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-Average Day in Haelun'cihi right now ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brothers, Sisters, I wish to further conversation. We exist as individuals in this time of great strife. Those who have the power to act, and further not only our impacts on the world, but the impacts upon the very nature of being. Ones mind drifts into the nature of being. For truly, if we are most blessed, and every elf a hero seeking to become ever-greater, ever-perfect, why would we seek to end what makes us strive hardest for ever greater perfection? Picture for me this. You are standing before your fellows in the Amphitheater, the comrades of your band. Over the better part of the decade you've been practicing your oration, your acting, and your epic recitation, and though you are overwhelmed with praise from the crowd, you saw 'Them' get more... What is a Mali supposed to do in such circumstance? Become more perfect! That's it! It is through this fact, that a being left unchallenged is one stagnant, progressing not. So, knowing this, and knowing your rival well, why would you ever do more than to punish them? Hear me out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now don't get me wrong, Heroes. Just as we may be from rival City-States, great cultures of peoples most ancient but at odds, it is for this purpose eternal rivalry must be understood for the betterment of each other. The ever perfection of you and your rival tracks not just at this macro-cosmical scale, but even to us as great singular individuals. We shall not forget, lliran, that just because you are at war, especially a war of domination, one must never forget their purity of mind, thought, and body. Though I sought to stray away from such seemingly 'charged' terms as purity, what with the many newly impure coming to terms with their state, but we must also keep in mind, such a state was brought about by mainly one reason. The killing of rivals. Now, nobody said anything about killing one's enemies. Those auxillary who stand before you as foes to be bested. For in the great field of legendary combat, where myth is made, we must exert our force to overcome ALL the armor of another. But, examples of fine heroes who, defeated upon the field, were made to submit before you. Punished much, through injuries sustained, or defeat having felt, it is by right of victor to do as he pleases, but to end the feared rival, they who had inspired your own greatness beaten into a prisoner? To deny him his end on the field in service to his citystate, and himself is also a disservice to you, and the legends and myths we may all enjoy in times to come. Picture for a moment. The mighty hoplites of two great citystates, an army of valah auxillary and rowers, and ten blessed citizen hoplites. Their ship of painted sails crashes upon the shore, and they meet in the field with an army of another great citystate. Another hundred auxillary and twelve rival hoplites... The battle fierce as auxillary face one another to keep them from the phalanx as both sides of beautiful citizens, each an individual with rights, privileges, and heroes of great family battle to see themselves greatest. Shields pressed to shield, and spikes thrust. Until one gains the upperhand. You look to your brother as a spike glanced over the shield, ending him quickly. Every loss felt gravely, but the fight continues on. When one side victorious, perhaps of the result of two champions choosing to duel for victory, fine judgement leads to greater legend. The taking ransom, or a piece of panoply or a trading good may be a powerful lesson to learn, yet to end who you have before you, with no chance to bare arms in noble defense? A sight most savage. Most disappointing. After all, we are cousins. Why, but the most extreme of circumstance, do you deny yourself the competition? Don't wanna work too hard? -The Elven Phalanxes, powerful formations of each respected citystate.

6th of The Grand Harvest, Year 107 of the Second Age BLESSED CITIZENRY OF HAELUN’OR, it is that joyous time of year once more, I am talking about Krugsmas of course! In the spirit of the festivities, we will be doing an anonymous exchange of gifts. You will be given the name of another citizen to get presents for. This should be a minimum of three items but you can always include more! To partake, put a slip of paper with your name on it into the Sullas-Calith’ehya Manor mailbox, Talonnii’lin III. You will then receive one with the name of who you are giving to. Leave the presents in the gift boxes under our community decorated Krugsmas tree, which stands in the amphitheatre. Shhh, it’s a secret till the day of opening! OOC: You have 24 hours to put your name down, as that is when names will be randomised. Gifts should be in chests by 23rd December and will be switched to the receiver on 24th December. Comment on this post using the format spoilered to be entered. Haelun’or citizens only! Ernnir, Tilruir’kaliri Elarhil Sullas

A Haelun’orian High Tea 3rd of The Amber Cold, Year 105 of The Second Age Blessed Citizenry of Haelun’or, The most wonderful citizens of Haelun’or have ever-provided the Silver State with their boundless achievements and efforts. These constant efforts do not go unrewarded, however, as they allow us Mali’thill to host such splendid events as these, for all our Mali’thill lliran to attend. And so, dear lliran, I invite you all in near future to a quaint event of elegance and delight. This will be held within The Friendship Park - we host this event in hopes of giving back to the community which empowers us. A fine arrangement of suitable dining shall be laid out, for all citizens to enjoy. We sincerely hope to see you there. The Haelun’orian High Tea shall occur four elven days from the posting of this letter. [Friday 9th December, 5pm EST/10pm GMT] Signed, Ernnir, Tilruir’mali, Elarhil Sullas

“With all its lustre and Blessedness, even elCihi’thilln will tarnish, with time, without care. It is the Children of Silver who must tend to its spires and make its Silver glisten: Progress.” Malaurir Kalenz Uradir 14th of The Grand Harvest, Year 105 of the Second Age The retirement of Kaelan Maeyr’onn came to a surprise to many, having requested a brief vacation prior and allowing me to learn at the same time as the rest of my kin, you, my dear citizenry. A quiet week of transferring has happened and to bolster elHeial’thilln. I have had a meeting with the Okarir’nor candidates, Galadriel An’asul and Atrus Calith, and we have concluded that Mister An’asul was not yet ready to take up the position of Okarir’nor. Additions to elHeial’thilln: Okarir’mali: Pamphilos Hyptos Okarir’nor: Atrus Calith Tilruir’tir: #085 Ernnir, Tilruir’mali: Elarhil Sullas Okarir’nor and Okarir’maehr are following up on potential Tilruir candidates. The Ernnir will act as a secretary to elMaheral. We will eagerly see to the progress that his leadership will bring to the city and our kin. Maheral of Haelun’or Seth Calith Ernnir, Tilruir’kaliri Elarhil Sullas Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

“Tayna eth'ehya tilru Haelun'or” “To protect purity is to improve one's own” BLESSED CITIZENRY, You are hereby invited to the wedding of Maelor Seregon and Arduil Miravaris, a union in Larihei’s vision, that will unite the two talonniis and bring forth a new generation of Seregon and Miravaris. As per tradition, the ceremony will commence within the blessed knowledge of The Eternal Library, the wedding party will then move to The Friendship Park. Please attend and witness the marriage of the lovely couple. May all come in peace, bearing gifts and good tidings. AY’LARIHEI AY’MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA [OOC: Saturday 10th December, 3pm EST/8pm BST] Signed

Dear friends, It is with a heavy heart that I announce the following. The An’asul talonnii will officially depart from the current regime of the Silver State of Haelun’or. No longer will the An’asul name be associated with the current political regime of State. The An'asul talonnii cuts all ties with the Silver Council, and will relinquish their citizenship and duties hereby. The An'asul talonnii shall continue to prosper within the lands of Celia'nor as their citizens. AY'LARIHEI AY'MAHERAL MAEHRSAE HIYLUN'EHYA Signed, Laurir Usamea An'asul

5th Malin’s Welcome 13/10/2022 ᚺᛖᚠᚱᚢᛗᛗ Trade of Nature and Silver ᛊᛁᛚᚢᛖᚱ ᛊᛏᚨᛏᛖ Today marks a special day, with this document, the signatories: The Silver State of Haelun’or and the Village of Hefrumm agree to establish tax free trading stalls in each others respective territories, for the sake of providing adequate trading opportunities for each group. Signed, Kaelan Maeyr’onn Okarir’tir - Silver State of Haelun’or Seth Calith Maheral - Silver State of Haelun’or Garedyn The Green, High Chief of Hefrumm, Chief of the Mossborn, Seer of Hefrumm, Grand Steward of Urguan, Lieutenant of Dungrimm’s Legion, Grand Admiral of Belka’s Fleet, Prophet of Yemekar, Yemekar’s Pick. Mao Blackroot, Chief of the Blackroots, Keeper of the Constitution of Hefrumm, Seer of Hefrumm, Protector and Representant of the Cottonwood Clan, Chosen of the Green Collective, Wayfarer Captain of The Grand Navy.

"However, just as the world changes around us so shall we." Malaurir Iaria Elervathar A letter of resignation 5th of Malin’s Welcome, Year 98 of The Second Age Dear Mali’thill, citizens of Haelun’or and lliran of mine, Soon after my arrival to elCihi’thilln, Haelun’or came under a number of attacks. An attempted coup, a multitude of trying wars, but still, the Mali’thilln endure. It brings me no end of joy to see our great State, with the guidance of elMaheral, each of his dutiful councillors and loyal citizens, flourishing since moving to Asul’hileia, truly a jewel of the South. Unnecessary conflicts and bloodshed cease to exist, leaving our society of master scholars, scientists, speakers and spellcasters able to work towards betterment, under the peaceful sun. I have been Okarir’mali for many years now, having had the pleasure of hosting days and nights of festivities, of working alongside such astute Mali’thill. Yet, as all things eventually do, my time in this role reaches its end. Although I regret to leave, I am doing so due to matters of ‘hiylun, as well as new interests. As I recover my strength this will allow me dedicate my time to different areas of study—to beckon forth progress. With this letter, I resign as Okarir’mali, leaving the position open to any Mali’thill with the skills and drive to potentially take the mantle. andria il'Haelun'or y talar lar'iyulvanae karin’ento. Mali'thill iyatan'leh ay'Haelun'or! Elarhil Sullas Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

“Your words never fall on deaf ears, dear Mali’thill. We need your aid and well-judged opinion to help us ameliorate elCihi’thilln in something more imposing than it already is.” Malaurir Iaria Elervathar 3rd of Snow’s Maiden, Year 98 of the Second Age BLESSED CITIZENRY, As you may already be aware, elHeial’thilln, in its wisdom, generously allowed the participation of the general populace in the nomination of candidates for the role of Okarir’maehr. After two names began to be thrown about for the position, it became apparent that Mister Calith was the clear frontrunner. The candidate Miss An’asul was absent for their scheduled debate, whereas Mister Calith stood primed. His ideas, proactivity and adherence to tradition were unmatched by the other nominee, reflected by his popularity amongst the citizenry. Therefore, after much discussion, elHeial’thilln concluded that it holds great confidence in his ability to restore The Eternal Library to new heights of glory. As such, it is our pleasure to announce that, from today, Valazaer Calith will be the standing Okarir’maehr. May his tenure be long and fruitful. Maheral of Haelun’or Seth Calith Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas Okarir’hiylun Anara Elervathar Okarir’tir Kaelan Maeyr’onn Okarir’nor Luthien Maeyr’onn Mascots of Haelun’or Mochi, Cosmo & Lady Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

THE CHALLENGE OF THE SUN THE SOHAER OF HAELUN'OR As Issued from the An'asul estate 18th of Malin's Welcome, Year 97 of the Second Age {Art by Pengzhen Zhang} "An epoch to lay the foundations of permanent progress. Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! You are the chosen one, child. Blessed by Larihei’s realisation of the nature of the State and our inherited Nature, I will guide you into the future. A completed century will only be the start." - Malaurir Dimaethor Elervathar Blessed Citizens of our State, our home and refuge… While many of you know me for my rather clamorous ways of ensuring the progress of our blessed bastion, I am indeed a servant of the state, a vigorous one who sacrificed their whole being to the betterment of our kin. Unlike others, I do not seek to abolish institutions to install myself as the absolute power of the State.. Powers and responsibilities should always be distributed among the blessed; ‘tis to allow the ever so progressing mali‘thill to actively participate in the political scheme of Haelun’or but to also prevent one individual becoming the absolute force, a dictator. We have seen this from time to time, the last time Sohaer held absolute power they attempted to erase the most blessed Maheral from our history. The last time someone we called Maheral held absolute power, she ended up being a fraud. This we have seen, and this I promise will never happen under the guidance of myself, democracy shall prevail. This I promise with my ever so dying soul, Haelun’or will be reinstalled as a nation great among the nations of the realm. We shall be the epitome of a functioning democratic society and never shall we be blinded by mundane terms such as “Regent-Sohaer”. And so, this is a promise to the Motherland itself, to the mali’till and citizens of our Blessed Bastion… The Silver News shall be promised full autonomy as per functionality. The editor in chief shall be promised funding to ensure the prosperity of the paper and the government shall not dictate the functions of it. Elsillumiran shall function as always, Okarir’tir will remain as their commander and Sohaer their Commander in Chief. Maheral as the head of state shall rule over the aforementioned. If changes are needed, they shall be directed by elokarir'tir. Magic has long gone untouched within our nation. I promise to start the distribution of magic myself within the blessed bastion, and once my pupils have graduated they shall take upon themselves to teach. Magical institutions will be reinstalled, and Haelun’or will once more be the home of magic as Larihei intended. This includes any and all scholarly subjects we are able to teach to the masses. After a long lasting war, I believe instead of enemies we should aim to befriend the nations within the realms. It is no lie, we were close to extinction and were it not for the miracle that happened we would all be nothing but blood stains upon the silver isles. Never shall we raise unnecessary arms again and under my guidance we shall aim for peace. Certain council meetings shall be made public; the citizenry invited to listen as elheial'thilln converses about the topics of the nation. Public assemblies as started by Sohaer Uradir shall be reinstalled and will take place on a scheduled basis. Many things, but I believe change is exactly what Haelun’or needs as for now. We have had Sohaeran closer to identical to one another, yet no change has happened and now we found ourselves almost extinct. I could write a novel that will take centuries to finish if I was to write everything that I seek to change, however instead of that I wish to have you citizens come speak with me. Come, have a discussion and we shall exchange words and ideas on how to make the nation a better place for all 'thill. I am Usamea An’asul and a vote for me as Sohaer of the Silver State, is a vote for progress and health. AY'LARIHEI AY'MAHERAL MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA Signed, Laurir Usamea An’asul

The council as it stands wished to rip that right from your hands and hold an election amongst themselves and decide the future representative of the Mali’thill in a closed election. It was my lobbying which was able to secure enough of the council’s vote to usher in the return of democracy to the Mali’thill. - Malaurir Ikur Sullas To Haelun’or, I write to you this missive as finally has our nation established stability and now finds herself in tranquility after decades of hostilities, and the annexation of the silver isles. The price paid for peace was an expensive one, many a ‘thill lost their lives while defending that of silver against the barbaric enemies from the stars. Now we find ourselves surrounded by peace, however a threat to our society has once more found itself a way into our democratic society. Many of our Okariran are seated in one of the most esteemed institutions of our society, unelected however. Our Sohaer once more claimed power, while having no mandate. I thus call for all unelected members of our pristine elheial’thilln to stand challenged or subject to a vote determining whether they shall continue to serve the public or not. Regent-Sohaer Kolvar Uradir Okarir’nor Luthien Maeyr’onn Okarir’hiylun Anara Elervathar These elections shall be overseen by elheial’lauriran as led by Maheral Seth Calith. As we all are one, we all are silver, we shall as one lead the bastion towards prosperity. AY'LARIHEI AY'MAHERAL MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA Signed, Laurir Usamea An’asul

THE OPENING OF ASUL’HILEIA “With all its luster and Blessedness, even elcihi’thilln will tarnish, with time, without care. It is the Children of Silver who must tend to its spires and make its Silver glisten: Progress.” Malaurir Lelien Lazul KARINAH’SIOL IS NO LONGER. For a century, our seat of silver was teeming with menace. The tenacious parasite, whom we had purged so often before, had brought our kin to a predicament of no return. So the Mali’thill was forced to depart, turning to land far away. Far away from conflict. Far away from the perils. ENTER ASUL’HILEIA. On a tall plateau positioned in the southern heartlands of Almaris, the grandest of capitals has been erected. Great coral reef surrounded the city, and vast plains of untrampled earth and mystery spread out south of the glorious quartz bastion. The Eternal Library, the largest collection of books in Almaris and beyond, has been restored to its greatness. Never has the Silver Bastion graced such calm and tranquil waters. Waters that our esteemed Sillumir stand watchful over. To the scattered Mali’thill, Larihei calls for you to come home. Be a part of this new and exciting chapter in our centuries old history that we proudly boast. Okarir’mali

RESHAPING SILVER A white tome of great age, opened once more. A modern saga for an ancient peoples. “Do you see it as I do? The sun, yet to rise from beneath the horizon. The towers, their foundations in mind but not stone. This is it, Tiuthwyn - where we shall reshape our silver.” - Sohaer Kolvar Uradir From the birch stern of the creaking caravel Dancing Debate did the dark-robed silhouette of Kolvar Uradir stare out into the distance. A century of humiliation at the hands of Haense, of Urguan, of their own people - and at the end of it, the loss of their capital, of their Silver Isle. A sick society fleeing like rats from their war-torn home, wreaked by the havoc of Azdrazi, Voidling incursions and Haeseni raiders. The distant shore, sandy and arid, was lit by the soft rays of the moon, the water below tar-black. His pondering was interrupted by the voice of a woman. “There was no choice.” By the light of swinging lanterns, the sea-green eyes of the blonde seemed alight in their flame. Eager, almost. How could she not be, after the indignities they had suffered at the hands of lesser folk, at the hands of their own? He laughed, shook his head. “There is always a choice, Visaj. Even our predecessors’ indecision, their self-mockeries. We allowed it to fester. Ne longer - that, now, is our choice.” No matter the truth to his words, they stung those that heard them in the quiet night. To most, thankfully, they were drowned out by the sound of waves beating the creaking hull of their hastily-built ship, of the flapping of the sails in the wind. Once, Haelun’or had boasted quite the fleet - seven deep sea carracks, each mightier than the last, each sunk by foreign warfleets. The Sillumiran had refused to defend their docks even as sailors lept from their burning wrecks - How, they had asked, are authors to defeat knights? Once, the quill had been mighty enough in Haelunorian hands - forging alliances with the most ambitious of emperors, the wisest of philosophers. Ancient history, by the standards of the Valah. Not by that of the Motherland. The woman stepped back into the shadows, to take the helm from Korvec - a mason manning the helm worked well enough in the deep Southern Channel, where there were no shores to run aground upon and the harshest of tasks was reading a compass against a dim lantern and ensuring they stayed facing south. The next step in their journey, however, was through rivers, where reefs and rocks waited eager to halt them in the empty wilderness. Here, Korvec would take what little rest he could in the long hours before daybreak. The journey would be a gamble - the Haelunorians, after all, were for all their talk of progress, beings of routine. Routines of debates, of drinking, of writing. Routines, too, that had been a different sort of progress - of insulting purposelessly the lessers, of haughtiness cast to empty air. They were debaters before they were warriors, authors before they were strategists, designers before they were siege engineers - and they should have known. To shake their ineptitudes, to cast aside the chaff that the wheat might make flour - none knew better than the newly minted Sohaer the difficulty of the task. Not a decade prior, Miravaris had chosen to prostrate before Uruk hordes rather than make such a decision. The world knew the result of that blunder. The silent column of Sillumiran standing behind Kaelan Aldin knew. The shivering debaters, authors, designers - they too knew. Then it began. The keeling of the ship, the sliding of rope across its deck hard to the starboard side. Those that had never left the Silver Isle - they may have been forgiven in believing the caravel about to sink as it crossed upriver through the delta, took its first turn into the river. Silent still did the Sillumiran stand - Eledar’s dour eyes shadowed beneath his salt-dulled steel helmet. Kolvar glanced behind him, at the following, smaller sloop in the center of their line - where Councillor Maeyr’onn and, more importantly, the Maheral Calith likely rested beneath the deck. The Sohaer gripped the railing. He had grown seasick quite easily in his youth. Now, however, his pale face was not so in struggle, but in determination. Then came the creaking, loud, ominous. His knuckles grew white - here was the difficulty charted out by Councillor Sullas, whom had scouted the lands ahead, whom they hoped would be waiting at the appointed place, his caravan to be a beacon in the night. Reefs scraped first the barnacles on the underside of the ship, then the lapis-flaked paint that marked below the waterline, then finally chipped away at the boards of the ship itself. The sound of calls belowdecks, of rapidly slamming hammers nailing repairs into place. Perhaps the gamble had not paid off - perhaps it had been a death sentence for those few that remained. Worse, they might survive, only to be fed on by the wolves and the buzzards. Would he be remembered for his stupidity, as they remembered so many before him? Or would he be remembered for bravery? The shuddering of the ship as it ground against another reef rang through his mind. If only he could be like their lesser cousins, taking Aenguls and spirits for Gods. There was time yet to place their fate in the hands of higher powers, those beings that so oft hurled meteors and doomsdays at the Descendants. Then, finally, the call of the lookout pierced the clamor. “Dead ahead!”

Within The Silver City, a gloomy room, dimly lit by glimmering candles as to deter attention in the dead of the night, stirred with a steady stream of arrivals. A committee of assiduous Mali’thilln; architects, authors and diplomats stood by a round table, to plan sub rosa, for the future of their kin was tested and yet unresolved. Outside the tower a great many more amassed in the dark. Some voiced worry for their woes, some voiced nothing at all. A crowd of Sillumiran, their armour illuminated beneath streams from street lamplights, patiently observed the square. This century of humiliation at the hands of foreigners, of their own people, had come to terminate in great tragedy. The Mali’thill were to be forced out of their sanctuary, their Karinah’siol, driven to flight. It was clear to all the urgency and importance of the coming months. In the gloomy room, the hushed assembly continued. The authors were keeping record when someone made a proposal, the diplomats gathered over drafts of new legislation and the architects evaluated sketches of new hallowed halls. . .

[!] Within the Agora of the Karinah’siol, as busy Mali’aheral scurry about, upon a pedestal of marble, bathing in the light of the Sun, sits the Okarir’san basking in the glorious rays of light. In his left hands sits an exquisite rose, occasionally drawn to his nose to savour the pungent perfume. Clearing his throat, he draws the attention of all. “Mali’thill, Our Silver Republic has weathered storms most severe, and each time emerged stronger and wisened by the experience and progress brought about through Her loyal citizens. It is those citizens, you, the people, that safeguard our Blessed Republic. Our democracy is but an intangible abstraction that cannot move itself without you, the people. With that in mind, the time has come for a most serious announcement. The provisional government entrusted with the safeguarding of the people of Larihei, first during the troubled attempted coup of the Kinslayer, is nearing the end of its purpose. As such, it is announced that there are TWO council positions currently vacant that shall be subjected through the democratic process that guides our State forward. First, empty lies the office of the Okarir’maehr, the guarantee of the collective knowledge gathered by generations of Descendants since the conception of the Silver State itself. Among the duties of the Okarir’maehr as secured by our Constitution are reminded: to serve as chief Librarian of the Eternal Library, as chief professor of the Eternal College, and oversees the magical and intellectual development of Haelun’or. Lastly, but no less important, is the empty seat of the Okarir’hiylun, that which maintains the collective health of the children of Larihei, without which maehr’sae hiylun’ehya would not be complete. Our Constitution entrusts to the Okarir’hiylun the following: administration of the Silver Clinic and the Silver Laboratories, and oversees the development of the medical and scientific arts in the neverending pursuit of progress. DEMOCRACY calls unto you, dear citizens of the Republic, to fulfil your civic duty, and to nominate yourselves or your acquaintances, to toil for the progress of our Nation, should you consider yourselves, or have knowledge of others, who are capable and fit to serve any of the aforementioned sacred positions in our, YOUR, government. Nominations are to be performed as per protocol. Transcripts will be delivered to the current Council, and to a Maheral, should one be elected in the meantime, to be entered as an electable candidate. For a nomination to be valid, you must present a short speech, demonstrating how you fulfil the prerequisites to serve, preferably accompanied by a brief outline of your desired administration of the office in question. maehr’sae hiylun’ehya!”

The Election of Okarir'tir; Result! date: The 5'th of Malin's Welcome, 85 of the SA. 1881 FA. [!] At the entrance of the Eternal Library, the citadel, Bastille and the noticeboard of Haelun'or rests a missive, pinned for all to read. [!] Mali'thill of Haelun'or! Your votes, your voices and choices have been counted and re-counted. And it is with appreciation that none of the votes were illegitimate. And with the majority support of the blessed, the new Master of Law will be: KAELAN ALDIN. Signed: Maheral Seth Calith

Election of the Okarir’tir 20th of the Deep Cold, 84 of the Second Age [!] At the entrance of the Eternal Library, upon a clear cube of quartz, sits toweringly the Okarir’san. To his right one can find ballot boxes, while to his left, on a table of the finest Haelun’orian wood, rest ballots and ink pots and quills in abundance. “MALI’THILL, following the most recent progress of our democratic society, electoral duty calls us to the ballots once more. Now it is time to make your silver wills heard, and aid in the manifest of the Republic, for you are all called to officially vote in the OKARIR’TIR election. The OKARIR'TIR serves as the administrative head of defence in conflicts both foreign and domestic, as Commander of the Sillumiran; heads the recruitment and training of the military assets of Haelun’or. It manages the structure of the Sillumiran and the gatekeeping of Blessed Haelun’or, heads the distribution and maintenance of military equipment and detains any member of the citizenry indefinitely, in the interest of public welfare. The Candidates are: Edgars An’asul & Kaelan Aldin The RULES of the election, as per our Constitution, are as follows: Each Blessed Citizen has at its disposal a total of two votes. How the citizen uses said votes is up to them. They may be given to one candidate, or split, etcetera. Citizens may vote for themselves. The Election and the counting of the Votes are supervised by the Maheral. Illegitimate votes will be discarded. ((If you have two characters, you may not vote on both)) If you try to fish your vote from the ballot box, it will cause an immediate discount. ((Do not edit your post)) Only the Maheral and their assistants, who count the votes, may delve into the contents of the ballot box. Any other doing so is in violation of the Silver Law. ((Do not metagame)) Only Blessed Citizens, over the age of 50, living within the Silver City, may vote: 1) Proven pure of blood. 2) Proven adherent of maehr’sae hiylun’ehya as determined by the Maheral. 3) Not currently undergoing Path to Purity. The vote shall last for an entire Elven Day. ((Voting will close in one day from the publication of this post))” THE BALLOT ((MC Name: )) Name: Vote 1: Vote 2:

Musings of oem Laurir An Announcement to the Silver State of Haelun’or As Issued from the An’asul estate 6th of The First Seed, Year 81 of the Second Age "Deception rules the minds of many. It falls to us to become the vanguard of truth, the guardians of wisdoms past and futures bright. A mournful day passes over this city, this, our beloved home of Haelun'or. Light shall dawn, and purge the hatreds old and new. Go forth then, mine Weeping Blades! Defend our way, and forever to it keep true." - Malaurir Dio Astore BLESSED CITIZENRY OF THE SILVER STATE OF HAELUN’OR, Our blessed bastion is as strong as its weakest link, thus progress must always be safeguarded. As we have many times before, the time has come to choose which citizens we wish to be responsible for directing the future of our people. The labors they face will be great, and they will not prevail without a true will to further the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya. For decades have the topic of homosexuality been discussed within the blessed walls of our humble bastion, the time has arise once more. As unfortunate as it was, for myself to allow the Mali’aheral to debate without my glorious presence, I still wish to gift you the enlightenment of my thoughts. Firstly, I wish to offer a few sentence statement in regards of lessers and their homosexual tendencies. I have involved myself in several studies when it comes to lessers and their intimate tendencies, and I must say that I am quite delighted how many of them identify as homosexual, or gay as the liberals have a habit of calling it. The lessers, incapable of absolute purity should be none of our concern, for they halt the spreading of their kin interlocking with partners of the same sex. Homosexual lessers are also much more fun than their heterosexual counterparts, perhaps they enjoy some sort of liberation living their true selves. Thus, I wish that elHeial’thilln Ito Haelun’or will introduce the first Homosexual Parade for the lessers— let us offer them safe haven while the rest of the world hunts them. The more lesser homosexuals, the less lessers there are in this world. What comes to Mali’aheral and the laws or Haelun’or as well as Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya— my thoughts are as follows. A Mali’aheral shall not participate in any fraternization outside wedlock for such represents the greed or elBortu. A fertile Mali’aheral shall not participate in any fraternization with someone of the same sex. However, as we are cursed with infertility and as we reach a certain age we no longer have the opportunity to bear children. Many a Mali have stagnated their most important mission, the creation of Oeman’ii, thus we must progress to ensure procreation. I recommend the following, any infertile (over 500 years of age) Mali’aheral that has provided the state with a minimum of Oem boy and Oem girl child through natural means within wedlock, may apply for State approved Homo-License, HL. Evidence of paternity or maternity must be provided during application. Anyone applying for HL must be deemed pure without prior convictions of fraternization outside wedlock. Under no circumstances may a Mali’aheral participate in homosexual activities without an HL. elHeial’lauriran under the guidance of the Most Blessed may review these applications case by case basis. Fraternization outside wedlock shall remain prohibited and the same sex couple must be wedded in the presence of the Maheral. In no scenario, may the same sex couple apply for a divorce without the approval of elHeial’lauriran first and only the Maheral and in their absence elHeial’malauriran may approve such. These are what I recommend. Signed Laurir Usamea An'asul AY'LARIHEI AY'MAHERAL MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA

To summon the nobles An invitation to elHeial’malauriran and elHeial’lauriran As Issued from the An’asul estate 4th of The Amber Cold, Year 81 of the Second Age "Should any members of the community find difficulties arising from the changes brought about, they need only week counsel; answers are given to those that pose queries and wisdom blesses the inquisitive." - Malaurir Dió Astóre BLESSED MALAURIRAN AND LAURIRAN, Our bastion, strong hold of progress and health must continue to blossom, even in the absence of the Most Blessed. Guide the Mali’thill, encourage them all that surround you. It is your duty. Many topics have been filling the minds of the Mali’aheral, Haelunorians and others alike. As we live in an era, absent of the Maheral, the duty to ensure the cultural progress falls on the shoulders of the Lauriran. It is a great pleasure that I announce to summon elHeial’lauriran. This council of the most respected talonniian, chosen by the Maheral themselves, leads the cultural aspects of the High Elves. In the absence of Maheral, the council exists to support the former Maheralan, elHeial’malauriran. Malauriran, you are all invited to join and guide the conversation— please accept my humble request. The date will be set on a later date. Laurir Elervathar Laurir Sullas Laurir Calith Laurir Ni’leya Laurir Elibar’acal Lauriran, I offer you my invitation, to meet and discuss the relevant cultural changes that have inspired the Mali’thill to speak up. I look forward hearing from you. Signed Laurir Usamea An'asul AY'LARIHEI AY'MAHERAL MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA [!] This invitation would only be sent to the recipients mentioned in the post.

Music THE DUTY OF MALI’THILL Drafted by the Haelun’orian War Council Issued 6th of The Grand Harvest, Year 80 of the Second Age Art by @puffables Through the schisms of Lomal and all who have attempted to do so since. Through the assailment attempted by Aengudaemon and Draconic beings, and various grand tragedies of the natural elements. Through each and every migration of the descendants, battles great, challenges multifarious, The Silver State of Haelun’or has endured. When the Motherland is faced with any prospect of danger, it is our sworn duty to end the threat as soon as possible. The leaders of Malin’or issued ludicrous demands based on fallacious notions to The Horde, the league of national assemblies that includes our great State. By the act of the Iron’Uzg acting honourably, defending its Mali allies and citizens, they break stated terms. Make no mistake, Malin’or wanted this war — Their terms were unabashedly non-viable. Numerous are directly an offence to The Silver State of Haelun’or. It is obvious why. After failing once to get the Motherland under her control, Ivarielle Ibarellan’s jealousy has compelled her to raise a Mali’ata haven, Celia’nor, to go forth with further kinslayings. Ivarielle continues to lay claim to a throne of Haelun’or that does not exist, demanding that the Iron’Uzg place it under the Kingdom of Oren for her to lead, which they do not have the ability to do. Malin’or casts insult on Mali’thill who are members of the Blessed Citizenry, and of Elheial’thilln, naming them as ‘problematic’, ‘deluded’ and ‘diseased’. Malin’or also adds an odd note to denounce Azdromoth worship, a certain irony and hilarity to be found in the statement of “Your time is over, followers of Azdromoth.” It is known across Elvendom that after the corrupt Valwynn council fled Elcihi’thilln, a shrine to the Arch-Drakaar was discovered in their Manor House — some who resided in the house amongst the council of Celia’nor, and others harboured in the city. It too is manifest that Ivarielle herself is a follower. In The Silver State of Haelun’or, Okariran serve the citizenry. In Malin’or, Mali are made to bend to the will of Princes and Princesses. Free is the pure Mali. Blessed Citizenry, we call upon you now to contribute to the war effort. It is only by standing together, a free people, that we might protect our Motherland. To enlist in Elsillumiran, to farm for extra food, to smith armour and weapons, to use your scholarly prowess for planning. All Sillumiran may stop by The Night Owl Parlour for free food to fuel their training. andria il'Haelun'or y tennallar lar'iyulvanae karin’ento! Mali'thill iyatan'leh ay'Haelun'or! ALL RISE TO DEFEND THE MOTHERLAND AY’SOHAER ALAION MIRAVARIS, AY’LARIHEI MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

SILLUMIRAN SPARRING Elsillumiran, The Weeping Blades, stand as the historic defenders of The Motherland, her vast woodlands, towering mountain chains, crystal seas and marble spires. They act as the army in times of conflict, and custodians of peace, upholding The Silver Law and safekeeping the values imperative for the continuance of State and People; those found in the ancient philosophy of Larihei’s Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. Many Sillumir of times passed hold high honour for their great sacrifices. The Blessed Citizenry and allies of The Silver State of Haelun’or are invited to join Elsillumiran in a training session, overseen by Okarir’tir Edgars An’asul and Medi’ir Pamphilos Callidora Hyptos. Bloodshed is forbidden at this event, and any spill will result in repercussions. Appropriate attire must be worn to participate in sparring to prevent such. This will take place in the Silver Bastille, during The First Seed. [[ CRP & PVP ]] [[ Friday 17th, 3pm EST/8pm BST ]] Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas Okarir’tir Edgars An’asul Medi’ir Pamphilos Callidora Hyptos MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

THAWING THE FROST Issued 10th of The Deep Cold, Year 79 of The Second Age For long, our city has been dressed in the purest white. Maidens of frost loomed and disturbed the serenity of our blessed bastion. Over months, whilst scientists and scholars of The Silver State of Haelun’or worked tirelessly to amass useful information, putting this into practice with a gate policy that proved highly successful in stifling malefactors, parties of Sillumiran and Scouts alike scoured the isle in search of the Frost Witches lair. It was ultimately the keen eye of Okarir’tir Edgars An’asul that glimpsed it, a curious contraption concealed in the vast mountainside. A group ventured valiantly inside, the hand of Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas able to proficiently pick three locked doors in the icy cavern, where the Mali’thill were met with a surprising sight. The bravery of the Blessed Citizenry and efforts of soldiers had led the Frost Witches to flee in cowardice. The site was thawed for good measure. Over the coming months, expect flooding as we return to a natural climate. Gratitude is given to the diligent druii of The Mother and Father Circles, dwed of The Grand Kingdom of Urguan, and orcs of the Iron’Uzg for their continued support in vanquishing these cold to the core beings from the Silver Isle. Let us not forget how far the Mali’thill may fall, and how high we may rise again. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ THE NIGHT OWL PARLOUR & INN ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Issued 10th of The First Seed, Year 79 of the Second Age [!] Tilruir’mali Anara Elervathar and Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas Located in the square of Karinah’siol, The Night Owl Parlour is the focal point of leisure time socialisation within The Silver City. Day to night, one can expect to find ‘aheral sipping fine wine and fresh teas, book clubs, playing various games such as darts, cards, checkers and chess. Regularly held are classes on Haelun’or history, culture, elven language, noteworthy figures and so forth. Moreover the space serves as a venue for masquerades, balls, other formal events and special occasions. A grand piano and harp stand on the stage, free for citizens to practice using. Weary travellers may rest their head in The Night Owl Inn above. The Inn also may serve as short-term residency whilst one waits for proper accommodation, if there happens to be an overflow of citizenry. Guests are served breakfast should it fill their fancy. A room may be acquired for 5 mina per elven day, and held for a total of 2 elven weeks. Presently, the following positions are hiring: Host, Bar Staff, Waitstaff, Cleaner. Any queries regarding the institution should be directed to Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas. Application Form (OOC) Username: Discord: (RP) Name: Age: Race: Position applying for: Do you have any prior experience?: Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

{Blizzard by Tyler Smith} Music For She saw everything Writings of an Elf ”For only acid can purify you” Nuala Uradir BLESSED BE THE CITIZENS OF HAELUN'OR Frozen it was, the city of Karinah’siol, frozen breeze covering everything under her ice blue gaze. No stone unturned, no corner blind. For she saw everything. Was it not for a certain trio of High Elves– of different ages. One was ancient, older than the relics we showcase in museums. One was old, yet young compared to the first one and the last one was the youngest. Equals they were to one another, however. One more educated, one holding a rank above, one's experience beyond comparison. This trio, differences aside was equal, on a mission. On a mission to once more have birds singing, butterflies flying and worms of the earth wake up. “I will make sure every one of them will be eradicated” Said one of the elves, a potent magi “They shall all face my wrath, burn under the flames of myself” She would continue Like this, it was a common goal for these brave elves, for they were alone, surrounded by ice. Simple was their mission, melt down something built by those servants of ice, the lonely women. A fire evocationist, a water evocationist and a transfigurationist together, putting their heads together figured out how to get rid of the frozen construction. And in no time, they began to work– bringing down the cursed icicle. It was trust that had been broken into million pieces, women now suspected. Patriarchy infested its way into the blessed society of equality, men taking habits of lesser races. Subjugating women. Come forth my children of Silver, for we shall not let that. Come forth and free yourself of the powers of the outside. Come forth, for I shall bring you clarity. Come forth, defend what you hold dear. Come forth, women of the lesser to defend womanhood. Come forth, men of the innocent for you shall be eaten. Come forth believers of the holy, for they represent what is unholy. Come forth. I speak to you, my children. For I shall protect you. I shall pledge my life in order to sustain yours. I shall burn to keep unburnt. I shall starve to keep you nourished. I shall weep to keep you happy. I shall be forgotten for you must be remembered. As you are mine, I am yours. Call them what they are, for they will not hear you speak. I write this letter, a head decorating my desk. A head of a lonely woman, who once was like any of us. Now she but resembles everything we despise, crying for her sisters as I cut of her head, burning the rest of her body. Hear my pledge, women of the lonely– I shall bring you liberation. You shall be burnt for your sins and mine shall be the last you will ever see. I will be the liberator, unlonely once more. For fire shall be your demise. Signed, The Sun AY'LARIHEI MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

elparir’thilln issue no. 4 printed by the Silver Printing Press 3rd of the Sun’s Smile, 78 S. A pg. 1 Haelunor’ito… THE UNION OF HAELUN’OR AND IRON’UZG The entire political arena of Almaris has been shaken now more than ever, by the historic unification of the nations of Haelun’or and Krugmar, on the 11th of the First Seed, 75 of the Second Age. Thenceforth the two nations are to act, globally, as one, binding their forces into one superstate known as “The Horde”. To some of the inhabitants of the Silver State, the news has come as a surprise, however this union is the culmination of decades of diplomatic efforts, primarily conducted by the Medi’ir Pamphilos Callidora Hyptos. The unionship entails the merging of the two states, of extensive cultural exchanges and academical collaborations, as well as a complete military cooperation. As per agreement, the Silver Island will also see upon it the construction of shrines, dedicated to the Spiritualist religion of the brave Uruk people. Politically, the Silver Government will function as normal, and the laws of the Haelun’orian people will hold as usual, Karinah’siol functioning as a citystate within The Horde. This pact is designed to hold for twenty years, afterwards needing reaffirmation every eight years. It is also affirmed, that any of the two nations may secede from the union, should they so desire. The High Elven delegation, led by the Sohaer Alaion Miravaris, hailed this historic moment as a guarantee of peace and protection, sorely needed by the Mali’aheral people, still recovering from the bloody turmoil of the past decades. Many people within Haelun’orian society optimistically foresee that the impending dread of further war upon the Silver People will dissipate, and the Silver Council will properly begin to draw towards inward perfection, towards the healing of the Motherland. “I love Haelun’or! I love Iron’uezheg! I love the Horde! WAAEUGH!” declared an enthusiastic citizen of Haelun’or for our paper, celebrating future prospects from inside the Night Owl Parlour. pg. 2 THE RETIREMENT OF THE MAHERAL Late into the evening, on the 10th of Malin’s Welcome, 75 of the Second Age, a missive from the office of the Maheral Braxus Ni’leya announced his retirement to the High Elven people. The now Malaurir Ni’leya’s initial plans of retirement were undone when the future of the Mali’thill people was threatened with extermination, with the invasion of Ivarielle and her mass-murdering mercenaries. Assuming the mantle of cultural leader in a time of crisis, the Malaurir vowed to stir the Silver State out of impending doom, restore democratic institutions and see the invaders driven out of the Silver Island. Seeing himself successful in all the initial tasks, with the ‘fennic forces routed and a democratic Silver Government instituted, the missive reaffirmed the desire of Braxus Ni’leya to retire to more peaceful and private affairs. The Maheral did not name a successor via missive, meaning that, in due time, the ancient Malauriran shall convene once more, and themselves decide who shall succeed the Ni’leya. So far no citizen has expressed, in writing, the intention of being considered as a candidate. But such is likely to change in near time. pg. 3 CLIMATE CHANGE UPON HAELUN’OR Disturbing news come out from our very own Blessed City, Karinah’siol. A storm of unprecedented proportions, of yet unknown scientific causes, has, beginning on the 77 of the Second Age, engulfed the entire island of Haelun’or. The entire tropical climate of the region has been undone, with temperatures plummeting to well below the freezing point of water, the lush green pastures being transformed into desolate permafrost. Multiple sources maintain a sense of dread that, should these new climatic conditions endure for much longer, “then the ecological chain of this island is threatened to collapse”. The authorities of Haelun’or, notably the Medi’ir Pamphilos Callidora Hyptos urged calm and trust in government, assuring that, through the State, and through the fares coming from the more tame lands of the Rexdom, there is an ample supply of necessities and various commodities to maintain our most Blessed way of life. Simultaneously, citizens of Haelun’or are advised to don warm, thick clothes to protect themselves from the raging blizzard, and to avoid sitting in the cold and late into the hour for longer than it is necessary. In times like these it is important to remember that fashion comes second for Mali’thill, and that first and foremost comes practicality and the preservation of one’s health. “The people of Haelun’or have nothing to fear. The houses of Karinah’siol are true gems, built with the highest of care towards sustainability. All have a revolutionary structure that allows heat to be recycled and stored very efficiently, so that no child of Larihei will ever know frost inside its abode.” declared an architect of Haelun’or for our newspaper. pg. 4 BEWARE, FROST WITCHES Following the recent climate catastrophe, information has been revealed of a coven of Frost Witches conducting operations on Haelun’orian grounds, orchestrating attacks upon our Silver Bastion. In light of this grave revelation, the denizens of Karinah’siol are urged to take increased care as they go about their activities. The Silver Government urges all Mali’thill to move in groups, to avoid unlit, remote locations or narrow alleys, and to report any dubious activities to the nearest body of authority. Frost Witches are devious monsters, exclusively females, that hunt and feed on the blood of males. They are particularly dangerous for their magical and cunning abilities. Some voices within society have entertained the prospect that perhaps these Frost Witches are the cause of the recent snow storm, or that they launched their operation upon our nation following the storm, in a perceived moment of weakness. Whatever the answer, the people of Haelun’or are, once more, urged to trust their institutions and elected officials, and to follow reason and the advice of their representatives, so that Mali’thill may, as has been done so often in our past, weather this storm and further pursue maehr’sae hiylun’ehya. pg. 5 ay'maehr.... PUBLIC ADVERTISEMENT pg. 6 Haelunor’itone.... MALINOR BROUGHT BACK FROM THE DEAD In a surprising turn of events, the Elven World witnesses the development of yet another superstate. The nations of Elvenesse, Fenn, Nor’asath as well as the kinslayer’s den, have announced the merging of them all into a High Princedom of ‘Malin’or’. The newly formed nation functions as a sort of confederate monarchy, with its first proclaimed ruler being Vytrek Tundrak, the ruler of the Mali’fenn. The process for the appointing of the steward of this new nation appears as a rather exhaustive electoral process, whose central figures are the ‘Malauriran’, i. e. the reigning monarchs of each of the constituent states. Whether this move comes in response to Haelun’or’s unionship or it was something long in the making, sources could not come to agreement. It remains to be seen what diplomatic moves will both sides make, though it is generally expected that this resurrected High Princedom will appear hostile towards the Silver State. “First Haelun’or and Iron’uzg, now Elvenesse and Fenn. I quit!” declared a disheartened Haelun’orian cartographer, expressing horror at the recent trend displayed by nations situated on polar opposites to merge with each other, to create “border gore”. [!] This newspaper is readily available for the citizens of Karinah'siol to read, issues being distributed to people's houses and to other various public places of interest via adequately compensated couriers, more recently equipped with impeccable clothing and daggers, to resist not only the raging frost, but also any potential Frost Witch that may be foolish enough to approach these employees of State.