris by the inferi stronghold in the desert, where a laboratory held a sinister gas that transformed all it touched into beasts. The red lighting, reminiscent of a world we once explored evoked caution. Unlike our previous encounter, my magic worked here, yet the red rain semed hauntingly familiar. A silent warning echoed in my mind – beware of that place. - Undeterred, the swamps beckoned, an unusual choice for someone who rarely ventured into such peculiar realms. A conversation certainly overdue, a necessity that transcended the ordinary. It was comforting to reunite, even if his response "Vor" sent a shiver down my spine as I explained to him the plane I once visited. I hope that the fruit I brought with me would bridge the gap to that ominous world, for without my magic, I am defenceless, and revisiting that realm is a prospect I dread. A silent caution whispered – avoid the castle and the forest, where the red lighting holds the power to kill, just as it once claimed me and those poor souls I was unable to protect. - To my surprise, he lingered longer than expected, breaking the habitual pattern of transient connections. Was it caution or trauma, I wondered, as he accompanied me to obtain the fruit from the realm before. A pact unfolded, and in return, I found myself willingly sacrificing for a power whispered to surpass even that of Gods. "I vow not to pursue this insatiable hunger for power at the expense of a cherished life" I declared, my words falling on deaf ears. "It is not my choice to make. Fate has bound our paths to cross" he repsonded, sealing my fate with an inevitability beyond my control. [!] A drawing of the world described below What transpired exceeded the boundaries of imagination – a realm shrouded in pestilence, creatures fashioned from rotten flesh, trees dripping with coagulated blood, and a landscape teeming with spores of pus. This wasn't a mere vision; it felt as if we were physically present, not just in mind but in body. A simple jar of that disease-laden air transported to Aevos would spell catastrophe. He spoke the truth; this power surpassed that of Gods themselves.

Issued as of 14th of Snow's Maiden 170 SA Dear Celia'nor, In the realms of Aevos, both the mundane and the extraordinary, encompassing mortals and immortals alike, we refrain from entangling ourselves in political disputes. Our purpose is not to engage in the trivialities of political discord, but rather to uphold balance— balance in all things. When creation prevails excessively, destruction must inevitably follow, and when destruction overshadows, creation must rise. Our observations span epochs, predating even the destruction of Almaris. We bore witness to the Haelunorian coup d'état and the subsequent attempt at genocide, prompting necessary intervention. Similarly, we observed the internal struggles of Celia'nor, witnessing the equilibrium achieved through internal forces, leading to both destruction and creation. Yet, it is now apparent that the leaders of Celia'nor are embarking on another pursuit of dominance and destruction without demonstrating the necessary creation to maintain balance. Therefore, we issue the following ultimatum: Adhere to the principles of equivalent exchange to ensure the equilibrium of these realms. Cease pointless hostilities, for there shall be no unilateral conquest by any race, as we are all equals. Should you seek to conquer, it is imperative to reciprocate with creation. Destruction must be accompanied by a corresponding act of creation. We impose no specific timeframe, but compliance is expected. Failure to comply will prompt action, as we cannot permit your existence to undermine the delicate balance we strive to uphold. Signed, No one

𝒜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓏𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓊𝓃𝓌𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 Recent reports have been made that a large bundle of Lume Ferrets is becoming increasingly hostile within the city of Dunwen. They have been reported to be causing trouble and destroying public property. I and the other Ferret Meisters of Solheim have attempted to investigate this string of events and have found ourselves face to face with an aggravated bundle of Lume Ferrets that promptly drove us off. I, Captain Vicnan Hawkins, Head Ferret Meister, am posting missive with hopes of finding willing citizens of Dunwen and possible adventurers and critter lovers from beyond to help us investigate these strange occurrences. We suspect that there may be an outside source that is causing their aggression, and we would greatly appreciate any help that can be given. (Note. Any help from the Druids would be greatly appreciated.) This Event will take place on Thursday, February 15, at 6 pm EST. Please meet at the Town Hole in Dunwen at least 30 minutes before the set start time.

☩ ☩ ☩ "Will pride prevent peace? . . ." Over the last month I have penned hundreds of letters and corresponded with every Canonist Leader within the FAITHFUL FLOCK. While I have seen truths and lies among these, and heard sympathies and belittlements my offers remain the same. I will reiterate them publicly so all the FAITHFUL not just the KINGS and QUEENS may understand our position. Our people that choose to remain in the MIDDEN live in FEAR of not just their lives but their very SOULS. We understand that foul magic has made its way into the highest recesses of the HAENSETI court and invested the TSAR. They live with the constant threat of evil looming over them and stealing not just their livelihood and home but that of their children. Because of this… We, the Winburgh Uprising, men and women (formerly called soldiers of Midden, and now resign ourselves simply to be WARRIORS of GODAN) will lay down our arms if the following conditions are met: An occupying force other than that of the HAENSETI EMPIRE takes control of the city, overseen by the HOLY MOTHER CHURCH. An independent and NON-BIASED investigation is launched into the case of ALEKSANDR consorting with the LICH. Furthermore, I, SIR RADMIR MONTALT, will (if sworn on Holy Relics our offer will not be backpedaled) offer myself as hostage to the alliance so long as my host is not of HAENSE. If these conditions are met, my soldiers will STAND DOWN, and follow all terms of agreement. This offer stands, lives will not have to be lost, the security of your nations does not have to be compromised. We, the people of Midden, entrust our lives to the FAITHFUL. There is nothing that justifies an unjust massacre, will the pride of the HAENSETI prevent the Covenant from PEACE? -SIR RADMIR MONTALT

@siglms_ Mi challenge the honor of Krimpgoth agh hiz decizion, uzing the negleckful example of the foreign Onizhiman Uruks, and pardoning the Petra whitewazh whoze faith iz in the burs gods of Krug's enemies, agh who iz nub committed to the zacred zpirit of Krug, the Old Popo and Spirit Popo. A collectiun of beliefz is more like a confuzed zpirit than one who grukz its purpose. Any Orc that does not conform to the path ub Krug and their ancestors is lozt and haz fallen to the darknezz. I intend to challunj Druz the Krimpgoth to an honor klomp until he exhibits regret for his actions and seeks absolution in Krug and the Ancestor Spirits. Forgiving a deluzional brudda is nub an act of compazzion but rather an affirmation of their diztorted world-peep and collekted religiouz beliefz. A zon of Krug ought to remain wit hiz kin and blood family who can better protect and guide him in life. If there is no honor among blood-bound relativez, then the blessingz of Krug have been lost from the Uzg. Unfortuunatly, an Elder haz to be the only ash to uphold the remaining honor among blood bruddas. Name the tik agh plaze. [This is a challenge to the spirit of the Krimpgoth decision to pardon Gob Ztabba-Zniffa (@MrMojoMordor) of Whitewash status despite his lack of faith in Krug and absence from the Fatherland of the Desert. If the Krimpgoth reverses his decision, the challenge will be resolved. It is not an attempt to claim the role of Krimpgoth.]

Published; On the Eleventh of The Amber’s Cold "ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” ✵ [!] This first missive is a public announcement to the staff of the Celia'norian Medicinal Clinic and the Celia’norian public. With the chilled winds, and growing turmoils that life brings forth, change is yearning to come for the better. Within the esteemed Celia'norian medicinal clinic, that for years have graced this very realm, by the distinguished Lady Irelia Py’lrie. With the declining health of her, it bears news that in the coming days Lady Irelia Py’lrie will step down from her position of Head Clinician. Ascending this position, Secondary Physician, Renna Py’lrie will now hold her newly appointed position of Head Clinician. For decades, have the Py’lrie woman of such prestigious Talonnii dedicated their lives to leading the clinic of their people and for the realm. Now once more will the torch be handed to the following generation of Py’lrie, pleading the solemn responsibility of safeguarding the health and well-being of Celia'nor's cherished populace, along with tending to the mundane maladies of everyday life to confronting the harrowing specter of dire injuries, Her service shall be revered and held in the highest esteem within the Principality of Celia’nor. 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; Her Ladydship, Irelia Py’lrie, Laurir Kaliri of the Esteemed Royal Council;Matriarch of the prestigious Evarir Talonnii, The Py’lrie, of the Principality of Celia’nor Lady Renna Py’lrie, Head Clinician of the Celia'norian medicinal clinic of the Principality of Celia’nor

Vikelain or Silachian Silachian is a mixture of Elvish and Auvergian. It has a sort of southern flare on top of that. For a more OOc dive, Silchian is a mixture of Lotc Eleven mixed with Lousiana Creole. From deep avuergene roots as well as wood elven ties to the community With this base, it creates a softer, more elegant sounding language with a tone that sounds like water rushing. Rather than more earthy tones, there should be hardly any guttural or rough words used within Silachian. History and Synopsis The words of the sword are translated as Silachin in the language of the protected people. From its founding family, one auvergne & Farfolk woman and one Wood elf, these phrases are both fluid like a swing and sharp to the tongue.. It is interesting to note that the founding couple frequently transitioned between these linguistic influences, which led to a momentous event when a human observer inadvertently interchanged the two terms. This serendipitous mistake has endured through the passage of time. Today, Silachian has become an integral part of the linguistic heritage of Vikela. It can be heard echoing through the streets of Vikela, where it is cherished as a language that is not only well-known but also passed down through generations, embodying a unique and enduring fusion of linguistic traditions. Definition: Auvergnian, interchangeably known as Auvergnat by those who are fluent in it, is a well-known human language. The dialect is famous throughout the various realms of Oren and Aeldin for being crowned the "Language of Love". Auvergnian is a soft, melodic, and yet arguably very complex dialect. Auvergnian is the same as real-life French. Definition: Elvish This language, known as Ancient Elven, was developed by the children of Malin after their establishment in Aegis and was used widely in the ancient world. Grammar For those of you want to fully immerse yourselves. Sentence Order: The common order of elvish sentences is Subject-Object-Verb. The apostrophe-’ : Used in certain cases and possibly dictates a certain pronunciation. Current known uses are: Denoting certain honorifics (such as sainted) Between a modifier and a verb Between a word and its suffixes (more on this below). With the word 'eyha' (and) to connect sentences and in terms of a list. -n makes such a word a noun -an plural AFFIXES & SUFFIXES Use of affixes: This has been shown to be a very important factor in Elven language. Elves tend to use multiple affixes to further define their nouns and verbs, rather than using separate words. For these, the following rules exist: Most affixes seem to have two forms, depending on whether or not the word it relates to ends or begins with a vowel. Suffixes often get added with an apostrophe between it and the word. If a word has multiple suffixes, there will only be an apostrophe between the full word and its last suffix. The priority for ordering the suffixes is least important to most important. So your root word is closer to the most important suffix. If a suffix is separated by an apostrophe, it inflects as if the last letter of the word it relates to was a consonant. -é Makes it past tense, for example: burn - bril / burnt - brilé -s makes it present continuous, -s is followed by the Simple Present word’s vowel, for example: Pèdi - miss / Pedé - missing / Pèdis - Missing Adding “Will - Te” will make the sentence future tense, as the verb does not need a special addition. For example:“Mo te anwo twa ne’pleure…zusna.” - “I will not cry over you...*******.” :) “Burn *****!” “Sluzes Bril!” FAMILY AND PEOPLE Mamon: Mom Malda: Dad Sèsa: Sister Bresen: Brother Tonton: Uncle Tant: Aunt Nès: Niece Nef: Nephew Gra’Malda: Grandpa Gra'Mama: Grandma Numbers un, in - one Dé - two trò, trwa - three Kat - four Sink - five Sis - six Sèt - seven Wit - eight Nèf - nine Dis - ten mu'dis - 100 te'ludis-1000 Much like the grammatical structure, numbers are structured similarly to elvish for double digits and beyond (i.e three-onehundred-five-ten-four). ' is used to link a number with its value for 10, 100 and 1000. Adding the Mu- (very) to add to the beginning of a number to make it ma-single point value. ( Values of Ten). Example Mukat'dis (40,) Musis'dis (60) MuNèf'dis (80). Examples So 14 (fourteen) is Dis'kat [10.4] 40 (forty) is Mukat'dis [10.4] 174 is Mudis'musetdis'kat [100.70.4] COMMON PHRASES & SENTENCES Bonayla! - Hello Heyalez afær? - How are things? heya ça va? - How are you doing? Çé ayla , byin. - I’m good, thanks. Mo byin. - Thank you / Thanks. Ou’Venle - You’re Welcome Twa plitar. - See you later. Svenayla - Goodbye Sven - Bye Mo Mayli twa. - I love you. Swènn-tali. - Take care. Bonayla. - Good Morning Bonker. - Good night avyonii - Little fighter Ti - Yes Ne - No Une gueule de Vallitier - A mouth like holy water fountain (used to describe an ugly man) Une figure lenpomme cuite - A face like a baked apple (used to describe an attractive woman) Pauvres diables - poor devils (used to mock poor people) Un berrbleur - a hot air shooter Un tonnerre a la voile - an unruly person Frou-frou - giddy/ Over dramatic/snobby Menterlien - a lie/liar valllo toujou couri vallhiuw. - The water always goes to the river Coupé zoré milet fait pas faesu. - Cutting off the mule’s ears doesn’t make it a horse Compé Torti va doucement, mais li rivé coté bite pendant Compé Chivreil apé dormi. - Tortoise goes slowly, but he arrives at the barrel while Roe Deer is sleeping. beloun conné sir qui bois l'apé frotté. - The pig knows well on which wood it will rub. Chirr jappô li pas morde. - The barking dog doesn’t bite. Charre brilé pair di feu. - The burnt cat is afraid of fire. Bouki fait gombo; lapin mangé li. - The goat makes the gumbo; the rabbit eats it. Cila qui rit Un lensuloem va pleuré a liewy’ento: . - Whoever laughs on Friday will cry on Sunday. Craché nen laire, li va tombé enhaut vou nez. - Spit in the air, and it will fall on your nose. Vikela an coime en ito - There is a problem in Vikela OBSENTIES (even though LOTC forums will censor this ) ****(Fword): Vexna Shit(poop) : Bix *****(female dog): Sluzes Damn: Acke Ass / ******* (butt) : Zusna Idiot: Ich'me Mother Fucker (mfo): Vex’ma A- Z UNSORTED WORDS. Pronouns: You -mo’ /twa Your - mou’ / Twu We - no’ Which - ki Her - L’leh She - L’ He - Li’ Him -Li’leh I / Me - o This - Thes Who / What / Where - heya’ Our - min Adjectives: Strong - Ceru Weak - Cerune Good - ayla Bad- dyab Later - plitar Old: Ulde Young - Yeune Happy - alèz Confused - ailmathé Sad - melte Angry - furêrion Dainty - Zehp Adverbs: Only - unsel Not - ne’ Out - soti There - Ito Slowly - doucement Very - Mu Nouns / plural Nouns: Action - Aksyon Boat - Amonn’narn Bread - Wehn'tehral Books - Indora Devils/Evil - Diables Expertise - Ekspètiz Forest - Amebwa Fountain - Vallitier Hunter - Lovi Keeper - Gadyem Knowledge - Konesans Mail - Kouryèl Magic - Maji Melody - Ayl’lenniel Midnight - Lin Milk - Valein Moon - Minwi Problem - Coime / Problems - Coimes Red Rose - Wouj’Miruel River - Vallhiuw Side - Coté Sugar - Suika Time - Enet Troubles- Resahnae Vallitier - Fountain - Water- Vallo Milk- Valein - Wind - Bientu Offerings - ofrann Sentiments - santiman Season - sézon Branch - galadh Verbs: Present Simple Tense Past Tense Present Progressive — -é -s Is - di Was - Pranvan (An exception) — Do -fe Did - fé Doing - fes Have - Par Had - Paré Having - Pares Say - psan Said - psané Saying - psans Arrive - riv Arrived - rivé Arriving - rives Stumble - b’ite Stumbled - b’ité Stumbling - b’ites Bite- morde Bit - mordé Biting - mordes Eat - mange Ate - mangé Eating - manges Cry - pleure Cried - pleuré Crying - pleures Hate - Haite Hated - haité Hating - haites Love - mayli Loved - maylé Loving - maylis Like - Mayte Liked - mayté Liking - maytes Know - conne Knew - conné Knowing - connes Burn - brile Burnt - brilé Burning -Briles Care- Tali Cared- Talé Caring - Talis Blossom (flower)-Lapr Blossomed- Laprès Blossoming Lapres miss - Pèdi Missed-Pedé Missing-Pèdis Confuse - ailmahta Confused- ailmathé Confusing - ailmathas Send - alta Sent - alté Sending - altas Go - couri Went - couré Going - couris Talk - goulren talked - goulré Talking - goulres Wave - Anuh'Hiuw Waved - Anuh’Hiuwé Waving - Anuh’Hiuwes Blow - iheiuh Blowed - iheiuhé Blowing - iheiuhes Will - te Would - té Willing - tes Go - couri Went - couré Going - couris Sleep - dormi Slept - dormé Sleeping - dormis Tuck - kach Tucked - kaché Tucking - kaches Dance - danse Danced - dansé Dancing - danses Wear - mete Wore - meté Wearing - metes Carry - pote (To carry something.) cradle-bèl) Carried - poté Carrying - potes Whisper - chitchot Whispered - chitchoté Whispering - chitchotes Pass- pui Passed - pué Passing - puis Paint- peintiye Painted - peintiyé Painting - peintiyes Lay - pose Laid - pozé Laying - poses Bark- jappô Barked - jappé Barking - jappôs Spit - crach (Spit out - Crachoti) Spat - craché (Spat out - Crachéti) Spitting - craches (Spitting out - Crachotis) (In poker) Going all in - Mog Modal Verbs: Should - Dwe Can - Ka Could - Ké Will - Te / Would - Té May - Cen Determiners / Pre-Determiners: The- le / La Such/More - ma- All - ‘tuva Some - kèk Each / Every - ilye Preposition: Of - nun Up - anoh For - pra By - Pa- On - sou’ ( on the- so’le) Like - tankou (“I feel like …..”) About - larenn In - en Over - anwo To - u- (For example: “Me u-couri minwi” - I go to the moon) Beneath - anba With - gavec Down- nadbas Under - neledh Conjunction: And - ehya But - mais Idiom Tali- (infront of a word is part of Derived from elvish) Government Titles / Ranks etc: Government - Gouvènman Council - Conseil Internal - Zefen Internal affairs (internal time) - Zefen’enten Minister - Minstie Knight - Chevalye The Keeper of Books better known as the librarian - Gadyem Indoran Lawmaker - Magi’se House mafia - Mennaj Noble - Noblesse Official - Ofisyèl Writer - Puerith Warrior - lwa Healer - Traiteur Queen - Reîne King - Kondé Princess - Prinsès Prince - Prins Regent- Rejant Heir - Eritye Grand Duke - Gran Dyòk Duke - Dyok Duchès-duchess Count -count countess- Counte Baron- Baron Baroness- L’Baronès Lordship Mesir Ladyship-Mesiris Majesty -Majeste Citizen - sityen When addressing individuals of nobility or higher social status: Grace -Gras [ Your grace- Mou’Gras] Majesty - Majeste (Your majesty- Mou’Majeste) Animals: Deer -Chivreil Rabbit - Lappin Sheep - dòmi Pig - Beloun Goat -Bouki Horse - roch wolf/dog-Chirr Panda-Talibulous Cat -Charre Turtle - Torti Llama- lama Bird - aiweau Days- Following lotc calendar days Sunday - Dimanch Monday - Lendi Tuesday - Madi Wednesday - Mèkredi Thursday - Jedi Friday - Vandredi Saturday - Samdi Next Saturday- Samdi’ento Colours: Red - Mirouj Blue - Blevall Yellow - Aurijòn Purple - Valvyol Pink - Belssezrou Black - Nwa White - Iwan Green - Vèttaynei Orange - Orayl Brown - Caros MALE & FEMALE NAMES Female Names Adeline - Noble Aeliana - Sunlight Amaia - High Place Amara - Immortal Amethysta - Jewel/amethyst Anais - Grace Arcadia - Paradise Astridelle - Beautiful Star Azura - Sky Blue Belphoebe - Fae princess Blythe- Carefree Calista - Most Beautiful Caelia - Heavenly Celestia - Heavenly Chantal - Song Cosette - Little Thing Danica - Morning Star Delphine - Dolphin Eirwen - White Snow Elestria - Starlight Elaria - Enchanting Song Elowen - Elm Tree Evadne - Pleasing One Fiora - Flower Flora- floral Genevieve - Tribe Woman Gwidhiel - Of the Light Heloise - Famous Warrior Hithiel - Running water Isabeau - My oath Isabelette - Devoted Isoluna - Moonlight Jalindë - Beauty Jolie - Pretty Katriel - Crown of gold Khanyisile - Illuminated Kelindra- Leika - Warrior of peace Leza - Joyful Lilithia - Night Demon Lirael - Song of Gold Medea - Clever Melusine - Enchanting Water Mignon - Cute, Darling Mireille - To admire Mwari - Goddess Naiara - Radiant Nymeria - Lady of the Water Nyxira - Night Goddess Oseye - Noble Olwethu - Our Own Phumelele - Achieve Perdita - Lost Qondiswa - Understand Quenmirë - Elf of Jewels Rilindë - The Songs we Sing Ravenna -Raven Roshaera - bright like the sun. Rhianwen - maiden Seraphite - Fiery Angel Serenelle - Starry Sylvara - Nymph Solange - Solemn Solara - Solar, Sunlike Tindra - Sparkle Thalassa - Sea Urania - Muse Uzuri- Splendor Valkyrie - Chooser of the Slain Vespera - Evening Star Violette - Purple Vivienne - Life within Wyneth - Fair Wande - Family grows Winslet - victorious Wynonia - Xiomara - Ready for Battle Xolile - Forgiving Yveline - Yew Wood Yávië - Sprouted from unknown Zafira - Victorious Zarina - Golden Queen Zephyra - Gentle Breeze Zephyrine - West Wind Zenobia - Force of Nature Male names Ahmanu - Notable leader Akuni - Brave Babptise - Baptized Bakari - Promise Bayo - Crown Bilal - Born during the day Chuki - Spirit Cyprian - From Cyprus Cyprin - Cyprus Caden: "Spirit of Battle" or "Fighter" Cyril: "Lordly" or "Masterful" Cassius: "Empty" or "Vain" Calixte: "Most Beautiful" or "Very Beautiful" Celestin: "Heavenly" or "Of the Sky" Coltrane: Possibly a combination of "Coal" and "Strong" Chevalier: "Knight" or "Horseman" Chavez: "Hawk" Corentin:or "Hurricane" Darian - Upholder of the good Edwige - Battle warrior Endymion - Man of the east Estel - Hope Elario - Noble one Folarin - Walk with wealth Faelan - Little wolf Guylian - Variant of Julien Gareth - Gentle Halim - Patient Hadrian - Dark-haired Idris - Interpreter or studious one Ignatius - Fiery Ikechu - God's strength Iniko - Born during troubled times Jafari: - Stream or creek Jareth - Blend of Jared and Gareth Kaev - Life Kael - Mighty warrior Kofi - Born on Friday Loike - Delightful - devirved from Luke Luthando - Love Mael - Chief or prince Nkosi - King or ruler Nyarai - Be humble Olanrewaju - My wealth is moving forward Orpheus - Darkness (mythological figure) Osiris - Egyptian god of the afterlife and rebirth Pemba - White Paka - Cat Panya - Mouse (Swahili) Pascal - Easter Patrice - Noble Porthos - Musinteers Peregrin - Traveler Prospero - Successful Quddus - Holy Quenten - Variant of Quentin Quillon - The best of the swords Quirin - warlike Quillan - Cub Remy - Oarsman Rudo - Love Razi - Secret Raoul - Wolf council, strong as a wolf René - Reborn Rylan - Island meadow Samwise - Half-wise Sebastien - Revered or venerable Tariro - Hope Thandolwethu - Our love Thierry: "ruler of the people." Teo: A short form of Theodore, meaning "gift of God." Tariq "morning star" or "he who knocks at the door." Theron: Chase Tevin Thaddeus:courageous." T'vian Toulouse Tarien Ulysse: "to be angry" or "to hate." Uriel: Fire of spirit Urbain: "city dweller" Ugo: form of Hugh, meaning "heart, mind, spirit." Urianthé: "Enchanting Star" Ulysarion: "Seeker of Wisdom" Ulfarine: "Noble Forest Guardian" Umbrelleth: "Veiled Luminescence" Urendelle: "Radiant Blossom" Ullianthé: "Luminous Dreamer" Umbrosien: "Shadowy Sage" Ullianthilde: "Starlit Grace" Umbertien: "Regal Enchanter" Uzoma - Good road or way Vuyo - Happiness or joy Winslet - Joyful victory Wulfric - Wolf power Xandriel - Elf of splendor Xolani - Peace Yannick - Variant of Jean, meaning God is gracious Yves - Yew wood Yannael - Combination of Yann Yorick - Variant of George Yarrow - A flowering plant often associated with healing Yrian - Variant of Brian Zephyr - West wind Zaire - River in Lurin Zuberi - Strong Zephyr - West wind Zenon - Variant of Zenos, Zethana This language is subject to change and be updated. This was such a fun project to head with the lovely people of Vikela. We orgianzied this is a way we thought made more sense. We recommend you have your sentence, and then move it to subject object verb so you have a clear understanding. Most Vikelian will only be using common phrases rather then full sentences.

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱 𝓗𝓪𝓼 𝓑𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓭 Published; On the Eleventh of Malin’s Welcome of Year 160 upon the Second Age “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” 𝒜 𝒩𝑒𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒫𝒽𝓎𝓈𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒾𝒸 In the grand and hallowed halls of Celia'nor, under the august guidance of Her Ladyship Irelia Py'lrie, distinguished Laurir Kaliri of the Royal Council and the venerable steward of the esteemed Celia'norian medicinal clinic, a noble decree now graces the realm. With unfettered pride and boundless joy, this missive bears testament to announce the advancement of a secondary physician to soon partake in the noble service of the medical practice. Lady Renna Py’lrie, from the esteemed prestigious Evarir, Py’lrie Talonii has pledged her alliance to the solemn responsibility of safeguarding the health and well-being of Celia'nor's cherished populace, along with tending to the mundane maladies of everyday life to confronting the harrowing specter of dire injuries, Her service shall be revered and held in the highest esteem within the Principality of Celia’nor. ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; Her Ladydship, Irelia Py’lrie, Laurir Kaliri of the Esteemed Royal Council; Head Clinician, and Matriarch of the prestigious Evarir Talonnii, The Py’lrie, of the Principality of Celia’nor

The Paradisian Court presents… THE CHAMBERLAINS GRAND TUVMAS BALL C.1956 [!] Ornaments that adorn the Tuvmas tree in the square. INTRODUCTION As such jolly, though joyous times befall upon our beloved Nation the Chamberlain and the Alba Council saw it was time to host a ball. Despite the brutal times that have befallen us, we host such an event to uplift the spirits of many. We ask that everyone in attendance wear Red and Green to symbolize the primary colors of Tuvmas. We invite our allies the covenant of five to join us in these festivities. May GOD guide us to peace and harmonious days. I T I N E R A R Y Tuvmas Welcome Reception Guests are ushered into the Whitespires walls and arrive at the Tuvmas-like wonderland, greeted by carolers and warm Tuvmas beverages and trinkets to kick off the festive spirit. Royal Tuvmas Address by King John I Gathering in the grand hall as His Royal Majesty, King John I delivers a heartfelt Tuvmas address, expressing gratitude, sharing Tuvmas traditions, and invoking the spirit of joy within our nation. Twilight Ice Skating Extravaganza As the Royal Tuvmas Address concludes and the night begins to fall, guests and citizens are once again ushered outside of the palace to enjoy a magical ice skating session under the twinkling Tuvmas lights, creating a picturesque winter scene. Twinkling Midnight Ballroom The night culminates in a grand ballroom celebration, featuring a mix of Tuvmas classics and contemporary tunes, allowing guests to dance the night away in Aaunic style. The final dance shall be the Golden Dragon, a traditional Aaunic dance. INVITATION LIST NOBILITY OF AAUN His Serene Highness, Ferdinand Barclay, Grand Prince of Minitz @HugoAntero His Highness, Johannnes von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather His Lordship, Siegmund von Reuss, Margrave of Velen @Timer Her Ladyship, Olympe-Regina Dieuxmont de Rosius, Marichoness of Haute-Epine @Axelu His Grace, Jànos Ivanovich, Duke of Stan @Mattiii His Lordship, Wacław Jazlowiecki, Count of Warsovia @ratlordmagic His Lordship, Grzmichuj Jazlowiecki, Baron of Triglav @Mykei His Lorship, Robert Matyas, Baron of Gotfridcher @alien_mc His Excellency, Ferdinand de Lewes, Baron of Virdain, Lord Chancellor of Aaun @Mattiii His Excellency, Emilio Varoche, Vice-Chancellor of Aaun @Enlightenment OUR ALLIES, AND FRIENDS ACROSS LANDS His Royal Majesty, Aleskander II King of Haenseti-Ruska and Citizens of Haense @Mio His Royal Majesty, Adrien I, King of Balian and Citizens of Balian @ErikAzog His Grandness, Garedyn The Emerald, Grand King of Uruguan and Citizens of Urguan @_RoyalCrafter_ Her Majesty, Catherine I, Queen of the Commonwealth of the Petra and Citizens of the Petra @Zaerie His Highness, Cesar II de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia and Citizens of Hyspia @Wavey SIGNED, Her Excellency, Clementine Francisca of Salia, Lady Chamberlain of Paradisian Court Her Ladyship, Lauréne Renaulta Adelaide Ashford de Savoie-Lewes, Grand Reveller of The Paradisian Court