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The Symposium of Talyiinism Ne’estel vull’talii ah'haelun, Tillun'ae ay'allim Table of Contents I. Introduction II. Rituals III. The Parish IV. The Compendium I. Introduction Talyiinism is a spiritual and cultural set of notions widely accepted among the population of Celia'nor. The central belief is based on the cosmological difference between a hidden creator god and malevolent outer gods consisting of Aenguelaemonic existences.Believing that the status of the creator is disturbed, the Talyiinists shun salvation offered by Aspects, Spirits, and Aengudaemons in favor of a deeper understanding of their inner divinity and the shattered state of the cosmos. Talyiinists do not deal in sin nor virtue, but rather self enlightenment, and battling ignorance. Often, the greatest representation of Talyiinist doctrine is reflected by the moon and the stars, which represent the fractured creator and the veiled madness of absolution. Created during the nationalism of Celian culture and renaissance, the beliefs of Talyiinism complement existing traditions and philosophies of the community, combined with roots in alchemy and science. From examining the history of aenguldaemonic influence, it was concluded that either party or other pretenders had the interest of Elvendom at heart, all seen as incomprehensible titans at conflict above. Through the cross reference of philosophers and historians of yore, it was concluded that the one creator above all was fractured, a cosmic titan asleep and from their broken mind gave birth to reality. It is viewed that all life bears a piece of this great creator, capable of influencing their creations and blessings of magic and power, and explaining Aenguldaemonica’s need for the continued existence of life, despite their obvious power. Given the root power to resist the influence of meddlers is considered to be insight or knowledge, it is viewed that Elvendom is more capable of this endeavor as a grand mission to bring knowledge down from the heavens, and bring it to the mortal world. II. Rituals Moon and the stars One of the most intrinsic symbolic features of Talyiinism is the night sky, which reflects the infinite yawning maw of chaos, the madness of illusion reflected by the moon, and the hopeful enlightenment viewed as the many stars in the night sky. It is viewed that the stars in the sky reflect the broken and fractured mind of the dreaming Creator and that upon closer viewing gathers insight into the depth and scale of the soul. However, the dark spaces between the stars are often viewed with taboo apprehension, as it is often viewed that the darkness not only reflects ignorant chaos but is said to be the silhouettes of infinite voidal horrors beyond the stars. The moon however is viewed much more timidly, as it is viewed as the source of madness and disillusionment, a malevolent eye that watches the souls of the land. Traditionally, gestures using ash or soot often relate to blessings of disguise, in which the foreheads of a devout will be marked with an ashen mark to signify protection against the moon, by emulating its own surface color. This practice is often reserved for holy services and events, but is sometimes practiced on a daily occurrence by curates and vicars. Communion Preamble/origin Communion is seen as a collective beckoning or exchanging of higher thought and spirituality amongst Talyiinists. Exclusively led by a member of the upper parish choir, typically a Vicar, the sermon must be prepared before mass, in which the Altar is prepped for each service. The altar is first lined by the sacred shroud, in which a cloth is laid atop the lower altar wherein the relics will lay. Upon the upper altar two dishes of sacramental water and Sacred blood are positioned. The five candles Five candle stands are prepped, in which each candle atop the altar is lit by two separate parish members, these two will attend to the wafting of sacred incense and oils as the main Vicar works upon the altar. The shroud will be lightly sprinkled by finger with fresh water from the first bowl, before the vicar lays the relics upon the altar’s shroud. Most common relics include the preserved bones of saints of Talyiinism, and always the saint’s needle. Once the altar is prepared following the Vicars prayer, “O Acaele, Aheral’maehr, E’anniler, E’maelu’ehya’a, Ito’hilea, Lye’onn Acaele, Adont eom Lye’onn Tuva’celia’onn Len.” the sermon is ready to begin. During the parish service, communion will be called during the reading, in which lower parish members will service the gathering with goblets of sacrament wine, treated in similar fashion of a reflection of Sacred Blood. Vicar’s Prayer The Vicar will turn to the altar, kneeling before the altar, guiding the parish service through the enlightened prayer ““Iller’ae sulii’an, Acaele; Iller’ae Maehr’sulier’a, Acaele” when they stands to greet the altar, they will prick a finger upon the saint’s needle, and offer three droplets of blood at minimum, one for the altar, one for the bowl of fresh water, and one to the bowl of Sacred blood. When this process is finished, the Vicar will ask the communion to imbibe upon the sacrament, and take a moment for deeper reflection and prayer in silence. Once the vicar resumes the service, the lower parish members will collect the goblets from the crowd. Sacred Blood Due to the magical properties of elven blood, it is believed that blood has a link towards divinity and enlightenment, being the natural life giver amongst all species of creation. Blood therefore has an intrinsic identity within communion and symbolism within the identity of Talyniism, where it is regarded that blood is viewed as not only the root of life, but the intrinsic medium between the soul and the material. It is viewed that the blood of the covenant is the binding force between all the faithful as the inherent link between all elvish kind. During times of communion, a priest will prick their finger upon the altar, in which but a drop of blood is consecrated, while the onlookers of communion will imbibe upon the sacramental wine, a reflection of the blood of the covenant. III. The Parish The parish is the collective structural body of the faith, organized between three select branches of organized faith that all act underneath the oversight of the Archprelate, with Vicars and the First Abbess holding the most power afterwards. Land is often ascribed to those figures as well, with dioceses for vicars to help spread the faith in further locations and establish their own choirs across the realm of Celia’nor. Choir Assembly The choir is the centralized authority of religious and liturgical practitioners within the Parish. The Choir is responsible for active outreach towards the faithful and upholding the teachings of Talyiinism towards a greater audience of Elvish kind. The Choir is largely responsible for duties including ceremony, blessings, and upkeep or updating the scrolls of Daemonium and Miseres. Vicar) A Vicar is the Highest position of power in the Choir, being subservient only to the Archprelate. Vicars are highly responsible for leadership and ministrating Parish outlook, including the dedicated work of updating the holy scrolls of Daemonium and Miseres. A Vicar is equally responsible for electing Saints based on cases of recognized miracle work. Each vicar is assigned their own diocese and cathedral to be ordained. Curate) Curates are official members of the parish dedicated towards clerical work. Many are scribes or scholars with interest in pursuing various methods of enlightenment and tutoring others through Clerical service. Curates are often well respected individuals with a strong standing in the Choir. Silent Sisters The Silent Sisters are the phantom limb of the Parish, Judge and Jury, these high ranking members are exclusively dedicated towards the Archprelate, and their identities are not made public. They are ears and eyes, and much of their direct duty is highly unknown. They are dominated by a structural order of strength and cunning, that decides their rank and position. Holy Blades The Holy Blades are the paramilitary branch of the Parish, a group specifically made up of Hunters, Maidens, and Crusaders all dedicated in loyalty to the vision of Talyiinism and the parish. The holy blades encompass the largest amount of diversified roles, in which the blades are largely divided between the mixed gender branch of Hunters, and the female only branch of maidens. The Hunters are specifically designated towards combating harmful elements of the moon’s influence, largely being agents of Aenguldaemons and their influences. Hunters can be diversified into mini-roles such as artificers, scholars, stewards, and proper hunters. The branch of maidens is designated towards more religious, and supportive roles, in which abbesses are selected towards a whole company of hunters to offer blessings and boons, whereas maidens are often assigned towards specific hunters to accompany during solo missions. New-bloods are recruits and specifically trained by a ranked hunter, making many missions a three man squad if not larger. Clerical Structure IV. The compendium The Tuvatir, or ‘Compendium’ is a collection of five holy books of high elven origin, namely ‘Edification’, ‘Ascendancy’, ‘Sacrosanct’, ‘Daemonium’, and ‘Misereres’. All five books together form the Compendium, which is used for a number of philosophical and liturgical purposes by Taliiynist scholars and clerics. Many often refer to the text as a grimoire due to its heavy influence from various divination sources of magic, alchemy, and science. The compendium shares several words and titles towards a singular, shattered creator, with most titles being attributed to ‘The Cosmic Presence’, or simply ‘Acaele’ who is the amalgamation of all living life. It equally refers to other Aenguls, Daemons, and other meddlers as ‘Outer Gods’, it is believed long ago one if not one demiurge but all were responsible for the forced binding of Acaele, and thus creators of reality. Thus the power of thought is viewed as the prime capability to fend off would-be invaders of the mind. Among the core tenets of the Tuvatir, is the belief of ‘Divination by Cultivation’, or the theory that by extending one's perception and insight of the horrors beyond, that such collective knowledge unlocks a mental enlightenment and ascendancy. The more who become aware of this concept, the greater the strength of the collective unconscious, moving towards a collective uplifting. Prayer Prayer is often considered different from worship of the creator, and much rather a period of inner reflection and deeper thought, and often engaged in solidarity at congregation, or privately in one’s comfort. Prayer is exclusively done in elvish, in which there are various statements and deeper reflections asked for while in their moment of reflection and thought. Often prayer will have the individual lower their head; sometimes lowering to their knees, and make the gesture of wisdom, a hand gesture of two raised fingers before their head. This pose can be held for the duration of prayer, often accompanied by the use of a personal icon or rosaries in the free hand. Some common prayers are as follows The Enlightened Prayer) “Grant us eyes o’ creator, give us insight to which we make gaze unto thee, o’ Lord” - “Iller’ae sulii’an, Acaele; Iller’ae Maehr’sulier’a, Acaele” Vicar’s Prayer) “O Creator, Divine Wisdom, guide me on my path, To know myself and to know thee, In the harmony of unity, let us merge, And be one with the eternal cosmic symphony.” - “O Acaele, Aheral’maehr, E’anniler, E’maelu’ehya’a, Ito’hilea, Lye’onn Acaele, Adont eom Lye’onn Tuva’celia’onn Len.” Our Chosen) “O our chosen, give us eyes and guide us.” - “O Laureh’ae, Iller’ae sulii’an Annilier’eyha” Protect us) “O creator, protect us from evil spirits, guide us through the night.” - “O Acaele, Evar’eyha Ailer, Annil’eyha narn’ker” Fear it) “Fear the beguiled blood” - “Ne’estel vull’talii” Fear it (Extended)) “We are born of the blood, bonded by the blood, and die by the blood. Fear the Blood” - “Lye’onn Talii, Kreyn’onn Talii, Eth’onn Talii. Ne’estel vull’talii”

For far too long the Elven race has been slandered by the set heights on the server. For example: High Elves used to go to almost 7 ft and now they barely make 6'6. It's time to give the Elves their proper glory! They shall be able to reach the top shelf of the cupboard! (Excluding Wood Elves. They still need a step ladder) This post is mainly just for fun, however, it would be nice to see staff re-think some of the set heights for the Eleven race as a whole Reference Links!

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

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.

Issued as of 6th of Sun's Smile Year 171 of the Second Age Dear Brothers and Sisters, Throughout the ages and across generations, us Mali have founded ourselves entangled in conflicts over political matters, beliefs, religions, and diverse ideals. While attempts at elven unity have been made, a singular success was achieved under the brutal rule of Kalenz Uradir. However, subsequent efforts beyond this brief unity have mostly ended in failure. Allow me to be succinct, as I am a mere civilian without influence in governmental or diplomatic affairs. My lengthy existence has exposed me to witness the irreparable damage caused by the unity of the human race. Mali ears carried as trophies around one's neck, the beheading of our Oem'iian left as grim decorations in the lands of Brother Horen—these are all stark manifestations of the brutal consequences of their accord. This is not an accusation against the Valah; rather, it acknowledges their limited understanding due to their short lifespan, often leading them to eradicate what they cannot control, or comprehend. Therefore, I implore the decision makers of those of Brother Malin to set aside ancient rivalries and collaborate. Put aside disputes over superiority and, most importantly, relinquish arrogance. The inevitable rise of the Holy Orenian Empire looms on the horizon, with the human race growing stronger by the day. Thus, my simple recommendation is for elves to unite, do not let childish bickerings be the cause for our extinction. I trust in the wisdom of your respective governments to explore the details, whether it involves creating an entity akin to the Elven Union (EU) or forming a more cohesive front, reminiscent of the unity achieved under Kalenz Uradir. Signed, Usamea An'asul MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA AME NAE EVAREH VELULAEI Y NAE ILUMEH

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

Protection of the Southern Summit 2nd of The Grand Harvest SA 168 The chapter is written in a hurry, with a thin layer of sand coating it. The Southern Summit is near, and there is a lot of work to do. I'm one of the shamans appointed to help guard this place from buurz infiltrators. It's the largest meeting I'll be attending yet, next to that party at Haelun'or...that was a blast, everyone of my bruddas got wasted. Good times. But back to work! May Jevex give me the strenght to carry on those tasks. There is salt and aurum to be spead, for it prevents demons, undead and other darkspawns from entering, shall there be unwanted attention form those corrupted forces. May Scorthuz protect us and cleanse all the taint creeping towards the meeting. There are totems to erect and wards to cast, but since I'm not yet powerful enough to do it myself I'll lend my energy to the other shamans performing the rituals: hopefully my lessons will bring me closer to the great shamans we have at the lodge. May Theruz guide me in the pursuit of the knowledge. The sand shifts hot, but we shall be tougher. The wind blows strong, but we will be stronger. The mountain stands unwavering, and we will be steadfast in the reaching of this alliance-to-be. Lûp'Krug, gaakh ghûlumta'izishu morûzalul!

TO HIS ROYAL MAJESTY ALEKSANDR II, 6th of Snow's Maiden, 168th Year of the Second Age ____________________________________________________ With utmost respect and sincere reverence do I extend this open letter to His Royal Majesty @Mio, Her Royal Majesty @sarahbarah, and the rest of Your Royal Family. I wish You unyielding health and spirits indomitable upon Your triumphant return and Her Royal Majesty’s graceful retirement from the courts. May peace, progress, and prosperity boundless in nature grace Your reigns endlessly. I grow less a stranger to Your beautiful country, people, and courts with each passing day. My heart boasts deep love for this Kingdom, with its honorable, trustworthy people. For within, I have found a place to call home. In this light, I humbly seek audience with His Royal Majesty, Her Royal Majesty, and any individual deemed appropriate. For no longer am I able to withhold my silenced voice regarding the egregious defeats under the leadership of the Lord Marshal Ser Leonid Kortrevich @erictafoya in combatting the Shadow Harrower menace whom demonically parades, harasses, and murders so freely in the country I love. To establish my position, and create some intention of good faith, one cannot write a letter such as this without giving due credit. The burden shouldered by Your Lord Marshal in combatting the monstrous Shadow Harrowers besieging Castle Morteskvan is a responsibility akin to bearing the mountains upon one’s shoulders, and bears mental duress equal in measure. Efforts to shoulder this responsibility are admirable. Yet in such a light, it is equally imperative that we not turn our eyes blind to the outcome of the Lord Marshal's recent operations: failure. Failures occur in warfare. Men will always die. Yet never in my four hundred years have I appallingly witnessed the lifeless bodies of my comrades shot out of catapults like ammunition. It was of my own volition in which I painstakingly discovered key vulnerabilities in the enemy’s defenses, corroborated by Ser Audo Weiss the Raven @Frostdrop1(who bears no involvement in this correspondence). Consider then the dismay that befell me upon the telling of the battle plans for Operation Bloody Gate which blatantly disregarded these vulnerabilities. In disregarding this critical intelligence, Your forces were directed by the Lord Marshal to instead engage the enemy up an icy mountain fraught with traps (ones against which I had detected, and vehemently cautioned). Despite my warnings, the Lord Marshal recklessly ordered Your army to charge directly through this deadly path. The disastrous assault bore grave fruit, and saw many of Your army beset by pitfalls, spike traps, and ultimately consumed by an avalanche orchestrated by Tyr, the enemy. My comrades and myself narrowly avoided being consumed by the mountain, whilst suffering a now embarrassing third retreat from an enemy whom should have been easily defeated. I count myself fortunate that the honor and lives of the valiant men and women under my command, and myself, were not taken by snow. It is my profound concern that further avoidable misfortunes are to be shouldered by my beloved countrymen. Whether that is being launched from a catapult like Venerable Armsman Vasili Vanrov @Helios_ (may GOD rest his venerable soul), capture and vicious execution like Valorous Dagfinn the Squire @Youngie5500(may GOD rest his valorous soul), succumbing to an avalanche as in Operation Bloody Gate, or even fates worse than what my imagination can produce. It is not my intent to create slander. It is not my intent to play politics. Only to rip out this thorn from our sides, and to ensure peace unending. I seek no blood from Your Lord Marshal. I believe that he is a good man with a good heart, and no quarrel do I seek. Yet I cannot remain silent when he has displayed a keen disregard for the safety of Your troops, my comrades, produces flawed battle plans ending in consistent defeat, and has so far made no progress in his responsibility to dispose of these animals. The continued deployment of the Lord Marshal’s plans, developed without critical intelligence in mind, will see avoidable follies bear more grave fruit and allow for the persistence of the enemy. I strive to express to You my well-founded concerns. Should You give my humble self the honor of Your presence, it is my wish to present and explore solutions which myself and my own counsel have produced. In an extension of good faith, should You permit such a meeting, it is my hope Your Lord Marshal will be in attendance so that he might provide what input he has, as well as say what he will to me. It is my hope You will grant me the honor of speaking man to man. For You will find that my way brings fire, steel and death to the enemies of Your Kingdom. Signed, Greiret Malviser Elverhilin-Finnigan-Faean Governor of the Province of Esterwick, Immortal of the Kingdom of Gladewynn, Annilir of Malin’s Virarim, Supreme Battlemage of the Gladewynn Company, Knight-Enchanter of the Enchantry and Partiarch of the Elverhilin Family

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

“A venator's resolve is fueled by the charisma of their Chief, rather than a textbook” -A Venator’s Proverb Published; upon the 14 of Snow’s Maiden ✵ [!] This first missive is a public announcement to the Archprelate and the Celia’norian public. ⚔ A message to the Archprelate, As much of time has granted opportunities to be risen again, it has come to the attention of The High Venator to part ways with the Talyiinist Symposium, and work alongside the Royarch and Ibarellans to be one of a prestigious Knight Order. Our Hearts will bear the teaching of Talyniism true, your words and wisdom ever welcomed to guide our Knight Order. Though our service to the people of Celia’nor must come first. To the Mordu’Lar, Upon the decision to part from the Talyiinist Symposium, as we remain to hold true to our wisdom received from the opportunities received from such as a Knight Order being eternally grateful for the opportunity in mind, with best interest at heart for the people of Celia’nor, and for the Venators we seek camaraderie with you, the Mordu’Lar and your arms, the Divadri of Celia’nor. A message to His Royal Majesty, Itthrak Ibarellan, As the High Venator, holding the best interests in mind for the Venator Knight Order, I extend a viable request to work alongside yourself, The Prince of Fi'andria, and your kin, the Ibarellans, serving to be a prestigious exclusive Royal Knight Order. Allotting select individuals who have proven great worth to be enlisted upon this Royal Knight Order. “They’re watching you” _______ ✵ AY’PUERAN; Her Grace Hunter; The High Venator, enforcer and chief of the Venators, Kolvar L. Valwynn-Soulheart

Darling Wisteria A little girl wanders around the garden of her home, using her imagination to see animals, people, creatures and magic. Her giggles echo around the area where butterflies flutter around her head happily. Off to the side, her mother sits and watches her with a smile, a hand on her pregnant belly. The woman looks proud and all loving, not a worry in sight. "Wisteria, come here would you?" The woman calls to the child, sitting straight as her daughter approaches. "You have grown so much in such little time, my beautiful flower. Your imagination runs vastly beyond the point of comprehension and your beauty is unmatched. Today, Mama knows that you will grow into a lady that will make both your Haelun and I proud. Today you start walking on your own, with your own concience. Grow my Sweet Wisteria, my flower." the woman says, caressing the child's cheek and kissing her forehead. The child, although not understanding quite yet what her mother means, nods her little head enthusiastically. "Okay mama!" Wisteria Adeline Pinemaw runs off into the garden, giggling with happiness all the way and oblivious to the adventure that lays in front of her.... (Hi there! This is a child persona that is up for grabs! If you are interested in playing this delicate little flower, please either message Otakuu or Harfleurette on Discord for more details! Happy roleplaying!)

“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” The month prior had been filled with so much joy, so much care. A gentleness that made everything so soft. Ambrosine felt like things were going to turn around for her- one way or another. A hope in her heart that she hadn’t felt in a long-long time. That hope would not last long… Blood and screams filled the air in Celia’lin that fateful evening. The sound of horse-hooves clambering upon stone, the sound of flesh being met with a blade- everything had turned so wrong so quickly. An uttered phrase of “Igne’Sae” was made, yet barely did that flame begin to alight. That warmth died just as a new warmth had spread upon her left shoulder. The smell of iron filled the air, the smell of rot as well- no… not rot… Sulfur. It was a suffocating smell- and it carried with her as she had heard the last few words of her Haelun- something she tried to hold onto. “Try and stay alive oem’ii…” Tears couldn’t bring the amount of pleads she wanted to share, how she had thought- “No- please- not again. Not again. Anything but this.” But she was not so fortunate, not like the times before. No comfort would soothe her anymore- not this time, not even the uttered apologies of one of her captors. “Please… live…” She thought to herself, but as she kept her teary eyes shut- she could only remember the faces of those she knew… Aiyeis, her Haelun Erendriel, a trusted friend Elarhil, a longtime llir Seth Calith, a Maln figure Soris, someone she aided and thought of as a friend Alistair, someone she cared too much about Ser Artel, a trusted Alchemy buddy Kendall Cooper, a momentary llir Mare, her teacher and llir Kyl’lian, an old fiance- a man who had her heart Valazaer, even in death- she could never have hated him Her birth Haelun Her birth father Her sister… There were many more, but soon her mind was plagued as the flames of a firepit licked at her skin- her screams filling the night air as her tears felt like boiling licks at her skin. Only did her nerves finally burn away- did her mind have a fragment of clarity- the cheery macabre sound of a woman cheering for her demise- as soon the elfess’ ashes had taken to the skies. A little lizard would watch in silence- now in the presence of someone new- someone darker. Nothing could be done, and nothing could be said. The only hope of a bright soul now burned away, only having a thought that she hoped she was remembered, and that she had finally found love… somewhere in the hearts she left behind. In the night sky- Ambrosine would fine three familiar faces- and she finally... finally, found home. Ambrosine Decebal- Made 535 Days and 22 Hours. Died; Age 132 Born; SA 22

The Py’lrie sigil, captivating a representation of the Talinii ancestors, Tayna’len and her two sons, Elauthinleon and Panithleon, shown at the two albino panthers by her side. History The Py'lrie have been around for a long time, but for most people, it's easiest to divide their history into two sections, both connected by one figure: Tayna'len. She's the only one who's lived long enough to see the Talonii grow from their bloody past of infighting and internal conflict to a much more peaceful and united Talonii. The Talonii's true conflict started with the appearance of magic in the bloodline. Those who were old and traditional opposed it staunchly, as it was different and new. They forbade their younger relatives from learning it altogether, which sparked many an argument in the household. As with all things forbidden, it only grew more and more until the Talonii started truly fighting each other. Blood was being shed over the use of magic forbidden by the elders. Young Tayna'len's parents had been learning magic, and they were punished harshly for it. Many of her closest loved ones had died while learning magic, and she had witnessed cruelty firsthand. Years of cruelty and punishment had caused many to fight or flee, and so did Tayna'len with her relatives. They were escaping by the skin of their teeth from the Talonii elders, who were hunting them, never staying in one place for too long. Many of those who had spent those years on the run were still expanding their knowledge of magic until they had finally become capable of truly fighting back. The tide had begun to turn as those who learned magic began to beat back the elders with their newly obtained knowledge. They sieged the home of the elders, where they lived together. However, they were not much different than those who hunted them, as they had brutally killed the head of the Talonii during that siege, causing the proverbial floodgates to open and unleash total war. It lasted for over a century, tearing the Talonii apart and causing much pain on both sides. By the time it had ended, countless members were dead or missing, and even more were left grieving for the loss of their loved ones. As far as Tayna'len was concerned, she was left alone to rebuild the Talonii. She was unwilling to work with the older members who had perpetuated the conflict for so long and decided to start fresh. Over time, she met and fell in love twice, starting the Talonii anew. She had two sons, one with each father, and though their fathers were different, they treated each other as Talonii no matter what. Tayna'len had instilled in them the virtue of Talonii first, to protect those closest, so that what she went through for all those years would never repeat itself again. These brothers would have children and expand the Talonii, each in their own way, but as one Talonii with two bloodlines. Their descendants have come to live in the lands of Celia'nor, some settling down and others wandering, yet never forgetting their blood ties. The current members of Py'lrie have fought to defend Celia'nor, and for their loyalty and dedication, they were rewarded as some of the most well-respected nobles in the land. Beliefs & Morals Talonii First As far as beliefs go, the Talonii hold one thing above all others and consider it paramount. To them, it is almost sacred, and breaking away from it is out of the question. This belief is evident when speaking to a member of the Talonii; they all abide by it as if it were indisputable. This all stems back to Tayna'len and her own experiences, where she cast aside all those who betrayed this ideal and started anew. Betrayal of Talonii To the Py'lrie, going against your Talonii is a cardinal sin that will be punished severely, no matter the situation. If you kill another member of the Talonii, they are to be hunted for the rest of your life. Though not all deceptions are so great as to lead to death, some are of a lesser nature. However small, though, the memories of the mali are lengthy, and they will remind you for the rest of your life what you've done wrong. Betrayal of Friends & In-laws The closest of friends are considered dear, although not akin to Talonii. They would protect them closely and be very loyal to them; for if one is not loyal to their friends, how could they be loyal to their talonii? Those who marry into the Talonii are treated as equals, although they would be cast out more easily for mistakes. Natural & Unnatural Deaths If one passes from natural causes, they are well taken care of during their dying days. The Talonii tries to fulfill any wishes and stays by their side until the end. It is not uncommon, though, for dying members of the Talonii to find it too unbearable to be with their loved ones before the end and to disappear abruptly. The Talonii itself assumes that when an elderly member disappears like that, they are leaving to die in solitude. The death of a Talonii member is a grave matter, and they would mourn their loss greatly. The Talonii mourn them day-to-day, with each day representing a year in the life of the member who passed. They do this out of respect and for the time they spent serving the Talonii during their lives. Traditions With Child When a Py'lrie is bearing a child, they are protected and cared for very well. It is tradition for those who are pregnant to always have at least one person assisting them. The person assisting must be trained in first aid in case something happens. Sometimes, those who are not members of the Talonii are entrusted with this role, and it is considered a great honor. Coming of Age Becoming an adult is an important and celebrated occurrence, and for the Py'lries, it occurs at the age of 30. To come of age means you are given the freedom to take whatever path in life, whether it be leaving and traveling or marriage. Marriage As far as the vow of matrimony is concerned, it is highly encouraged to find another High Elf to marry, and if you do not abide by this, it will be considered a mistake. It is not shameful, but it is discouraged. According to tradition, you are to be married facing the sea. In some instances, you may even be married on board an embarked ship! This stems from times when the hunted members of the Talonii fled, leaving many with no choice but to state their vows upon a ship. The marriage is to be approved and overseen by the head of the Talonii, and if it isn’t, it isn't considered official by the Py'lrie. Commemoration of Honor When a member of the Talonii dedicates their life to warfare, there is a grand celebration, for it is considered a great honor to protect your land. Traditional Markings Body art and markings have a long history among the Talonii, with various meanings and serving as reminders, both good and bad. The two markings are "Fih Kae'leh" and "Malieir." When a member of the Talonii recognizes the true meaning behind the words "Fih Kae'leh," they have it tattooed on their body in recognition. Most adult members of the Talonii have gotten this tattoo at some point, and it is considered a rite of passage by some. The marking "Malieir" is used to identify traitors–those who have committed the greatest treachery and betrayal. There is no escaping this fate, either, as those who run away before they are marked will be found, and the tattoo will be applied to them by force. Talonii Markings “Fih Kae’leh” “Feed Your Soul” is a phrase long passed down within the Py’lrie. It is taught to each member as an important lesson they must come to understand. In the eyes of the Talonii, one cannot truly care for and protect others until they can truly satisfy their own soul and care for themselves. “Malieir” “Betrayer” is a phrase branded on the palms of traitors and wrongdoers within the Talonii, showing the lands of Malin all the wrongs they’ve committed and having them disowned from the Py’lrie name and household. Those who murder other Talonii are branded once they are killed, and their marked corpses are abandoned in the forest to be forgotten. Personality Though the two branches have their differences, their biggest shared trait is their protectiveness. Both have a strong desire to protect what they have and their friends and Talonii. Similarly, all members of the Talonii have a strong desire and willingness to experience new things and are open-minded. They also have a deep, intrinsic connection to their Talonii and ancestors, often honoring them in times of need with shrines made for their ancestors, in particular Tayna'len Py'lrie and her two sons. However, their similarities end there, as they have very different ways to show these tendencies. Elauthinleon's bloodline is quick to act and decisive in times of need, especially when it comes to Talonii. They are temperamental but not overly violent. They are far more sedentary, having settled down and grown to love the land they live on. Overall, they are far more disciplined than their cousins, with a bit of a stern countenance. They are more inclined to physical activity and exercise, generally being quite athletic. Panithleon's branch, on the other hand, is free-spirited and artistic to the core. They are always on the move, seeking out the new and unknown so that they may experience it and learn more about the world they live in. Due to their less strict nature, they often have an easier time connecting with people they meet and befriending them. Their way of showing affection and love is through gifts. Physical Appearance & Traits For the most part, the two branches of the Talonii share several traits, as they have inherited much from Tayna'len Py'lrie. For instance, both predominantly have blonde hair and faded blue eyes. Many members of the Talonii also have wavy hair, as opposed to the more common straight hair. Their skin is generally quite pale, and they stand over six feet tall. Both sides of the Talonii also share a common allergy to honey and bees. Of course, regardless of the shared mother, the two different branches are bound to have some distinguishing traits due to the different fathers in both. Elauthinleon Py'lrie's branch occasionally has members with pale green eyes as well as white hair in addition to the previously mentioned blonde hair and blue eyes of both branches. Overall, the members of this branch are taller than their cousins. The biggest differentiator is their different ear shapes, as theirs point backwards instead of upwards. They have narrow eyes, slim and sharp features, and generally many small birthmarks over their bodies. Panithleon Py'lrie's branch has a rare few members with distinct purple eyes, with their skin being paler than their cousins. Some of them would occasionally also have a more silvery blonde hair color and be a little shorter than the other branch. Their ears tend to be pointed upwards quite a bit more than their cousins, and their features are noticeably softer with kind eyes. The one birthmark that stands out is the one strand of very white hair at the back of their head. [OOC: Py'lrie Discord: https://discord.gg/g8swJr6Nms ]

The Py’lrie sigil, captivating a representation of the Talinii ancestors, Tayna’len and her two sons, Elauthinleon and Panithleon, shown at the two albino panthers by her side. History The Py'lrie have been around for a long time, but for most people, it's easiest to divide their history into two sections, both connected by one figure: Tayna'len. She's the only one who's lived long enough to see the Talonii grow from their bloody past of infighting and internal conflict to a much more peaceful and united Talonii. The Talonii's true conflict started with the appearance of magic in the bloodline. Those who were old and traditional opposed it staunchly, as it was different and new. They forbade their younger relatives from learning it altogether, which sparked many an argument in the household. As with all things forbidden, it only grew more and more until the Talonii started truly fighting each other. Blood was being shed over the use of magic forbidden by the elders. Young Tayna'len's parents had been learning magic, and they were punished harshly for it. Many of her closest loved ones had died while learning magic, and she had witnessed cruelty firsthand. Years of cruelty and punishment had caused many to fight or flee, and so did Tayna'len with her relatives. They were escaping by the skin of their teeth from the Talonii elders, who were hunting them, never staying in one place for too long. Many of those who had spent those years on the run were still expanding their knowledge of magic until they had finally become capable of truly fighting back. The tide had begun to turn as those who learned magic began to beat back the elders with their newly obtained knowledge. They sieged the home of the elders, where they lived together. However, they were not much different than those who hunted them, as they had brutally killed the head of the Talonii during that siege, causing the proverbial floodgates to open and unleash total war. It lasted for over a century, tearing the Talonii apart and causing much pain on both sides. By the time it had ended, countless members were dead or missing, and even more were left grieving for the loss of their loved ones. As far as Tayna'len was concerned, she was left alone to rebuild the Talonii. She was unwilling to work with the older members who had perpetuated the conflict for so long and decided to start fresh. Over time, she met and fell in love twice, starting the Talonii anew. She had two sons, one with each father, and though their fathers were different, they treated each other as Talonii no matter what. Tayna'len had instilled in them the virtue of Talonii first, to protect those closest, so that what she went through for all those years would never repeat itself again. These brothers would have children and expand the Talonii, each in their own way, but as one Talonii with two bloodlines. Their descendants have come to live in the lands of Celia'nor, some settling down and others wandering, yet never forgetting their blood ties. The current members of Py'lrie have fought to defend Celia'nor, and for their loyalty and dedication, they were rewarded as some of the most well-respected nobles in the land. Beliefs & Morals Talonii First As far as beliefs go, the Talonii hold one thing above all others and consider it paramount. To them, it is almost sacred, and breaking away from it is out of the question. This belief is evident when speaking to a member of the Talonii; they all abide by it as if it were indisputable. This all stems back to Tayna'len and her own experiences, where she cast aside all those who betrayed this ideal and started anew. Betrayal of Talonii To the Py'lrie, going against your Talonii is a cardinal sin that will be punished severely, no matter the situation. If you kill another member of the Talonii, they are to be hunted for the rest of your life. Though not all deceptions are so great as to lead to death, some are of a lesser nature. However small, though, the memories of the mali are lengthy, and they will remind you for the rest of your life what you've done wrong. Betrayal of Friends & In-laws The closest of friends are considered dear, although not akin to Talonii. They would protect them closely and be very loyal to them; for if one is not loyal to their friends, how could they be loyal to their talonii? Those who marry into the Talonii are treated as equals, although they would be cast out more easily for mistakes. Natural & Unnatural Deaths If one passes from natural causes, they are well taken care of during their dying days. The Talonii tries to fulfill any wishes and stays by their side until the end. It is not uncommon, though, for dying members of the Talonii to find it too unbearable to be with their loved ones before the end and to disappear abruptly. The Talonii itself assumes that when an elderly member disappears like that, they are leaving to die in solitude. The death of a Talonii member is a grave matter, and they would mourn their loss greatly. The Talonii mourn them day-to-day, with each day representing a year in the life of the member who passed. They do this out of respect and for the time they spent serving the Talonii during their lives. Traditions With Child When a Py'lrie is bearing a child, they are protected and cared for very well. It is tradition for those who are pregnant to always have at least one person assisting them. The person assisting must be trained in first aid in case something happens. Sometimes, those who are not members of the Talonii are entrusted with this role, and it is considered a great honor. Coming of Age Becoming an adult is an important and celebrated occurrence, and for the Py'lries, it occurs at the age of 30. To come of age means you are given the freedom to take whatever path in life, whether it be leaving and traveling or marriage. Marriage As far as the vow of matrimony is concerned, it is highly encouraged to find another High Elf to marry, and if you do not abide by this, it will be considered a mistake. It is not shameful, but it is discouraged. According to tradition, you are to be married facing the sea. In some instances, you may even be married on board an embarked ship! This stems from times when the hunted members of the Talonii fled, leaving many with no choice but to state their vows upon a ship. The marriage is to be approved and overseen by the head of the Talonii, and if it isn’t, it isn't considered official by the Py'lrie. Commemoration of Honor When a member of the Talonii dedicates their life to warfare, there is a grand celebration, for it is considered a great honor to protect your land. Traditional Markings Body art and markings have a long history among the Talonii, with various meanings and serving as reminders, both good and bad. The two markings are "Fih Kae'leh" and "Malieir." When a member of the Talonii recognizes the true meaning behind the words "Fih Kae'leh," they have it tattooed on their body in recognition. Most adult members of the Talonii have gotten this tattoo at some point, and it is considered a rite of passage by some. The marking "Malieir" is used to identify traitors–those who have committed the greatest treachery and betrayal. There is no escaping this fate, either, as those who run away before they are marked will be found, and the tattoo will be applied to them by force. Talonii Markings “Fih Kae’leh” “Feed Your Soul” is a phrase long passed down within the Py’lrie. It is taught to each member as an important lesson they must come to understand. In the eyes of the Talonii, one cannot truly care for and protect others until they can truly satisfy their own soul and care for themselves. “Malieir” “Betrayer” is a phrase branded on the palms of traitors and wrongdoers within the Talonii, showing the lands of Malin all the wrongs they’ve committed and having them disowned from the Py’lrie name and household. Those who murder other Talonii are branded once they are killed, and their marked corpses are abandoned in the forest to be forgotten. Personality Though the two branches have their differences, their biggest shared trait is their protectiveness. Both have a strong desire to protect what they have and their friends and Talonii. Similarly, all members of the Talonii have a strong desire and willingness to experience new things and are open-minded. They also have a deep, intrinsic connection to their Talonii and ancestors, often honoring them in times of need with shrines made for their ancestors, in particular Tayna'len Py'lrie and her two sons. However, their similarities end there, as they have very different ways to show these tendencies. Elauthinleon's bloodline is quick to act and decisive in times of need, especially when it comes to Talonii. They are temperamental but not overly violent. They are far more sedentary, having settled down and grown to love the land they live on. Overall, they are far more disciplined than their cousins, with a bit of a stern countenance. They are more inclined to physical activity and exercise, generally being quite athletic. Panithleon's branch, on the other hand, is free-spirited and artistic to the core. They are always on the move, seeking out the new and unknown so that they may experience it and learn more about the world they live in. Due to their less strict nature, they often have an easier time connecting with people they meet and befriending them. Their way of showing affection and love is through gifts. Physical Appearance & Traits For the most part, the two branches of the Talonii share several traits, as they have inherited much from Tayna'len Py'lrie. For instance, both predominantly have blonde hair and faded blue eyes. Many members of the Talonii also have wavy hair, as opposed to the more common straight hair. Their skin is generally quite pale, and they stand over six feet tall. Both sides of the Talonii also share a common allergy to honey and bees. Of course, regardless of the shared mother, the two different branches are bound to have some distinguishing traits due to the different fathers in both. Elauthinleon Py'lrie's branch occasionally has members with pale green eyes as well as white hair in addition to the previously mentioned blonde hair and blue eyes of both branches. Overall, the members of this branch are taller than their cousins. The biggest differentiator is their different ear shapes, as theirs point backwards instead of upwards. They have narrow eyes, slim and sharp features, and generally many small birthmarks over their bodies. Panithleon Py'lrie's branch has a rare few members with distinct purple eyes, with their skin being paler than their cousins. Some of them would occasionally also have a more silvery blonde hair color and be a little shorter than the other branch. Their ears tend to be pointed upwards quite a bit more than their cousins, and their features are noticeably softer with kind eyes. The one birthmark that stands out is the one strand of very white hair at the back of their head. [OOC: Py'lrie Discord: https://discord.gg/g8swJr6Nms ]

My Dearest Ladies and Gentlemen, I trust this missive finds you in the most auspicious of spirits and in the best of health. In the midst of our society, I, Lady Andria Aldin, humbly extend my warmest invitation to you, esteemed divorcees, to partake in an elegant and inclusive gathering of kindred spirits. In these times of societal transformation, it has come to my attention that there is a growing need for a sanctuary—not in the spiritual sense, but a sanctuary of understanding and camaraderie, for those whose hearts have weathered the tempestuous seas of matrimonial separation. It is with this in mind that I have conceived of the notion of "The Divorcee Club." Allow me to introduce myself, for those who may not yet have had the pleasure of our acquaintance. I am Lady Andria Aldin I have ventured through the intricate pathways of wedlock myself, experiencing the departure of my first husband under mysterious circumstances and the subsequent dissolution of my second marriage, which, I assure you, was conducted with all the decorum and respect befitting our station. Though I cannot say the same for the crotchfruit that fell quite far from the tree. "The Divorcee Club" shall provide a setting in which those of us who have trodden the path less traveled may gather. Our evenings shall be characterized by refinement and intellectual pursuits. The art of conversation shall reign supreme, and the essence of our gatherings will be an ode to the exchange of ideas, the appreciation of literature, and the celebration of fine wines. Picture, if you will, a gathering where we assemble to discuss the most exquisite works of literature, those that have offered solace in our hours of need and enlightenment in our moments of reflection. Let our tomes serve as the gateways to intellectual exchange and shared experiences. With that, our evenings shall be graced by the gentle clinking of crystal goblets filled with the finest wines. These nectars shall be our companions, and they shall whisper tales of lands near and far, carrying our souls to places as enchanting as the tales we shall peruse. I extend this invitation to each and every one of you, from those who have experienced the sting of heartache to those who have borne the burden of disappointment. In the heart of Vikela we shall come together, bringing solace and mirth into each other's lives. For while our circumstances may differ, our shared experiences will unite us in the most profound of ways. It is with utmost sincerity that I entreat you to grace us with your presence at "The Divorcee Club." A gathering of the heart, of the mind, and of the soul, where wine flows and knowledge blooms, as surely as the buds on the vine in spring. Should you be moved to accept this invitation, kindly respond at your earliest convenience so that we may anticipate your presence and prepare for your arrival. I eagerly await the privilege of your company and the opportunity to forge new connections amidst the pages of literature and the clinking of glasses. Yours with the deepest regard, Lady Andria Aldin

The Murder of a mage On what seemed like a rather ordinary night, the elven woman went about her errands in the enchanting realms of Aevos. She was an esteemed guest of the Hohkmati Enclave, a formidable mage, and her fatigue was clearly evident. An air of mystery enveloped her, as if some enigmatic burden weighed on her, beyond mortal understanding. Yet, her determination remained unwavering. Physical tasks appeared to drain her, often compelling her to harness her magical prowess to ease the strain on her body. Her magical abilities granted her respite from the demanding chores. On this particular occasion, she had returned to her homeland, the lands of Haelun’or, to engage in a discussion with the new Maheral, who had taken over following the resignation of the Miravaris. However, the streets of Haelun’or remained eerily vacant, the city's white marble façade contrasting with its lack of inhabitants. The high elves were deeply immersed in their studies and work. The elven woman sought out a skilled seamstress, an old friend, to ask for a favor. She was aware of a grand jubilee hosted by the Petran Queen, Renilde I, an acquaintance she had grown quite fond of, despite being human. The seamstress crafted a magnificent gown for her — a pitch-black dress that seemed to absorb all the light around it. Golden embellishments adorned its seams, and a matching golden belt cinched her waist. The dress was modest, covering her from neck to toe, leaving no trace of exposed skin; even her hands were concealed. The time came for her journey to the Commonwealth, initially by horseback. Yet, the physical demands proved overwhelming for the mage. With humility and respect, she decided to open a portal to simplify her passage to the realm of the Petran ruler. With a snap of her fingers, a shimmering white disc formed, and she gracefully walked through it, emerging near the entrance to the jubilee. The jubilee was enjoyable, though it didn't quite meet the standards of this high elven aristocrat, who could be rather snobbish. She greeted friends, savored a slice of cake, engaged in conversations, and even treated the children at the jubilee to a magical spectacle. As all good things do, this too came to an end, prompting her to make her departure for some much-needed rest. However, her exit didn't unfold as smoothly as expected. The exit was congested, with humans loitering and blocking her way. Her polite requests for them to move were met with hostility and disdain. Determined to avoid any violence, the adept mage resorted to her magical abilities. Ethereal white mists enveloped a troublesome lady, gently guiding her aside to create a path for the elf. Yet, it took only moments for violence to erupt. A human bishop, consumed by rage and seemingly beyond reason, seized the fragile elf by the throat and began to squeeze. Witnesses were convinced that something had taken hold of the bishop, for his actions were anything but holy. The elven mage, weakened by her connection to the Void, could only stand helplessly against the overpowering human. Eventually, the bishop's strength waned, for it was not typical for the elderly to resort to murder. He released the elf, who had already lost consciousness. Petran Court physicians would then rush to the scene to transport the elf to a clinic for examination. They discovered that the bishop had caused severe damage to the elf's trachea, and emergency surgery was imperative to restore her oxygen supply. The valiant medics, ever respectful, began preparing the frail elf for surgery in an attempt to save her life. Unfortunately, it was already too late. Her eyes grew dim, pupils dilated, and her body relaxed. The mission of the bishop had tragically succeeded. However, the elfess seemed at peace, her expression serene as if she had been smiling just before her life ebbed away. Perhaps if she had not been alone, she might have survived, but none had dared to confront the bishop, a formidable figure within the Canonist church.

Brothers and Sisters Ive saw a vision From the creator himself (yes i am a canonist) He said that the elves need to be converted so i decited to make a crusade against them! Those pesky infidels dont want to convert to our religion so ive decited that they should be converted by force! We need a lot of people to Make the crusade succesfull so ive decited to spread my word that you the reader are now reading to all of the canonists over the world! The partecipents of the crusade will be rewarded with land under the vassalisage of the King of the crusader state, And that King will Be Me. Lets make Aevos Great again!

art by afterblossom_art Welcome, to the mesmerizing year of Ahiuw le fleuve, an extraordinary season where friendships blossom, love ignites, and souls embark on the transformative journey from youth to adulthood. As the river weaves its way through the city, so do the aspirations of our young debutantes and gallant suitors. Amidst the splendor and grandeur, a coveted prize awaits—the illustrious titles of River Gems, a testament to the pinnacle of grace, charm, and allure. But beyond the pursuit of honor, let us revel in the profound connections and heartfelt emotions that intertwine, for Ahiuw le fleuve is a realm where dreams converge, and the magic of companionship lights the path to everlasting memories. -Mademoiselle Fleur DeLis, the Curator of Whispers Located Outside of Lurin within Vikela TIME TABLE DAY UN PRELUDE INTRODUCTIONS PRACTICE Welcome to the captivating "Prelude Introductions Practice"! Ladies and gentlemen, come together to refine the art of dance and presentation in anticipation of the grand ball. Expert tutors shall guide both females and males, ensuring every participant's grace and confidence enchant the dance floor. Afterward, join us at the tavern for a delightful, informal gathering, where laughter and camaraderie shall flourish. Embrace this enchanting prelude, setting the stage for an unforgettable night of elegance and revelry. TIME 3PM EST DAY DÉ AHIUW LE FLEUVE BALL Welcome to the grand Introduction Ball and presentations! Join us as bachelors and debutantes unite in a splendid celebration, mingling amidst a tapestry of enchantment. Debutes shall don exquisite gowns in resplendent River colors. Embrace the allure of formal attire, adorning oneself for this remarkable affair. Step into a world of refined enchantment and embark on an evening destined for cherished memories. TIME 4:30 PM EST DAY TRWA AMOUR AFLOAT: THE CHARMING BOAT RACE Embark on a thrilling race of lover boats, where passion and skill collide on the shimmering waters! Join us for an exhilarating competition as participants navigate their elegantly adorned boats to victory. Feel the rush of the wind and the beating of your heart as you steer towards the finish line. The winner shall be rewarded with a cherished prize, symbolizing their triumph and adoration. Let the race begin, igniting a playful spirit of friendly competition and unforgettable moments of romance on this enchanting day. TIME 1PM EST DAY KAT SECRET GARDEN SOIRÉE A captivating event that transforms a hidden garden into a realm of romance and intrigue. Bathed in the soft glow of floating lanterns, participants are encouraged to engage in secret trysts, whispered conversations, and stolen glances. Embark on a treasure hunt, where small floating lanterns hold clues, fostering teamwork and excitement. As you navigate the garden's mysteries, unravel hidden secrets, and embrace the allure of the night, let the floating lanterns guide your path toward unforgettable moments of connection and discovery. TIME 3PM LOVE LETTER EXCHANGE Join us for an event where participants can share heartfelt letters expressing their thoughts and intentions. Embrace the intrigue and anticipation as these letters find their way to a collection of charming chests, each labeled with its recipient's name. Discover the power of written words and thoughtful gestures, fostering connections and creating moments to be treasured. Step into this enchanting occasion, where expressions of genuine emotion and meaningful exchanges take center stage. TIME ALL DAY DAY SINK RACE OF GENTLE GIANTS! Gather 'round as these charming capybaras showcase their laid-back yet determined nature in a delightful race. Bet on your favorite capybara and give them a ship name to show your support! Legend has it that if a capybara from your chosen team crosses the finish line, it signifies everlasting love. Let the excitement and anticipation fill the air as these adorable creatures capture our hearts with their lovable antics. Join us for a day of laughter, cheers, and heartwarming moments as we celebrate the unique spirit of the capybara in this unforgettable race. TIME 1PM TRIYONF KÈ KONTINYÈL: TOURNEY Brace yourself for a spirited competition where chivalry and valor meet on the battlefield of love. Participants shall showcase their prowess and dedication as they engage in captivating duels to win the title of the ultimate champion of hearts. Witness the clash of swords, the twinkle of determination in their eyes, and the unwavering passion that drives them forward. May the bravest and most gallant warrior emerge victorious, winning not only the tournament but also the admiration of all. TIME 4 PM DAY SIS MARDIS GRAS BALL Immerse yourself in the pinnacle of elegance at the Madris Ras Ball, hosted by the esteemed Court of River Gems. This illustrious event honors the gems of Chalcedony, Jasper, and Sapphire in ascending order of distinction. The Court of River Gems, with their discerning taste, curates a captivating theme for this grand celebration. Prepare to be enchanted as you step into a world brought to life by their imaginative vision. As a symbol of unity and potential matches, couples are encouraged to enter the ballroom together, presenting themselves as a harmonious pairing amidst the opulent splendor of the evening. With each gem representing a unique facet of beauty and grace, the Madris Ras Ball promises an evening of refined revelry, where elegance and creativity intertwine to create an unforgettable experience. TIME 4:30 PM HOST YOUR OWN EXCLUSIVE FUNCTION If you wish to host your own function please contact Lady Larissa and her council for all inquiries. For those who need help with the ongoing of this new and exciting by all means please seek out a council member as well as pursue through this handheld (Ahiuw Le Fleuve Guide for Debutes) ALL GUESTS ARE WELCOME TO ATTEND ANY THE EVENTS. Sign up will officially close before the events of Day Two. To sign up please open the attached letter.

[!] Through realms it soared, that parchment fair, Alive it seemed, though worn with care. Freshness and age in tandem danced, A tapestry of time, delicately enhanced. Once upon a time, in the heart of the Silver Walls, Larihei's flock stood united. The harmony of our work, the unity of our purpose, was a testament to the strength of our society. But as the inexorable hands of time continue to spin, society too, shifts and evolves. It is a reality we cannot ignore - change is inevitable, and we must keep pace, or risk stagnation. As I write this, it is not without a sense of abandonment that I observe the plight of those seeking enlightenment. Our people, who were once open-minded, now shun those who dare to think outside the confines of conformity. A once vibrant society, reduced to a mere echo of its former self, a victim of a corrupt hegemony that has insidiously infiltrated and darkened the minds of the children of Silver. This transgression, this sacrilege against our essence, can only be absolved by Her, the one true shepherd, Larihei. I pen these words, not in despair, but with a resounding call to anyone who would listen. The era of Larihei has not passed into the annals of forgotten history. Our shepherd will return, I am certain of it. She will return to guide the lost, to enlighten those who have strayed from the path of wisdom and unity. A sense of anticipation fills me as I end today's entry. I am filled with hope for a future where the Silver Walls, both of the Stars and the Mother echo once again with the harmonious work of Larihei's united flock. It is a future we must strive for, a future we owe to the generations that will come after us. We must turn a blind eye to the supposed leaders of this world, their minds marred by the corrosive touch of power, an affliction even the mightiest aren't immune to. However, we, the children of Silver, must remember that we are bound by a bond deeper than any traditional kinship. We are brothers and sisters in spirit, bound by the principles of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, a bond that roots deeper than any other. In this grand tapestry of existence, we mustn't let our hearts be darkened by the shadows of anger, hate, and grudges. Instead, we ought to embrace the vibrancy of our differences, view them not as dividers but as unique threads that add depth and richness to our collective story. Each variation, each nuance, offers a lesson, an opportunity for growth and mutual understanding. We are different pages of the same grand book, unique chapters in the story of Larihei’s children. We must turn these pages with respect and reverence, learning from each other's narratives, for in this lies the path to our collective enlightenment. May Larihei guide us all.

[!] Representation of lavishly adorned coronation day halls The moment has come to lay aside the generation and elect a new leader, The Republic of Vikela's Paramount deserves a full celebration and coronation, which is now. One that the previous paramount never experienced, a sigh of relief within the realm, the bright optimism that the river will wash away the doubts as the roots are washed anew. This Grand Harvest, the coronation will take place in the courtroom of the Vemvane Ardrossan Castle. Following the coronation, the new Paramount will offer a brief address, to start their first day a festival will be held within the gate to square to celebrate. As long as goodwill is maintained, all are invited to the coronation. Please be mindful that everyone will be searched at the gate. VALLLO TOUJOU COURI VALLHIUW Her Grace, Leika Juno De Astrea, Paramount , Duchess of Ardrossan. Princess of Abrhami, La Renarde of Uhierie The Council of Vikela

Formed 13th of Malin's Welcome, 113 SA Present Chief: Fal'leon Maehr'uhier “Ohowaki maehran, Ellaurir ay’Ibaran. lyun ito heya’leh orrarnan, kaenan’leh ortilrun nae illerae Kaean’leh Sirame aynae’leh lye myumierae Oh Ohowaki ormaehr, ehya leyuan, nae’leh ahern kae illera.” The Owl of Knowledge and Wisdom reaps the skies with silent wing beats. Those who follow under her masterful guidance pride themselves upon their dedication to both learning and teaching; the scholars of the world. It is with the Maehr’uhier that such scholars may find a home, a commune to foster their knowledge and bring unto them new heights. Titles Sohae’maehr - Chief Mar’maehr - Elder Maehr’onn - Member Fi’maehr - Seeker _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Values of The Owl Knowledge Wisdom Teaching Patience Curiosity Growth _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Trials of Initiation Trial of Knowledge The Fi’maehr must locate and return with a piece of knowledge not yet stored in the Maehr’uhier collection. If they’re unsure what is collected, they are encouraged to both ask and read away. The resulting piece may come in any form, from a history book to a bardic tale, however it must be documented in some fashion to be returned to in another instance. Trial of Sight The Fi’maehr is to find and speak to a minimum of 4 people with varying gifts or religions. They are to ask what they are, how long they’ve pursued this path, why they chose it, and (most importantly) how has it affected their world views and philosophies. Gifts may include: Voidal mages, druids, paladins, shaman, dark mages, alchemists, canonists, and any others one may find Trial of Understanding The Fi’maehr must find a person who they disagree with strongly in any capacity, due to personal reasons or morals, and come to a mutual agreement on something together. This cannot be something surface level like a favourite food, but rather on something deeper and meaningful. The purpose of such is to learn from those whom you do not see eye to eye, and realize value in all perspectives. Trial of Independence For one year, or an elven week, the Fi’maehr must make themselves home within the wilderness. In this time, they may not speak, write, or communicate with any words to anyone. The Fi’maehr may be around others, but asking for help is prohibited. Like Ohowaki, they will be silent. Proof of such endeavors will be a record of things they see and hear during this time, all observations of descendants and nature they deem interesting enough to note. Trial of Wisdom To conclude the trials of the Maehr’uhier, the Fi’maehr must come to learn of the Mani in which they will study under. Return with an apt description of Ohowaki, her teachings, how to pray to her, and so forth. This final act will tie in to the following celebration of your acceptance. Continually, recitement of her primary prayer must be accomplished successfully. It is advised that items of worship are collected during this time, as they will be needed further on. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Rites of Passage Rite of The Flesh Ilmyumier has been adopted as part of the Maehr’uhier tradition at the time of forging and so forth. The markings are distinct in both pattern and colour, and must remain consistent. White tattoos are to be worn onto their flesh before the rest of the seed, presenting themselves to the world with the markings of Ohowaki. However, the Maehr’onn may choose the location of their markings, it is common practice to get them on the chest or dominant arm. Continually, those who come to be bequeathed the title of Chief are to dawn similar white tattoos across their eyes and the bridge of their nose, coming to a point to resemble the beak of an owl. Others may bare facial marks as well, however they must not resemble the chiefly tattoos while maintaining the pattern and colours. Rite of The Talon While combative ability is hardly revered as something sought out, the ability to navigate combat with cunning and wit is something that is encouraged within the Maehr’uhier seed. Because of such, the secondary rite of passage into the seed is to bear a custom forged blade designed by the Fledgling Maehr’onn, forged by themselves or a chosen smith. Typically, the blade is to bear the image of an owl in some form, via feathers, an owl head, or another viable option. Rite of The Binding An important rite of community and devotion to seedmates. Wrapping one's wrists and forearms in bandages that have been dipped in herbs of healing, this rite is dedicated not to oneself but those around them. The Maehr’onn wears these bandages to protect their most vital veins upon their wrists, they’re to be worn at all times, however may be changed and rewrapped in private. To remove such bandaging is an action of incredible importance, and is only encouraged to be done exclusively when aiding another who’s in dire need of the healing herbs that aid in recovery. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A Fledgling Maehr'onn When a Fi’maehr, those who commit to taking the trials of the Maehr’uhier, complete their tasks and are fully accepted into the Seed, a celebration is to be held in honour of their accomplishments. A show of gratitude too for the new knowledge they may offer. Prayer The celebration shall begin with an offering of thanks to Ohowaki for granting a new scholar to the Seed. Each Maehr’onn and above will gather together in silence bearing an item of offering in their hands. The ceremony is to be led by the Fledgling with the aid of the Seeds Sohae’maehr, location subject to change based on how the Fledgling wishes to orient their ceremony. Practice Following the ceremony, the Seed may reconvene in another location or remain in that of their prayer. In either resulting setting, the newly graduated Maehr’onn is to share the results of their trials with the Seed so that they may provide knowledge and teach others what they have learned, displaying one of the Seeds Rites Party To conclude the celebrations, the formal endeavors may break into a party. The Seed may do so in any way seen fit or preferred by the Fledgling, however the aspect in which a new Maehr’uhier is celebrated for their accomplishment is pertinent. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Orrar’parmayilu When a wedding is to occur between a Seed member and another of any origin, they may opt to take part in the Maehr’uhier tradition of an orrar’parmayilu, or in common tongue, a bridal hunt. Brought from Bwadi culture into ‘ame, the hunt is to not only act as a premarital celebration, but to build upon existing friendships between both the bride and groom’s companions and further unify the pairs' lives. Both teams are to be in matching disguises, their appearances hidden from the opposition. Participants may be same or opposite sex, in the result of a homosexual couple, they must agree on who is given which role. Mal’mayilu The side of the groom is effectively in the dark, made reliant on their cunning and problem solving skills to endure the event. The Mal’mayilu meet in an enclosed location of their choosing to drink and plan their course of action, while awaiting the end of the prehunt time. Following the beginning of the hunt, the Mal’mayilu bear a single task; find the bride. However, doing so comes with challenges to be faced. Members of the Lari’mayilu may be found running about the hunt location, and can be halted by Mal’mayilu to be interrogated. The option of a riddle is presented to the hunter, however engaging in combat may also be chosen should it be wished. If either engagement is successful, the Mal’mayilu is to be given another riddle that pertains to the location of the bride. If the Mal’mayilu are successful in locating the bride, they must return her to the husband In the instance that they are successful in doing so, the Orrar’parmayilu will be completed and further celebrations such as drinking may ensue. Lari’mayilu The side of the bride is that of misdirection, one must utilize skills in outwitting others to keep hidden. Prior to the hunt beginning, the Lari’mayilu are to hide the bride away in a secret location, to which they must comprise a series of hints to provide given they are beaten by the mal’mayilu. The bride herself is permitted to leave this location and join the hunt, disguised as another member of the Lari’mayilu, however must return at certain points to maintain function of the hints. The Lari’mayilu are each given a riddle to tell if they are caught by an opposing Mal’mayilu, however are noted to be prepared for combat. In the instances in which they are beaten in either scenario, they must both give a hint to their combattant, as well as unmask themselves so that opposing Mal’maiylu don’t pursue them a second time. If the bride is found by members of the Mal’maiylu that are not the groom himself, the Lari’maiylu are tasked with hindering their attempts at transporting the bride via combat or other forms of misdirective trickery! If they fail to do so, the Orrar’parmayilu will be completed and further celebrations such as drinking may ensue.

Maehr'Sae Hiylun'ehya Aher'Dagr: Blessed Warfare _______________________________________________________ -Sillumiran changing patrols near a statue of a young Seth Calith "Poverty comes easily to these soils, this south land where many lessers have trod. Though to us? Courage is native to these hearts. The fruit of Wisdom and Strong Law. Through use of Wisdom we keep ourselves free of Tyranny or Poverty" -Pamphilos of The Hyptos, on colonizing the south _________________________________________________________________ Preface: It is true, that to many who have come to the south have done so to escape harsh realities of the lands of the north. Old kingdoms had risen and fallen in the south, even during the time man had held it in his grasp, it was not easily tamed, for they too were picked apart by nomads and their walls lay ruined. Just as the islanders, and of so many more. Yet what separates the wheat from the chaff, that adversary, that trial to overcome? That is where LIFE is had. TRUE life. Where all is to gain. We have many privileges, but always should you seek to see them greater! Always have we embodied that spirit, but perhaps no time more than now! The Silver Soul Sings for her Motherland! For it is by our hands, our spears, our shields that we raise you, and in your embrace we are held! It has ALWAYS been true! Since even that antediluvian age when Larihei lead the first of the 'aheral to found and defend the first sacred cihi. Not shy to raise heavy blade and shield or staff and spell to take what was needed and guard once gained! Not evil or disorderly, It is an act most sacred and revered. For it is in these ages we shape the course of true eternity. After all, Eternal is our Motherland, our Motherland is Eternal. ______________________________________________________________ -Larihei of War, leading the blessed citizenry on the solemn duty, her owl, wide-gazing as they guard their sacred citystate Let us now speak upon the ways of BLESSED WARFARE! Aher'Dagr, the way of Blessed War represents a true and sacred method of battle, it is by these ethics and codes we perform so as to stand as one concise unit against all foes! Even if we are made of great individuals. After all, individually a great silvered hero may be able to stand against any foe, but in their discipline, together? None could ever best them. May they be learned by those all, even in passing do they impart the ancient lessons of our blessed society. Camaraderie - Together, stalwart. Neighbor besides neighbor, family guarding family Sacred Spirit - Pure, Unbroken, our sacred blood, our ancient ways. We have much to stand for, and more to take Bravery - Defiant, Mighty, grand of courage and hearty in thought and deed! Never bent Loyalty - Our ancient bonds are deep, and not so easily should it shatter All of these epitomized in our Blessed Warfare! Fight! So none extra may bleed our sacred blood! __________________________________________________________ -Certain Mali'thilln Hero parading after victory over a Snelven Prince 'Killing is the greatest act of Greed,' quote the BRIGHTLORD. This is true! For why would you celebrate these acts that would seemingly debase the soul? It is because, in my deed, thought, and action, I seek not to lay mere death upon my foe, but every encounter to better myself and truly become more perfect, the greater hero of my people! In these times we find ourselves in, it is more important than ever to strengthen yourself and seek to grow to be even greater! Indeed, in this time of ASCENT, where legends are made, and we grow ever-mighty, may we rejoice! For never have we strayed from our most ANCIENT TRADITIONS!!!! Since the most ancient times, the Elven Phalanx has been the premier method of war, it is through these traditions passed on through el'sillumiran and the multitudes of the bands of battle of the various elven citystates, that we can see truly what is right! To battle together, shield to shield, spikes levied against our foe is to be a force stronger than even MIGHTY scattered individuals! If a minotaur charged your line? You have a ton of spikes aimed at it and shields! If a magic user is casting spells? Throw a spear or sling! You have rows of others ready to do the same! If there is an impassable obstruction? Scatter! Reform with discipline to protect your casters and rear ranks! You can count upon heroic specialists to fill out other roles! _______________________________________________________________________________ -Least Magical Elven Phalanx _______________________________________________________________________________ Indeed, who can ever forget the tale of the Night of Four Drakes! For in that time, Haelun'or was not waging great campaign, and instead, the citizenry was made of the multitudes. Those many and varied who brought their skills as individuals to make our community brighter and wealthier! Wiser and stronger. Though, in that night of rejoicing, quickly did the alarm klaxons sound and worry take over the scene. Fiendish Drakes had flown forth to engage! Though, well-drilled and organized, Mali'thilln rallied before their Sillumiran. The two on duty served their parts well as sergeants of the populace! Defenders of the silver law! For they had drilled into the citizens, the formations of their 'aheral lines, their spears levied they did Hard Battle alongside that brave silver warrior, whilst the specialist sharpshooter, in shining mail drew his bow, and with his arrows, felled two of those invaders of the flight of drakes! The others felled by spikes of the phalanx! SO much rejoicing, as TOGETHER the strong citizenry defended themselves and their sacred motherland! Suffering no casualty, save for injury of the brave sillumir commander, and an auxiliary visitor! Indeed, shoulder to shoulder, defending your fellow citizens is the safest place to make war! -Wouldn't it be great to have a fellow hero besides you? _______________________________________________________________________________________ Listed here are descriptions of the various forces in service to the Great Silver Citystate Auxiliary Citizen Soldier Sillumiran Blessed Band _____________________________________________________________________________________ -Common is it to see men of the tribe, foreigners and expats coming to take privilege, utilizing their skills In this era, silver armies are composed of great forces! Many derived not just from the core citizenry and her colonies, but even from lands far afield! Foreigners, and ex-patriots, those who wish to find themselves at the benefit of our blessed society, Indeed, Seek out the benefits that arise when one has served as Auxiliary, as no matter if you are a dwarf, an elf, or even a stunted High-Goblin, you will earn the same great privileges and offers bestowed to even Citizen Soldiers who arise to become Sillumiran! A quart of silver, Land, and the servants to tend it! Auxiliaries who prove themselves superb in character and skill may be asked to directly enter a Sillumiran specialization should they be recommended by their comrades in the silver army to their betters! Their most common roles tend to be to serve as policemen under Sillumir captains, or to fight along with the citizenry in war. Auxiliaries who volunteer for, or perform impressive tasks are most beloved in the city! Most have come from abroad, places as far afield as the great Scydrian Steppe, who's horse archers and charioteers are greatly prized, to the expats of Starland, who return for the promise of a pure life free of the looming darkness of their claimed land. All are welcome to earn privileges, as it is a deed most blessed! ___________________________________________ -After All, This is LITERALLY us The Citizen Soldier is the common Mali'thilln! Prepped and capable! With arms provided by the state! For it is assumed that even the most common Mali'thilln in accordance to Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya has tuned their bodies and minds with drills and practice to make themselves useful even in sudden battle. More often than not the sole reason for our Mighty Citystate's successes has been a populace which has always been ready to don the Silver Helm of Battle and defend their Sacred Motherland with spear and spell! Indeed, from their ranks that magicians and other experts such as alchemists and casters have proven critical! It is around them, that many a wise Commander of Armies has built a force around! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ -“Enact the Silver Law with an Iron Fist, our foes forever kept at bay by the authority of the Blessed Republic... Sillumiran, The Weeping Blades, it is they who have undertaken the oath to Larihei of Law, to uphold her ways and the mandates of our ancient democracies. They are members of the Citizen Soldiers who have chosen to serve, and in times of war they are known as the veteran forces. Heavily drilled and determined, for in their sacred oaths they undertake the impurity of general battle, of even being forced to harm those of sacred blood in times of dire circumstance. It is these units clad in full armor, and gleaming silver shields that serve as sergeants and vanguard, in the 'aheral phalanx and many varied roles! Starting with the most seldom seen Vihai, whom only whispers are herd of their vital deeds, to the general forces from whom the heavy ranks are drawn the legendary Jaggernoth, the 'Aheral Cataphracts, the Silver Magicians, though in their ancient roles as Guardians of The Silver Order, El'sillumiran serve as the city's guard of the blessed citizens first and foremost. Sillumiran are subsidized by the state, with their own housing, education, and silver paid in their name. Once promoted to a specialization, el'sillumiranare granted a quart of silver, land, and the servants to tend it! Which is most typically used to expand their Talonnii's holdings and status. ________________________________________________________________________________________ -A farmer has the tools of their trade, a 'Lad' has tools of their own TRULY, battle is best only when it yields substantial reward. So if it is WEALTH, and PRIVILEGE, that are best when taken by the tip of a spear, then none can be more gifted with such blessings than that very own Chosen of The Blessed Band! This is a specialized band, which in its wide and varied service has more than once been the key linchpin to securing our great republic and valiant democracy! Indeed, these are HEROS! Their tools are the shield and spear, for it is by those they take sweet wine from the vine, their wealth and bring blessings to our citystate. If one was to ask the typical citizen what is their profession, be they sillumiran or not, they may answer plainly things such as tailor, or mason, lawman, scribe... But to ask one of the Blessed Band is to get a simple reply! War! War! War! Amongst this Band of no MERE soldiers, but WARRIORS, those PICKED for this most specialized band. Hand chosen from the ranks of the mightiest sillumiran, or citizen troops, or raised up through ways of ancient sacred training, the 'Gymnos'Yallir'. They must actively practice That 'Blessed Life'. This is a state where one does not need, for he is provided for by his lands, talonnii, or estate, where one is free to display and practice their profession full time just as any other job, for indeed they must be an expert at their field. It often does not allow much room to be toiling for mere existence. Luckily, nearly all of the citizens of our blessed citystate are those birthed into means! ________________________________________________________________ A final message to those who have not forgotten ....... The Citadel beckons. Elcihi invites you home, mali'thill. Your eternal paradise awaits you. It is the duty of the immortal to live amidst their kin. Forsake the descendants and live with your fellow mali'aheral.. It is the will of Larihei. Your privileges to be vast, and succor you will find.

Winter Wonderland Fest Snow? SNOW! Snow EVERYWHERE! The snow trickles down from the leaves, falling atop of a young elfess’ head she’d run to the side of her Haelun laughing happily.Icicles dripping from the tree branches, the fruits covered with a slight frost. The stands and games for the Winter Festival are prepared by citizens. Everyone works in harmony, celebrating these somewhat joyus times! Amaethea invites friends to its lands in an enjoyment of Winter; a lax season for the Amaethean lands, but celebrated nonetheless. The festivities will include free food and drink, various games, and more. The festival will be held in the fruit orchard that rests outside the main city. If you wish to have a stand in the festival contact Miss Ullruthir Krisswynn! (( veres#8800 )) PENNED AND SIGNED, Ullruthir Kriswynn, Matriarch of Krisswynn Evgenija Larian SPECIAL INVITES ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: ARISTOCRACY OF AMEATHEA His Royal Highness, Acanthus Onar Tailime'onn Daesmon Silma, High Prince of Elvendom and Ameathea, and Prince Of Thorns @AgentofDeath13 Her Royal Highness, Aleasia Ithelen, Princess-Consort of Ameathea & Elvenesse @Phersades Her Royal Highness, Idril Slyvaeri, Princess-Heiress to Ameathea & Elvenesse @JJosey His highness, Kosher Daesmon, Prince of Ameathea @Pancho Her Ladyship, Stalashal Vuln'mirel, Lady Commander of Ameathea @TaytoTot His Grace, The Taur and Duke of Helious, Lord Steward of Ameathea, Jarad Munnel @JoshBright FORIGEN DELIGATIONS Alexander I King of Balian and his citizens @Shmeepicus His Royal Majesty Karl III King of Hanseti and Ruska and his citizens@GMRO Willy of San’Velku and the Iron Horde @Cloakedsphere Netseth Loa’Chil, Primarch of Nor’asath and his citizens@ColonelKuehl1 Charlie I King of Aaun and his citizens @seannie Agnar Grandaxe King of Urguan and his citizens @Legoboy7984

1 Hour Loop "Why do I still live?" (Extended version) To those who I favored most, who now know not of where they are… For the days I have spent, wondering, dreaming, and traveling around these accursed lands, where life is not fair and where life is banal where man and dwarf alike preach the same thing with the same similarities but they are oh so ever different, thus I am made anew, scribed by the wailing ash that falls from my form and my boiling crimson eyes. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dear Draakopf fallen kin o’ mine Killed by the Grand king of Urguan Bakir. Draakopf grandfather, my father as I called you back in those days of old. You were the one who blessed me and taught me before where I am now, the times we had were imprinted upon me moulded me, and shaped me with splendorous forging, You were the one who protected me against those foul things that hated us so much, but who could blame them for you was ruin? You were uncontrolled fire but served nonetheless. Let me not talk of mine asioth, but father when I see you again? Tell me of yours, I have grown in your memory and I can only pray that I have served you well. . . I am you from ash to ash, but I try to be different, for I cannot war the very gods as you did, I am vigilant and keen, and my voice will be heard and a solution will be made as we promised all those years ago. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dear Marius Vilac favoured friend o’ mine Killed by an unknown Lector. Marius my good friend, it troubled me when I first heard of your passing, though I did not let it get the better of me. I knew you wouldn’t want it to control my decisions dear friend, you were a meaningful and truthful teacher that many needed but most of all wanted so much, I remember you preaching and I remember how you fought for those very same ideals. . . All I can say now friend is that I can only show your son so much, for he is alike to you in many ways he doesn’t see it as I do. But he is the solution you were looking for! When do I see you again dear brother Marius let us talk about it? Yes? I can see the Dragon inside of your spawn and his flame awakening… _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dear Nehtamo, a good friend o' mine unknown either missing or dead. Nehtamo the elf who showed up and did much, I need not recall the number of times you had to save me from those situations, as you already know of that. I wonder what you are doing now? I could sense unease in your eyes, friend, worry, sadness. Though I never understood why it always baffled me what was on your mind. Though you are more capable than most…. Who knows I can hear you now telling me “Bortu no, think again, try again!” I could be wrong, or I could be right. But when we meet again brother Nehtamo, let us not speak about the bad times. The memories of old that were filled with spite, let us talk about the good memories, should I recall that time when Vothdrem was chasing you around, due to you shooting him? Ahh, fun times indeed! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dear Kronk, strong battled hardened warrior and ally. Death, torn apart and then obliterated by the void. Kronk, I will keep this short, as I have not much to say about you, we have only known each other for some while, but you were a dwarf, a good dwarf but still a dwarf - The blood that swam through you was that of Iron, and your head was carberum, You were a true battle hero among our kin of dwed, there was no army if Kronk were not leading it. I remember that much, Though you did have your faults though all do, you were stubborn and the very thing people admired about you or loathed about you. was the same thing that got you killed. I need not speak of the void and its treachery, Though you stood your ground in times of chaos and that is what matters, Sigrun should be proud that his blood swam through you, and therefore an exceptional warrior was forged Kronk ‘The Grand Stormheart’ When we meet again, let us speak more aye lad? I’ll bring a drink or two. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ I would sit, and I would sing more words to you, my kin, my friends, and my brothers. But the use of speech? And talking? It is time for action, so let me slow down my baffling and let me reveal my tarnished blade, and my ash tongue for stories to tell, and war to sing. Where your path took you, it will not take me. Brankhyn Finished short, taking a breath and remembering his fallen comrades. His hands clasped and he fell silent. __=__ = So thou know of my will, allow mine ambition; allow mine passion to take you to that unseen place. . . For I am on my way, the journey is scarce so be thankful. This blade will cleave as justice, through the shadows of the night - to then outshine the dawning sun itself. Thine own eyes are the setting dawn and the rising moon, from ash to ash, to fire on fire. This own command is to love and hate, so let me glimpse it for thou, and tell you of its beauty. Thee must know what I sing. And where I dance. Sweet asioth, Great Asioth! __=__ =