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  1. With the grand opening of the Silken Lily, we now bring to you our first collection, the Honeycomb and Bees Catalog. Before we diverge the product for sale, there are those to recognize for the inspiration of this: While I have always wished to open a tailory, the steps I’ve taken so far have been inspired by Lady Vespira L. [ @PrincessSnowie], which can likely be seen by the avenue used for advertisement alongside that of the Honey Club within Balian giving the inspiration for this catalogs theme. Without further ado, the Honeycombs and Bees Catalog may be combed through below! Do keep in mind that only a brief description will cover the piece and for you to see the full creation, you must come to the storefront in Balian. ❧☙ ❃ Sleetsilk BumbleBee Handkerchief ❃ ❧☙ A waterproof handkerchief, taking on the colors of a Bee! Made with varying yellows and intermixed blacks, tulle and sleetsilk come together in an interesting combination. ❧☙ ❃ Tulle and Felt BumbleBee ❃ ❧☙ A one of a kind knick knack, made of tulle, felt and wire. All paired together to make a little Bee meant to sit on your shelf! ❧☙ ❃ The Beekeepers Bag ❃ ❧☙ One of the more serious pieces of the collection, a partially waterproof bag is made for any budding Beekeepers. With plenty of pockets and room, it’s an over-the-shoulder strap bag so one may bring it on any bee-based adventures! ❧☙ ❃ Chunky Hand-knit Honeycomb Blanket ❃ ❧☙ Thick, chunky and ranging in varying yellows and whites, this hand-knit blanket has drawn inspiration from that of the honeycomb itself. ❧☙ ❃ A Bees Life Tapestry❃ ❧☙ A large, vibrant tapestry fit for any wall! It depicts bees within a meadow, and when the piece is unraveled, it comes out at eleven and a half feet wide and seven feet long. ❧☙ ❃ Honeycomb Coin Purse ❃ ❧☙ A purse to keep any spare coin! Decorated with metallic beads and with a satin inside, it keeps to the general color scheme of the collection. Alongside this, the way it’s made allows it to be used as a handheld or to put a strap over one's shoulder! ❧☙ ❃ Sleetsilk Honeycomb Coasters ❃ ❧☙ Waterproof coasters, tinted in varying colors of yellow and cream and shaped in that of a hexagon, most recognizable as a honeycomb! ❧☙ ❃ Bumble Bee Pom Pom Pin ❃ ❧☙ A fluffy pin that can be attached to one's bag or clothing! Each detail of the Bee is done meticulously, depicting that of its antenna and wings, black and yellow pom poms hanging from the piece! ❧☙ ❃ Bumble Bee Hairstick ❃ ❧☙ A clay and sea glass hairstick, taking on the colors of its namesake, glittering prettily when positioned within ones hair! Each detail is done meticulously, special attention paid to the sparkling wings! As of this announcement, the Honeycombs and Bees Collection can be found within Balians square, at Market Place 7! Please do enjoy!
  2. THE TALONNII WINE LEAGUE Issued 11th of The First Seed, Year 75 of the Second Age The Office of the Okarir'mali is delighted to announce the opening of The Talonnii Wine League. Wherein, each talonnii can enter one drink, in hopes of being awarded STELLAR prizes! It shall commence over this next elven week. Karinah'siols vineyards are in prosperous condition, and readily available to the citizenry for utilization. To learn the labour behind the luxury, moreover to gain new prowess, all Mali'thill above the age of 50 should try their hand at the art of wine-making. Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya! Rules Each talonnii may enter one wine beverage Entries submitted by the succeeding month of The First Seed - one elven week from now Points Wines will be reviewed by the Okarir’mali, their Tilruir and Sohaer. Each will give their rating out of 5 stars and judge on a 5 point basis. Visual presentation Aroma Taste General quality Stand-out points Sullas Star Rating System 5 Sullas Stars: Superlative ✰✰✰✰✰ 4.5 Sullas Stars: Outstanding 4 Sullas Stars: Excellent ✰✰✰✰ 3.5 Sullas Stars: Very Good 3 Sullas Stars: Full of Character, Attractive ✰✰✰ 2.5 Sullas Stars: Good Wine for Everyday 2 Sullas Stars: Casual Quaffing ✰✰ 1.5 Sullas Stars: Quite Nice 1 Sullas Star: Very Ordinary ✰ 0.5 Sullas Stars: Ordinary Prizes The winner is to be announced, publicly, shortly following the finishing time for entries. Top prize 100 mina Mystery prize of great intrigue Runner up 50 mina Sohaer Alaion Miravaris Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA
  3. Hyphae You find a journal locked by a green ribbon. It's edges are worn, yet it is still firmly kept together. A crow and a rose are engraved onto its dark leathery face. Entry I My dear mother. Once a respected druid, now a sickly woman on her death bed. All because I ignored the underlying stress she bared. It had all started when I ventured off into the woods again like any normal day. I had failed once again to heed the worry of my mother, who had now fallen ill to an incurable disease. Not even all the doctors of our Seed - nor herself - could cure the wretched fevers, coughs, ill pale skin, or freckling chills that felt like needles to the back that she felt every time she woke up. How could I, her only son, be so ignorant. Now she lies there every day, as if waiting for her last breath. Now my graceful father works harder until he could work no longer. Now I sit here writing, as if writing my woes could ever cure my mother. That is until I prayed to the gods. Cerridwen and Cennunos, Mother and Father of the nature that is gifted to us. Even after every moon and sun did I wait and prayed for an answer. Patience grows thin, and and so did my inpatient mind thinned until it could no more. I have packed my bags up for a journey far away, into the deeper areas of Almaris. There, I can find some sort of cure, or at least hope to help my family. Entry II In my extensive knowledge I have gain from travelling around Almaris, I would have not known I would gain a sister, or well adopt one. As I was looking for some sort of person with a medical background, I had met the young prodigy Delilah coincidentally along the way to Vortice. She had kindly greeted me and swooned me over with her childish nature. How dearly I love her. As we grew closer the following month together, she was immediately under my wing. Through her, I had learned more about the people in the East, and even settled down at Elysium to understand the herbs around there. From Bat's bulb to Jailer's Moss, I studied hard to get to her level. I wished for my parents to meet her. They always ways wanted a daughter. Entry III The peaceful life of Elysium had taken a turn for the worse. Krugmar, the warring nation up the road from Elysium. War has stepped into our lives as they threaten us with raids and kidnapping our people. Delilah resides in Fenn for her studies; where it is safer. On the other hand, I have decided to stand my ground and stay at Elysium, in hopes that our kingdom is strong enough to keep the Orcs at bay. I watch over the walls, always anticipating death at our gates. Entry IV Uruks. Crude in nature and powerful in battle. They had somehow gotten into Elysium while I was away gathering more herbs. They side with Krugmar. What crazy racists they show to be. I used the citizen tunnels to quietly get in, spying on them as they lurk the streets of our home. Seven in total I have seen. How could a handful of them get in when we had guards on every post? I have heard their prideful yells of how we are cowards, how the guards ran away, and how they would not let anyone in; mostly because they did not have the key. They vilely spill alcohol down their throats, celebrating their success. I hope this ungodly hour ends before Delilah returns home. (Entries will be added continuously in the later future)
  4. [!] Floral envelopes are posted about Karinah'siol! The Roman Ruins in Schönbrunn, Friedrich Frank A Party in the Gardens Issued 12th of Malin's Welcome, Year 75 of The Second Age Gather Mali’thill, for you will find a glorious garden party by the splendour of the blessed bathhouse, next elven day! At the event, Elokarir’mali will be making an announcement that may be of interest to a collection of the citizenry. Moreover, you will have the opportunity to taste wine and cheese pairings, reviewed and chosen by fastidious Mali’thill at The Night Owl Parlour’s recent evening gathering. Visaj Red & Miravaris Cheddar Sillumiran Sparkle & Farmer’s White Cheese Hyptos Honeywine & Mammoth Cheese We have much to discuss and, progress to pursue. Haelun'or rises to meet each day, ever to follow the path of Larihei, the Lady of Silver! OOC: Friday 6th, 2pm EST/7pm BST May your paths be safe, your floors unbroken and may Elcihi'thilln fill your eyes with beauty. Okarir'mali Elarhil Sullas MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA
  5. Renewed Hospital of St. Amyas Code of Conduct As of the 9th of Snow’s Maiden, Year 75 of the Second Age As of Wzuvar ag Byvca, 424 E.S. On Medical Personnel: Surgeon General: The head medic of the hospital and in charge of everything relating to health and recovery of all citizens and allies of Hanseti-Ruska. This includes: running and maintaining the hospital, educating all apprentices and practitioners in the ways of medicine, and assisting in BSK operations as either a combat medic or a field doctor. Deputy Surgeon General: The second in command to the Surgeon General and appointed as they see fit. Their duties are to educate practitioners and apprentices while acting as the Surgeon General while they are not currently present. Physician: A medic that has completed the training and passed the exam given by the clinic management. They may practice medicine within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska and accompany the BSK on operations where the medic corps is required. Apprentice: A medic that has not completed the training and/or has not passed the exam given by the clinic management. They often assist physicians with patients to gain practical or theoretical knowledge as teaching, and many gain the opportunity to treat patients when physicians are unavailable or occupied. An apprentice may only perform on patients with injuries they have been fully taught in. An Apprentice may not perform autopsies or enter the morgue without the supervision of a licensed practitioner or higher. Auxiliary Medical Personnel: A medic that does not reside in the Kingdom and has been verified by the Surgeon General in order to practice medicine in the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. Active Duty: Any Practitioner or Higher informing the Surgeon General or Deputy SG they are on active duty before giving care to a patient, if they enter the hospital of St. Amyas upon a medic being summoned or attending official missions with the BSK will be deemed as an active duty practitioner. On Defining Medical Terminology: Medic: Any practitioner or higher with sufficient training and licensing. Combat Medic: A medic trained to fight and treat the wounded while in a battle setting. In order to be a full Combat Medic, one must have licensing from the Hospital and be at least an Oathedman in the BSK. Alchemist: A person with the knowledge of the science of Alchemy. They are versed with the application of and knowledge to craft alchemical solutions. Therapist: A medic with specialization in mental health and trauma. Herbalist: A medic who specialize in the use of, harvesting and culturing of herbs in their treatment. Midwife: A medic who specialises in labour and pregnancy in women. Family Nurse/Doctor: A medic who specialises in the care of children through infancy to adulthood. Malpractice: When a medic purposefully injures/cripples/ kills a patient, causes physical or mental harm to a patient, and/or practices without proper training or proper license, that medic shall be banned from practicing medicine in the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska on the grounds of malpractice. Malpractice can be brought up in the Aulic courts by an injured party (wronged patient or family) seeking monetary reperations for the negligence or misconduct. Autopsy: A study of a dead being for the purposes of determining a cause of death or furthering an education of the personnel of the hospital. Invasive: An autopsy where the cadaver is cut open for one of two purposes: to determine cause of death when a non-invasive autopsy is unable to do so or to provide further knowledge of the body to the Hospital staff. Non-Invasive: An autopsy where the corpse is not cut open for the purpose of determining the cause of death. The corpse must remain intact till the next of kin or state is able to come collect said corpse. Cadaver: A deceased body meant to be studied for furthering the education of the Hospital staff. Corpse: A deceased body stored in the morgue until the next of kin or state come to collect said body for funeral rites. Clinical Trespassing: When a person not injured or a part of hospital staff is interfering with hospital operations. On The Medical Licensing Process: Lessons: The Apprentice wishing to become a full practitioner must complete each lesson in the Hospital curriculum under the Surgeon General or Deputy Surgeon General. The Written Medical Exam: Once the Apprentice has completed the training and has gotten the approval of the Surgeon General, they may then take the written exam. This exam will cover hospital policy and procedure while also covering theoretical events where medical knowledge is needed to make the call. Licensing: Once an Apprentice or applying Auxiliary Medic has completed the medical exam, they are then qualified for a medical license to practice in the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska after taking the oath of a Doctor with the Surgeon General. Should any Practitioner or Auxiliary Personnel practice without a license or have gotten their license revoked, they will be banned from practicing medicine within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska and if caught will be brought before the court for malpractice. Should the Surgeon General or Deputy Surgeon General lose their license, they will be stripped of their position, banned from practice, and brought before the court for malpractice and gross incompetence. On Patient Care: Physicians are entitled to refuse to treat a patient if they are not on active duty. Only the King or the Lord Palatine may overrule this unless at least one of, but not limited to one, the below mentioned conditions are met: They are a Non-descendant creature Have a bad history with the medic in question Have assaulted (verbally or physically) the medic in question Have disregarded previous orders from a practitioner or higher If the patient gets severely crippled, wounded, or dies due to the practitioner refusing to treat the patient when not on active duty, the practitioner cannot be held liable if the patient falls under any of the above mentioned categories. If the practitioner is on active duty they may only refuse treatment if their life is under threat by the patient. Patients may refuse treatment so long as they are fully conscious when the attending medic arrives. Only the Koeng or the Lord Palatine may overrule this should they or the Surgeon General informing them deem it necessary. Another descendant or next of kin may not refuse on behalf of the patient if said patient is unconscious. On Morgue Procedures: Entry into the Morgue shall be restricted to the Surgeon General and Deputy Surgeon General. Practitioners and the Lord Palatine may request permission, but this permission must be acquired each entry into the morgue. Apprentices and Auxiliary personnel may only be down in the morgue under the watch of the Surgeon General or Deputy Surgeon General. Proper Care of Corpses and Cadavers will be left to the Surgeon General and Deputy Surgeon General. Each corpse and cadaver will be stored for 13 months before being cremated. This is to prevent a viral pandemic to break out. If the corpse does not have family or the family has not come to collect the corpse, it must be burned. Lessons can be held in the morgue for practical skills. These lessons shall be held by the Surgeon General or Deputy Surgeon General presiding. Only Apprentices and other hospital staff may be down in the morgue if a lesson is taking place there. All others will be asked to leave lest they be charged with clinical trespassing. Cremation will take place when: the corpse has not been collected after 13 months and no family or the state has stated otherwise after being contacted or the cadaver has not been used in 13 months to prevent disease from spreading. Reports will be written by the Surgeon General or Deputy Surgeon General depending on which office is doing the autopsy. The family, State, and Hospital Management shall have access to the autopsy report should the need arise. All of the policies above are to be held by the Surgeon General and the staff under them. Should any issues arise, do contact the Hospital of St. Amyas. Thanks go to past Surgeon General, Aestenia Aevaris, for the original draft of the Code of Conduct. SIGNED BY: Her Ladyship, Adrianna Irene Darkwood neé Barclay, Surgeon General of Hanseti-Ruska Mister Raijen Stars, Deputy Surgeon General of Hanseti-Ruska Her Ladyship, Erika Renate Barclay, Alderwoman of Hanseti-Ruska
  6. The Kyrene Boutique LOTC Skinner Shop OUR DISCORD An excellent choice, the Kyrene Boutique. With a name that derives from the meaning of "lords," our products are sure to be fitted as if for royalty itself! We strive to give Lord of the Craft refined and detailed skins that are perfect for roleplay! From a wide range of designs created by our current main 4 skinners, we take requests for people in need of new drabs and wear. So, come in and we welcome you to join us to try our wares and wonders! Skinner Applications Do you want to be an employee in Kyrene Boutique? Come and join our community of skinners by signing up! Show us what your capable of and your profile could be added to our folders for people to see! We're hoping to advertise small skinners like ourselves to earn in-game (and also out-game) money! Fill out this application and become one of our tailors today! Employee Profiles Here are our employees' profiles for customers to get a sense of what our products look like and what we are best at doing! "Hello there! My name is Kito and this is my Profile." ~-~-~- <3 What I do: 1. Dresses 2. Formal Attire 3. Casual Attire 4. Bases What I do not do: 1. Armor 3. Gore ~-~-~- <3 ~~~~~ --- "Greetings! My name is Ros (known as the character Amadis in LOTC) and this is my profile!" What I do: 1. Dresses 2. Formal Attire 3. Casual Attire 4. Bases 5. Amor --- ~~~~ YUNA "Hey there, the name's Yuna, and I'm a Free commissioner. If you have an idea for a skin, and you're conveniently too lazy to make it yourself, then gimme the details! But before I do, here's the criteria that I'm used to." What I normally do 1: Regular outfits 2: Formal attire (dresses, suits etc.) 3: Bases 4: Armor (depends) 5: Minor/small details What I normally don't do 1: Gore 2: NSFW (wait, why would you wa-) ~~~~ NEIL What I do: 1. Armor 2. Clothing What I do not do: 1. Dresses Examples of Work: https://www.planetminecraft.com/member/thelostschizo/ ~~~~ What are you waiting for? Join the community!
  7. As a group of Mali'aheral continued to work away at a heap of debris, the unstable sapphire mine they stood in would rumble, pieces of the cavern walls and ceiling crumbling down as they chipped off pieces of the bottom. “Is it falling there, too?” “It is!” “Ve can’t leave him!” Hræthån growled, “If we continue to mine, we’re all going to die, including him!” “Just — go!” Elarhil Sullas gave the muffled cry out, agonizing to be witness to, “The death of one Mali’aheral is better than three.” “The death of none is best!” Soris shuffled towards the stairway, peering toward the water. “We could go higher, is there another place we can get him out?” Questioned Okarir’tir Edgars An’asul. The stairs shook as the structure of the cave was compromised. From above, rocks began to cascade. "Please!" Elarhil pleaded, curling up besides the pirate skeleton that rest in his otherwise solitary hollow, as sand and water flooded in. Hræthån grumbled in anger, "SHIT!" He roared as he begun to hammer as quick as he could at the sandstone. Soris snapped her attention to the ceiling, dropping the shovel as she brought both hands to her helmet, holding the sides, "Shit, shit." She cursed, before turning towards the others. Hræthån grasped then that he would have to take a different approach. He turned to Edgars and Soris, "We have to get out NOW!" He shouted, "We can come back later, when it's safer!" Wide-eyed with alarm, Elarhil nestled further, "Ti, Hræthån! Please GO! You'll kill all of us!" He choked. "Alright, time to go!" Ordered Edgars. “ito kae Dio mya’leh!” Three of them made it to the surface. First spoiler — emotes Second spoiler — screenshots
  8. [!] A yellowed, once wettened and now dried note, flutters — hung up infront of The Night Owl Parlour by an elfess dressed in blue. The ink cursive writing is splodgy and rough in places. It's contents contain indications as to why. It is so very cold, and so very dark, now that my oil lamp has burnt out. The dampness of this tomb I wait in worries me. I notice, in this space where I have lost one sense, that of sight; my other senses feel heightened. A pounding in my head, at times, seems all I can hear. Dreariness too overcomes me. No doubt both caused by my dismal conditions. I try to scheme a way out, but my mind is equally as empty as this cavern, now that no other descendants nor monsters roam it. A man who’s been here far longer, a skeleton pirate makes for OK company, though I long to be able to listen to his life tales. Please, rescue me, expeditiously. Larihei kae annilereh. ito kae Dio mya’leh.
  9. [!] Leaflets are posted in the marketplace as well as outside the bastille of Karinah’siol. Scout Pamphlet, Vol niut – The Sapphire Mine Issued 9th of Malin’s Welcome, Year 74 of the Second Age Theme Last elven day, a band of brave Mali’thill descended into an abandoned sapphire mine that was discovered North East of the Haelun’orian isle; What awaited, was altogether an unknown. Here are the findings of Okarir’tir Edgars An’asul, Anara Elervathar, Hileia, Stelios Kekemos Hyptos, Valazaer Calith, and myself, Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas. We could infer that the last descendant visitors to the cave were a crew of pirates. Their forsaken ship docked close by, a code found upon the vessel allowed us to enter the mine after decryption. Maneuvering through the cave formation was in itself a task. The walls ooze a luminous lime green slime, adherent to touch, it has the possibility to entrap an entire Mali. That which blocked our path we singed by handheld torches, allowing us to proceed. While it had been evident descendants had not entered for quite some time prior to us, other creatures inhabit the area still. A colossal coconut crab, disturbed by our presence, put up an arduous defence till the creature could no longer — retreating to a crack in the wall. Curiously, frequent throughout the cave were locked chests, each with further unique codes needed to be opened. One chest, relatively near to the surface, we found had a ship carved onto the top and buttons on every side marked front, back, left and right accordingly. A quick-witted Hileia solved the puzzle, noting the order of the directions mentioned in a journal scrap found on the nearby pirate ship, pressing the buttons on the sides of the chest, bow, stern, port and starboard to open it. Deeper in the mine, as close to the bellows as we could get, we were faced with an enormous web that crawled with spiders. Ideas were thrown around as to how to surpass this. However, we concluded it would be wise to conserve energy, establish a plan and return later. As such, we are returning to the site on The Grand Harvest. Above ground, a rescue party will be stationed on the beach as a precaution — with refreshments, naturally. Take your best adventuring gear; advised is a light source, a weapon, a shield and light food and water rations. OOC: Saturday 30th April, 4pm EST/9pm BST Uhieran Scout Leader Elarhil Sullas MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA
  10. Painting in the Park Issued 10th of The Deep Cold, Year 72 of The Second Age Cerin Amroth in Lothlórien, Ulla Thynell Creatives of Elcihi'thilln, On The First Seed of this elven week, a session of painting in the square will commence! For the innovative minds of Mali'thill are not limited to any kind of study; there is much value to be found in artistic fields. All are encouraged to come explore, practice and enjoy. There will be three categories of painting, which will we run through, in the following order: Still life Model Free form For each category, the object of your painting will be up to choice! Nevertheless, should you find trouble within the vast beauty of our State, finding just one matter in your surroundings to focus upon, there will be a selection laid out as an aid. You may find a model in any other willing participant. No need to bring your own brushes - all equipment will be provided by the State! OOC: Friday 22nd, 3pm EST/9pm BST May your paths be safe, your floors unbroken and may Elcihi'thilln fill your eyes with beauty. Okarir'mali Elarhil Sullas MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA
  11. THE TRIALS OF LOVE 11th of Gronna ag Droba 421 E.S. 'They were discovered entangled in sheets, cheeks reddened with a guilty sheen.’ Adele Ludovar reads a copy of the most recent Edition of Hearsay. As she does so, she sinks down onto the palace steps, unable to tear her eyes away from the piece of parchment she clasps in her hands. She already knew everything that was written about Him in the edition, of course, but it still horrified her to read it. Her mind glanced back on the horror of the month before. Adele Ludovar sat with her family. Her new family. The family of her mother that she was still exploring, that side that her father had fought so hard to hide from them. (And not Him with his despair and impulsiveness; sleeping with another woman the month before they were to be married) And she received a note by courier: ‘Adele. We need to Talk. - Matyas’. He burst into tears as soon as he saw her, crying out and holding onto her tightly - maybe savouring that moment of calm and her concerned affection before it all came crashing down. Their combined sobs wracked through the Ludovar apartment that evening, as they fought back and forth then eventually being left as a mournful pile of two broken young people In Love. Adele Ludovar watches the rain pour down while she sits, barely sheltered, under the Palace’s outer foyer. Her freezing hands hold the copy of Hearsay Edition XIII and the rain blots into each page, smearing the ink and ruining it. But the words written are burnt into her mind and she will never forget what has happened to trigger such an edition. 'Even if Lady Adele wishes to make amends, her father surely does not.’ Adele Ludovar hugs her father as sobs are released in the halls of Otistadt. “Ea forgive Him, papej.” She says quickly, through her tears, “V-vy didn’t see Him on the day, he was…” She cuts herself off, not wanting to finish that sentence. 'A mess.’ Johann speaks plainly when he replies, rubbing her back comfortingly as he holds her. “But it does niet free him from his deeds. And it does niet make me trust that he will take care of mea greatest treasure in the whole world. Ea could niet care about anyone’s feelings if it costs pain to mea dearest.” And at that a servant runs up the stairs with a certain dish on a plate. 'An Erkindelir with Uli’ He states, ‘Ea only feed him the dish he cooked.’ Adele Ludovar does not know how she feels. On one hand she is still heartbroken, while on the other her heart aches when she is away from Him. She must be In Love with Him. Adele Ludovar might be a stupid girl In Love, who will surely suffer for her mistakes. 'Was it worth it, Lord Alban?’ Adele Ludovar’s face pales as Johann turns to head back to Karosgrad and Matyas, her beloved, to serve Him the dish that would seal their fate and she frantically clutches at his upper arms in a vague attempt to stop him from leaving. “Papej, nie.” She says, eyes suddenly filling with a kind of terrified desperation. “Vy can’t do this, v-vy can’t!” She cries, her heart beating faster in her chest with every passing moment. Adele Ludovar is petrified of losing Him. (Him and his auburn hair and the dimple right there on his cheek, and his sky blue eyes that she loves so dearly. Him and his great sorrowful weeping in regret of his actions, and Him and his unforgivable betrayal that almost made her heart stop.) Adele Ludovar is not ready to admit what she is about to plead with… But surely it’s the only way as she claws at her father’s arm clutching that heart to rip it from him and protect Matyas. It is all she can do. “Ea love Him-!” She cries, “E-ea do, vy can’t do this…” Johann dislodges her from his arm, glancing over his shoulder with an impregnably stern expression. ‘Yam heading back. Vy should rest, dear.’ 'Do tell me, for I am quite curious.’ Adele Ludovar is cold; for there is no warmth in a world without Him. Adele Ludovar stands beside Him in the cold empty Basilica. Their words echoed through the halls as they spoke, and her heart aches for disobeying her father’s wishes but even more she flinches with every syllable from his poetic lips as her stomach does somersaults… She stands dumbfounded at his declaration. “Ea will marry vy, Adele Emma Ludovar,” He declares as he stares at her; eyes full of determination. “That ea promise vy.” It’s his avowel to her. That he will work until he drops dead or earns her hand. Adele Ludovar sighs wistfully, an aching beginning to form in her stomach as she stares at Him. “Please… When vy duel. Don’t get hurt…” She says quietly, “Ea’ll be worried…” In response he only grimaces. “Ea have to get hurt.” He murmurs, bringing his glance to the floor. “Otherwise ea fear there is nie chance of convincing vyr papej.” That fills her with a sense of dread and fear, and she reaches to grasp his hand. “Ea’ll be worried,” She gently pleads, silently praying to Godan at the altar that he’ll give in. “Or- at least don’t try to get hurt.” He allows her to take his hand, “Ea will survive, ea assure vy.” 'But what use is a playwright when he lives his own tragedy?’ Adele Ludovar stands in the shaded observation area of Karosgrad’s hippodrome with her heart in her throat, thumping loudly, as she watches her sister and Beloved stand opposing one another. Her lip quivers fearfully. She can barely think straight. What if he loses? What does that even prove? What if he gets hurt? What if he dies? How could she ever forgive Amicia for hurting him? And how could she ever forgive her father for orchestrating the whole thing! She should be married by now. She could have been pregnant by now; she would have been so happy… What if this is it for them? Adele Ludovar watches the pair size each other up as Amicia puts on her gloves and her eyes widen. They prepare to fight for her honour. The honour that she doesn’t want back… Adele Ludovar wants Him back.
  12. [!] Silver envelopes are delivered directly to Haelun'orian mailboxes! 72 SA Sullas Soirée Dearest Mali’thill, It is with bounties of pleasure and pride the Sullas talonnii will be opening our manor to the citizens of Haelun’or for an evening of exquisite grazing, music, dancing and games! We offer a time well spent amongst beloved lliran. Specifically on the agenda of the eve are the following: ⚪A toast to the new Republic! A historically Sullasian ideology is in full swing and beckons swift progress for the Silver State, thanks to the tireless work of Elheial’thilln. 🟡 Various appeals from each host, among these, tarot reading and having a uniquely written poem! ⚪ Snack buffet and beverages. On the menu is Haelun’orian honey, olives and sparkling beetroot water! Our address is Berr’lin Boulevard IV. Please RSVP. [!] RSVP slips are included. ↓ Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas & Residents of the Sullas’Calith’ehya manor.
  13. [!] Pinned to the Haelun'orian notice board and around the tavern is the following notice. To Change A Name Issued 5th of The Deep Cold, Year 71 of the Second Age Music It is with consideration that a centre of congregation in Karinah’siol, previously named The Magelight Inn, is to be renamed. Members of Elcihi found a rebrand in order, as changes are underway, and additionally to remove association with the former Okarir’mali. It is henceforth to be called The Night Owl Parlour. By Amanda Clark The Golden Owl is the symbol of the Elibar’acal. Azorella Elibar’acal being a figure of note regarding the last Republic of Haelun’or. As the building is under Sullas management, owing to the talonnii’s ancient beliefs of the power of astral bodies, comes the inclusion of ‘Night’. Changes to The Night Owl Parlour are to include removal of the impure smoking lounge and betterments to other rooms within the establishment. Sohaer Alaion Miravaris Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA
  14. [!] Leaflets are posted in the marketplace as well as outside the bastille of Karinah’siol. Scout Pamphlet, Vol oem – The Bay Issued 9th of The Amber Cold, Year 71 of the Second Age Theme Citizens of Haelun’or Eluhieran, the scouts of Haelun’or, shall be going on an excursion this Malin’s Welcome with a goal established by Maheral Braxus Ni’leya; To capture a white octopus. One has been confirmed to exist off the coast of our Silver Isle. The octopus is then to be transferred to the fishtank within the restricted Eternal Library. The scouts humbly ask you to join us on this day, as it is too precarious to go alone. This task will contribute towards the Sil Badge for Uhieran! In this capture, the creature is not to be harmed, we must be tactful in our approach. [!] A fold on the leaflet can be flipped up! Maheral Braxus Ni’leya Uhieran Scout Leader Elarhil Sullas Uhieran Scout Leader Alpine Wonda MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA
  15. A PLEDGE 9th of The Deep Cold, Year 70 of the Second Age I affirm that as Okarir'mali I will carry through the following: -An active tavern environment -Allow for new tavern staff to apply -Work with Elsillumirans new sector for event safety -Make enhancements to the theatre and game room areas of the tavern -Appoint and coordinate Tilruirs to aid in the running of Haelun'ors event life -Aid in the creation and promotion of non-economic guilds and associations, as well as leisure activities within Elcihi'thilln -Work with talonniis of Elcihi'thilln to help them host events -Manage and update the Haelun'orian Notice Board Tilruir'nealu Elarhil Sullas MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA
  16. Kingdom of Lechia LECHIAN CULTURE SUBGROUP OF LECHITIC PEOPLES HISTORY THE ORIGINS Depiction of Lech and his two brothers, looking for a place for a new settlement The Lechian people derive from the group of Lechitian peoples. According to the so called pre-Lechitian myth, the founders of the three main Lechitian cultures, (Lechian, Ruthian that is similar to the Raevir, and Tschech) came to the continent of Vistulia in search of a place to settle. The second oldest of those three brothers, named Lech has followed a huge white eagle to its nest. That is where he established his first village in order to let the Lechian culture grow. Since that day the Lechitic coat of arms is a mighty white eagle. With an established capital that Lech named Gniezno, the Lechian culture flourished and developed vigorously. The first Lechitic leader established the first state structures and customs but was of pagan faith for it took several decades for him and his people to convert to Canonism, which came from their cultural cousins - the Tschechs. EARLY YEARS OF CANONISM IN LECHIA Depiction of Prince Mieszko being baptised After centuries of slow development, the first monks of the Canonist Church arrived on the continent of Vistulia. According to old documents they were led by Vojtech, of Tschech origin, as Tschechs have accepted Canonism before the Lechians. Thanks to his diplomatic skills, Vojtech convinced Mieszko to accept baptism, marry a canonist Tschech princess, and at the same time incorporate Lechians into the canonist community. As a new ruler within the canonist church, Mieszko united the Lechian tribes and conquered far more land than any of his ancestors. The country stretched from the sea in the north to the mountains in the south. Vojtech, who stayed at Mieszko's court for some time has crowned him as a prince, as Mieszko found himself unworthy of being a King. This gave rise to the first dynasty of Lechia - Piast. As new cultural norms grew, churches were built, a network of stone roads developed and the first church structures were established in the capital. Unfortunately, the times of peace passed after the missionary Vojtech's expedition to the northern tribes, who bestially murdered him and quartered his corpse. Mieszko still remembered Vojtech's merits and set off to the north to fight for justice. The soldiers of Mieszko had no mercy on the pagans and slaughtered the population of the local settlements in the same bestial manner while imposing the Canonist faith on the survivors. Despite the long process of converting the Lechians to the true faith, which sometimes met with armed resistance from the native believers, Mieszko's reign is remembered as decades of peace. TIMES OF KING BOLESLAW AND HIS SONS Depiction of Boleslaw and his sons, arriving at Krakovia The times of Boleslaw the First echoed among the Lechitian tribes. Immediately after his coronation, he began a period of conquests, and greatly expanded the dependent territory of Lechia. As the first of the Kings, since his father did not accept the title of the King of Lechia, he ordered to make a sword intended for coronation of further Kings, and a Crown decorated with many precious gems. The sword called "Szczerbiec" ("Chipper") played a significant role in the reign of Boleslaw and later his sons, as it became a symbol of Lechian nationalism and a sign of victory over foreign powers. Legends say that it took its name from the moment when Boleslaw chipped it against the gate of the capital city of a neighbouring state, to mark Lechitic annexation of the border areas. Unfortunately, he did not enjoy his reign long after this event. King Boleslaw died three years later of an unspecified illness. For Lechia there came a time of sorrow, as Boleslaw had many sons and each of them claimed his father's crown. Having divided the country into parts, a fratricidal struggle for the crown of Lechia began. The eldest of the brothers, Mieszko III occupied the capital and held it for many years. The brothers from the western, northern and eastern parts meanwhile held talks about a new order after the end of the civil war. The quarrelling brothers chose as ruler someone who had never known a taste of power - Kazimierz, the youngest of the brothers, who ruled over no province. Mieszko III, faced with the overwhelming power of the united brothers, renounced the crown and the Bishop of Krakovia crowned Kazimierz as the new King of Lechia. The times in which Kazimierz reigned were the best in the history of his family. He rebuilt the destructions of the civil war, developed the monetary system and established the first university in Lechia. He died at the age of 70, leaving no male descendant. JOGAILAN RULE AND LECHIAN DECLINE Depiction of Wladyslaw proclaiming the Union After Kazimierz's death, the only person of his blood was his daughter Hedwig. She married a powerful leader of a neighbouring country, and united the two countries in a personal union. Despite the power of the great state, pagan tribes still lived in the north and invaded the lands of Lechia. To remedy this, Wladyslaw, for that was the name Hedwig's husband, called upon the help of the strong Waldenian Order. He was unable to foresee the cunning and guile with which the Knights operated, and allowed them to occupy the land of the pagans so that they could continue to help the Lechians spread Canonism. Soon after, the knights turned on Wladyslaw and formed an alliance to help them conquer the lands dependent on the Jogailan dynasty. At that time, there was great social unrest in Lechia, with tendencies calling for the introduction of sanoism, priorism but also absolute power in the government. There were many clashes between Lechitic priorists and sanoists, who had two different concepts of the state. The Sejm (the equivalent of the Duma in Haense or the parliament in Oren) rejected all attempts to reform the state, thus stagnation deepened and Lechia was exposed to blows from the outside. The powerful alliance formed by the Waldenians, and the neighbouring powers as well as, the constant skirmishes with them caused the disintegration of the state. Lechia has not appeared on world maps since then, yet the people still remember their roots and will never abandon them. CULTURE OF LECHIA WAR CULTURE Depiction of Lechian warriors going on a hunt Lechians are known for their fighting stubbornness. This is due to their culture, which grew up on warrior values because of the many threatening neighbours around their state when it still existed. Young Lechians were trained from the age of 16 to become infantrymen, archers or horsemen. Women could also train if they wished to, but they usually stayed at home and took care of the hearth and home. Among Lechitic soldiers the highest value is honour, which should never be tarnished. There are many chronicles about the heroic deeds of the Lechians in their fight against the invaders, especially about the skill of their cavalrymen, who, with much smaller numbers of troops, were able to destroy the Waldenian armies with very few losses. Lechitic troops were usually lightly armed with spears, short swords and shields, or short bows. There were also heavy regiments, such as the famous Husaria. The Hussars were an elite cavalry unit serving the Kings of Lechia. Known for their ornate armour and wings made of eagle feathers, they wreaked havoc on the battlefields. Depiction of Husaria PEASANT NATION Depiction of Lechian landscape Lechia was mainly located in the lowlands, which favoured the development of agriculture and peasant culture. The first Lechitic Kings issued various privileges for the peasants in return for their hard work for the homeland. The Lechitic peasants mastered the so-called three-field system on the basis of which all farms, private and state, operated. In the fields, peasants worked from dawn to dusk, in every season except winter. They worked hard at harvest time, and 1/3 of the harvested crop was to be given to the local overlord - a baron, count or duke. Local peasants were also very fond of animal products, so they bred a variety of pigs, cows and sheep from which they could obtain the materials they needed. A highly prized product among the middle class was bee honey. Only trained peasants were allowed to own and run an apiary and extract honey from it for personal and commercial use. Another highly popular occupation among the villagers was brewing. Many peasants were employed in private breweries where they produced high quality alcohol in the form of beer, vodka or wine. One of such brewery brands is Harnaś Brewing Company, owned by House Jazlowiecki. Depiction of a Lechian town Cities founded by various Lechitic noble families were usually located on hills, slopes or cliffs, where danger could come from one side. The wealthier towns were surrounded by a wall, usually made of stone or bricks, and there usually was a drawbridge leading to the gate with at least one tower. In every town there was a church or chapel where local people could worship God and pray for a successful harvest. The houses of Lechitic families were made of stone, wood and thatch as a roof, as these were commonly available raw materials. Wealthier families from the middle and high nobility could afford to build houses from more expensive materials such as white stone or expensive varieties of wood, unattainable for ordinary peasants. It was not very often that you could see noble houses within the walls of cities, as high ranking families usually had their own estates that operated independently. The same applied to the castles of local rulers. They were usually solitary standing on advanced rock formations where it was difficult for enemies to get to during an attack. Depiction of a Lechian castle A typical Lechitic castle was surrounded by a thick wall made of stone bricks and was dominated by the roofs of towers and the main building where the throne room and the feast hall were located. In the castle there was usually a small chapel, and in front of the bridge leading to the castle there was a small settlement for the castle workers - guards, priests and officials. A life in a noble keep differed from village life, as there the king's representatives came and there the future of the region was debated. RELIGIOUS SOCIETY Depiction of a Lechian monastery Lechians are a people proud of their religious affiliation. Processions and solemn masses for the homeland and the king were very common during the time of their state. The king, according to official state propaganda, had authority from God, and additionally filled important places in the government with church officials. The most important seat of the church in Lechia was Krakovia where the Archbishop resided. There was also the cathedral of the Virgin, where the kings of Lechia were crowned. The Church in Lechia strictly outlined the rules of morality and punished the disobedient. Despite this, the church was highly respected by peasants, the middle class and the nobility. Many Lechians turned away from the church when they secretly formed alliances and agreements with the Waldenians regarding their position after they occupy these lands. Today, despite the diaspora in which Lechians live, the church still plays a significant role in their lives TRADITIONS Depition of Krakovia before an upcoming fair Dożynki Originating from the provincial part of Lechia - Dożynki (in common the Harvest Festival) played a great role in the life of small towns and villages. Dożynki were a special time of the harvest where people gathered in squares or clearings and set up poles with colourful streamers, tables with white tablecloths and surrounded everything with bales of hay. In the middle, a bonfire was lit over which meat bought by the peasants to celebrate the success of this year's harvest was roasted. On the tables, however, there were colourful vegetables and fruit, and everything in the theme of the harvest. Drowning of Marzanna Drowning of Marzanna was an important part of the Lechian folklore. When winter ended and spring began, children from towns and villages made puppets stuffed with hay and decorated them to resemble women. Drowning the puppet in the river, or sometimes burning it, symbolised the passing of winter and the arrival of spring. The death of Marzanna was to symbolise the passing of the month associated with death and the arrival of new life in spring. Night of Kupała Lechian customs and rituals related to the Kupała Night were supposed to ensure health and fertility. Fires were lit, in which herbs were burned. Various kinds of fortune-telling and dancing took place during the joyful games. Girls would throw garlands with lighted candles into the rivers. If the garland was fished out by a bachelor, it meant a quick marriage. If it floated, the girl would not marry soon. If it burned, drowned or became entangled in rushes, it boded ill for old age. It is thought that these are probably the remains of old pagan spring rituals, that Lechians have incorporated into their culture after converting to Canonism. LECHIAN LEGACY Depiction of City of Krakovia, seat of House Jazlowiecki in the Margraviate of Lvinsk Although centuries have passed since the fall of Lechia, the spirit of the Lechians has never died. The first verse of their favourite patriotic song says "Jeszcze Lechia nie zginęła, kiedy my żyjemy" - "Lechia is not yet lost, as long as we live". The most widely known family that still maintains the Lechitic legacy and culture to this day is House Jazlowiecki. It first became famous for the military genius of the founding fathers of the family - Aleksander Batory and Mikhail Svarogovich, who fought alongside Wilheim and Tylos Barclay, as well as Bogdan Canoslav in the War of Two Emperors. After many years of separation, the two brotherly families of Batory and Svarogovich were united under one banner. To this day, memories of nearly 200 years ago are still vivid among family members. After decades of effort, the Lechians have finally won a place to live where they could propagate their culture and traditions in harmony. The Margraviate of Lvinsk, was a refuge for Lechians, where everyone was welcome, native or foreign. Under the rule of Venerable Borys Jazlowiecki, the first Margrave of Lvinsk, and August Jazlowiecki, the first Baron of Triglav - the Margraviate constantly developed. After the fall of Savoy, Jazlowieckis decided to take their fate in their hands and openly asked King of Oren, Frederick I about the possible relocation. Thanks to his wife being a Savoyard, and the prestige their family earned through the years in the southern realm, King Frederick didn't even think but allowed them to settle in the western part of his Kingdom. Under the rule of Margrave Jazlowiecki, the Lechian culture was safe and ready to flourish once more under a new banner. After years of prosperity, came the Harvest Revolution, which drove the Lechians from their home. The treacherous de Vilains, whom the Jazlowieckis saw as friends, deprived them of their home. But GOD watched over them and crushed the oppressors that drove them out of Eagle's Retreat. Thanks to the pious Prince of Merryweather, Ottomar II, into whose hands the land that once belonged to Grodno fell, through goodwill and respect was returned to its rightful owners. From this moment onwards, the House of Jazlowiecki became an integral part of the United Kingdom of Aaun. Lvinsk, Grodno, Warsovia, Triglav, Wolavia & Viska Coats of Arms SARMATIAN CULTURE Depiction of traditional Lechian noble outfits Sarmatism is a culture developed by the Lechians during the Jogailan rule. It presupposed a golden liberty for the nobility, which allowed them to meddle in the interests of the kingdom without the right of intervention by the King. The nobility would gather for Legislative Sejm, which allowed for new laws, reforms or even the writing of a constitution. However, the Golden Liberty assumed a right of veto on the part of anyone in whose veins noble blood flowed. The representatives of the high nobility bought off the lower-born and less wealthy nobles to vote no and use the veto, which broke up the sejm and prevented state reforms. Very characteristic was the nobleman's dress worn during Sejms, called Kontusz, and sabres or maces at its belt. Golden Liberty also had other drawbacks. The nobility, enjoying a high degree of autonomy, built their manors in forested retreats around which stretched hectares of land subject to them. The manorial system developed by the Lechian nobility was based on the principle of serfdom, that is, the forced and enslaved labour of peasants. Farmers were not allowed to leave their lord or his land under any circumstances, and were only exempt from work on church and national holidays. Multigenerational families poured their sweat and blood on the land of the Lords, getting nothing in return. The end of Sarmatism and Golden Liberty is marked by the fall of Lechia and a peasant uprising, which in its fury slaughtered and hanged the Lords mercilessly. SONGS AND MUSIC The songs of the Lechians are very distinctive. Their music is usually grave, but there are also more cheerful songs, to which you can dance despite the message. This state of affairs stemmed from years spent in the diaspora - scattered to the ends of the world, with no place to live. Without a piece of land, a homeland to call their own and with fading sense of independence, the Lechians carried the light of Lechia in the form of poems, books and, first and foremost - songs. What did the Lechians write songs about? There were many themes - love for a girl, love for the homeland, grief for the homeland or a call to arms in an attempt to reclaim lands seized by invaders. The music is usually played on the piano or violin, as these were instruments considered highly esteemed in the circles of Lechia's upper nobility. One of such songs is "Warszawianka" or in common "The song of Warsovia": I. ‘Tis the day of blood and honour Let it break our bloodstained chains! Like a dragon our white eagle Looking straight has soared above and excited with this hope calls upon us from above: Raise oh Lechia! Break your shackles! It’s your triumph or your death! Chorus: Hey who’s Lechian grab your weapon Lives our freedom, Lechia lives With this word of pure excitement May our trumpet always sound May our trumpet always sound II. Dearest Lechia all your children, are in better place today, since those days when all their battles were fought in Savoyard name they have waited for two decades sent across all human lands today Mother, who will fall in thy bosom shall be found Chorus III. Sound oh bugles, roar oh canons Forward children join the fight Led by honour and our glory Triumph gleams in steel so fine Soar our eagle, high above us Spread our glory, Lechia’s might Those victorious shall gain freedom Those defeated gained it now. Chorus Words of some other Lechian songs can be found below: Lechian Anthem: Gaude Mater Lechia - Rejoice Mother Lechia Duma Rycerska - Pride of Chivalry The Camp Prayer (one of the few songs you can sing along in common) LANGUAGE All letters of Lechian alphabet The Lechitic alphabet consists of 36 characters and resembles the Ruskan and Raevir languages in places. Although these groups did not have much in common, they managed to develop similar words and phrases. Good examples are the words "Good - Dobry" and even the negation "No - Nie". In many books you can find basic words and phrases in this language. Example of a Lechitic dictionary OOC: Culture is still a WIP
  17. In the dead of the night, a hooded figure snuck into numerous buildings in the Vortice capital city of Talon's Port... Nothing was taken, however some choice homes would find notes placed atop spots where the council members would have no choice but to see. Once this task was finished, the hooded figure made their way to the top of the Alley Alehouse, not bothering to lock the doors of the rooftop. The figure sat upon the wedding stage, sighing and dropping their cloak, revealing a de-crowned Vivian Maelstorm, her face reddened and puffy, running mascara covering her cheeks as she withdrew a moonsteel dagger from her waist-sheathe. “....Syl always told me that elves would last hundreds of years before devolving into madness… well, I guess that wasn’t the case with me, huh?” The short ‘aheral chuckled dryly, her free hand lofting to remove a final note from her bosom. “...Maybe one day, everybody can forgive me.” Another tear fell from her real eye as she set the note gently against the ground, away from where she had planned to die. As she did such, a tinge of hurt shot through her core. The woman had lost so many in such a short amount of time… how selfish was she, to take her life at this, when so many others had suffered so much more! She grit her teeth as she sat back down upon the stage, deliberating upon her next course of action as memories flooded into her mind. Her wedding with Joakim af Orvar… How they married under the Heart Tree. The birth of Dana and Corrin af Orvar. Her short-standing marriage to Seryne, and how horribly that turned out in the two years they spent together. Her thirty something year long marriage to Eoghan O’Cathain, the wedding they had within the settlement of Talon’s Grotto, and her children- Eliott, Lilith, and Seteth… Two of which were now dead. Her marriage to Sylvain Ainzworth Majin, and their many, many children… those of whom the pair had adopted, and those of whom the pair had produced of their own blood. She choked back a sob as she remembered the pain the pair had endured together. Her sisters, Athri, Lenora, and Sana, and the love they shared… Her brothers, Gail, Ren and James, and the laughs they had... her best friend, Eugeo, and the secrets they had kept together… her many children, two in particular stuck out in her memory- they were only thirty four, how could they live with the loss of their mother? Mystralath and Belladonna were both old enough that they would remember Vivian forever more- unlike Fable, Claude and Aer, who were still mere babes and had hardly spent any time with Vivian. The red-headed monarch sobbed again as she raised the dagger, staring up to the sky in emotional agony… before plunging the blade into her chest, taking the moonsteel directly to the heart. After a few seconds, the elfess slumped down, the colour draining from her once purple eye as tears fell, her hands dropping from the hilt of the blade and down to her lap as she fell to her side, dead. Inside the note, when she were to be found, was a single paragraph, reading as follows. “To my people, to my family, to my friends… I have loved you all so dearly, but it is my time to depart now. I bid thee farewell and I hope to meet you all again in another time. You are all so important in your own ways. As of the Deep Cold of the 35th year, I wish for Athri Onfroi Belrose-Maelstorm to carry on the Monarchy of the Unified Domain of Vortice on my behalf, and to be crowned as the Heir Monarch by the Congress. Thank you all for your time. Vivian Maelstorm”
  18. THE PEOPLE WILL IT penned and issued 69 S.A. High Elves of Haelun’or, blessed Citizenry; we gather as one to put forth our collective will. A Petition has been raised, as is Haelun’orian tradition - as is constitutionally recognised as the correct call to action, one I am sure that elMalauriran shall encourage and approve. With no shedding of Silver Blood, unlike those ‘atafenn who proceed through our streets, the Mali’thill people seek to peacefully make their discontent known: such is the way of logic - the way of Silver. It is hoped that those who claim ‘power’ and ‘leadership’ would answer this call, would answer to the pleas of the citizenry they claim to rule [ACA - Limca , by Johann Blais] THE PETITION The people of the Silver State call for the following; I - To remove the Mali’fenn force from the city. No longer shall our oem’iian live in fear each day, no longer shall unarmed citizenry be brutalised upon Silver Streets. The occupation of foreign military forces ends here. II - To hold an election for the Sohaership, the votes being verified and counted by Elmalauriran. As per Haelun’orian tradition, and as per the will of the people, they shall decide their leader. It is the Mali’thill citizenry who provide their consent to be governed, who choose to follow the Sohaer - their leader by teaching. Signed, ~ Celian Fi’inde (A. Miravaris) ~ Epaphri Kekenomos ~ Kolvar Uradir ~ Avihnsil - Eredael Rhenaer ~ Korvec Alemnir ~ Asher Vult ~ Varus Ni’leya ~ Pamphilos Callidora ~ Usamea An’asul ~ Maenor Aildhuin - Edgars An’asul - Eledar Haler’thilln ~ Stelios Kekenomos - Elarhil Sullas ~ Seth Calith ~ Rune of Ahad (Viradiraar) == IKUR SULLAS == ~ Caelius Sullas ~ Braxus Ni’leya ~ Evo’lur Tartarus ~ Arasdir Miravaris / Valazaer Calith / - Alpine Wonda - ~ Ellenore Rorik Eiriksson Ruric, of Nordengrad; born of Sil’adri, Keeper of the Red Faith, & Grand Architect - Luavyn Elibar’acal of the Silver state, forever Azorella’s husband. It is encouraged for any more who have not yet the chance to sign to mail-in and attach their signatures below. The blessed citizenry awaits action.
  19. [!] Missives flit with the wind in Haelun’or, about the bastion, they scatter. Expression of Truth 10th of The First Seed, Year 69 of the Second Age To Ivarielle, we recall your dubbing yourself as the ‘Silver Princess’, an ungracious title. We recall the shameful display, the debate where Sohaer Braxus Ni’leya offered you in a traditional Haelun’orian manner, the chance to challenge him for his position. We recall how you showed up late, supportless, and asked Elsohaer if he was ready to give up his position. He brushed off your inquiry, looking to the dais for the debate to begin, and in a flustered state from the Citadel you fled. We recall the demolition of our walls. The swarm that took to the city to pillage. The lives of our officials being taken. We recall that now outside their homes, your enthusiasts are attacking citizens. They do not wish to participate in discourse, they are irritated by it, since they are not Haelun’orians like you claim. We recall the path of destruction taken to reach today; this you chose over a simple debate. In your latest missive you make many accusations of falsities. It was befittingly titled, for your writings were in fact, a mockery of truth. First and foremost, the Republicans have not fled. They are the citizens that remain in their city that you continue to lay claim to, this much is obvious, or there would not be conflict within it. You are merely trying to paint a picture that you have succeeded in your plot. Moving on to the library. Nobody has lied and persuaded their way inside, you may ask Elokarir’maehr or Tilruir’nealu who are upholding the library, this is a baseless claim. You criticise Varus for sabotaging the locks when that is in fact what you did, barring the citizenry from reaching their homes, along with public buildings such as the Citadel. May you be reminded that the Silver City does allow visitors. Issue stems not from them but the Mali’fenn you invite to murder our relatives. Furthermore, no wounding was warranted. As you admit, citizens were ordered to surrender; surrender to ones without authority within Elcihi’thilln. Yet, rather than retaliating to their mockery with the barbarity they would get back, the highly capable group attempted to walk away calmly. The harassment of citizens to submit, some of whom you did not even know the stance of, is further provoking a schism you say it was to prevent. Malauriran bare witness to all of this. To the council who condone these actions and events; you have lost all jurisdiction. Not because of Haelun’orian’s beliefs, but outside the Fennic plague have been actively ignoring you as they think they now decide what is what in Haelun’or. They pose as if they are Elsillumiran, they do not respond to those councillors working with them, simply they are not in good faith. I ask you each this to ponder - are you with Haelun’or? You may not have known of Ayliana’s plot to ascend Ivarielle, still your words and actions show support for it - perhaps out of love for your lliran? Clear as the water of our silver isle we see that Ivarielle’s actions are not preserving Haelun’orian culture or peoples. Haelun’or, of course, is where these elements are. Ne active role has been taken by her to stop the bloodshed and impurity on the streets, instead, she has justified it. Do you accept a Sohaer who would watch idly as ‘her’ people, the Haelun’orian people, are slaughtered? Lastly, more mention of Ayliana. We all are aware she is a performer, she adores the spotlight, unfortunately she should only be kept out of it. The genuine adherents to Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya see through her words of deceit. Think she is not a deceiver? Take it not from us - but from her. In the missive, ‘The Schemes Of A Dove’, she explicitly details how she manipulated the late Sohaer Idendril Elassidil. Her actions were not in the interests of Haelun’orians. Rather, a self-serving display. Ayliana only cares for recognition, be it negative or positive. As for her claim to the name of ‘The Dove’, there is only one Dove in Haelun’or history, and if she wishes to be the dove so badly may she be caged like one. We, the citizens of Karinah’siol. MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA
  20. A letter of resignation An Announcement to the Silver State of Haelun’or As Issued from from elOkarn Akaln'leh 22nd of The Amber Cold, Year 68 of the Second Age "Heed to my words my brothers and sisters of silver, as our very nation is now threatened from within." An anonymous elf BLESSED MALI’THILL OF THE SILVER STATE OF HAELUN’OR None of us are perfect – we are all subject to failure however it is our duty to learn from those mistakes. Some time ago, I called upon a vote to install Ms Ayliana Valwynn as Sohaer and such was met with a unanimous approval. A unanimous ask for change within the Silver State of Haelun’or. I had hopes and I had dreams, a proper change to turn our silver society into a fully working democracy, and such still is a dream I long for. While I do think peace and dialogue is the answer, I ne approve of installing a tyrant who hoped nothing but destruction for our blessed silver council. We are not a Monarchy and the Silver Council is not for anyone to change without the approval of the rest of the council. Thus, effective immediately, I, Usamea An’asul offer the Silver State of Haelun’or my resignation from the position of Okarir’akaln. I wish the state all the best, however I can not support anyone who seeks to install a tyrant into positions of leadership without a democratic vote. It seems democracy is never the answer for those who are blinded by power. Signed, Laurir Usamea An'asul AY’LARIHEI AY’MAHERAL MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA
  21. Eternal Library Recommendations 4th of The Deep Cold, Year 68 of the Second Age Open Library For all ‘The M&H: Part 1-3’ by Lucion Sullas A threefold series by Malaurir Lucion Sullas. The accomplished Mali’thill writes in this short series the history of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, its ideals and common misconceptions. I put this at the top as it is most helpful to truly understanding Haelun’orian culture. For the creative ‘Diligent ‘thill’ by Gusten Faeliel A poem of a dutiful Mali’thill. It is a patriotic piece. Such words written inspire great warmth! Restricted Library For oem’ii and messy Mali’aheral ‘Scrubbing Away’ by Sulraell Visaj Whilst not a task many of us take delight in, including the author of this book, cleaning and organisation are of utmost importance to a Mali’thill. An orderly home and surroundings contribute massively to an orderly mind. In this work an Arcasian cleaning expert, also a historical Sohaer, details proper methods and useful tips for cleaning with a satire tone. Tilruir'nealu Elarhil Sullas MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA
  22. The Quest of a young Ludovar [The Ludovar twins traversing the streets of Karosgrad.] I. WHO ARE YOU? "You shall depart from Haense to have time away from all the current ties you have, to own a clearer mind.” It had been a quite miserable day, thus far. Adele Ludovar received a messenger that morning from her temporary noble accommodations in Karosgrad - due to the Komital House’s apartment being moved or renovated following their promotion - who had hurried, huffing and puffing, to her door with letter in hand. The letter entailed the missive which her father had written and published that very morning regarding herself and her sister. She had felt vindicated, attacked, and by her own father? He was banishing her from her home, her friends, and everything she holds dear. And for what? Her young, immature mind could not conceive of why he would antagonise her in this way and she felt spiteful towards him. It didn’t help how, when she sought out her sister for guidance and understanding, she had seemed far more excited about the prospect than she had! It made Adele feel that maybe there was something wrong with her… Surely she should be excited, ecstatic about finally being given permission to leave Karosgrad by herself and make her own way in the world. But she didn’t… The Ludovar Twins gathered in Karosgrad to say their final goodbyes to all of their friends and family - an emotional affair - and it only soured Adele further to see the attitude of Amicia versus the disappointment of her relatives and closest friends. Should she not be crying? Bawling, at the decision to send her away? It just made Adele feel silly and immature for making such a fuss, while highlighting dear sweet Amicia’s grace and maturity as the older twin. 6 Saint’s Minutes… For this. Goodbyes were said, tears were shed, and hugs were shared. And finally Adele rode her dearest horse, Bit, towards her destination: Elysium. It was the first place she could think of, after everything. But as she wandered through the busy streets, all that filled her mind was memories of her latest trip there. But without Theodosya to cheer her up, or Klara’s excitement and encouragement, the city truly didn’t feel the same - or like home. She had gone there to seek out her maternal grandfather or further information about her mother, but no one she had seen seemed as though they may be familiar with her mother - or the de Astrea family at all. As she sunk in defeat against a pillar in the central square, she hung her head low in shame. She felt like such a failure. It was only day 1 of living on her own and she had found nothing of interest, and she couldn’t even find sufficient accommodation for herself to sleep that evening. She curled up, without the motivation to even write in her diary as she was accustomed to doing, against the cold stone pillar. She listened quietly to the goings on of the evening as her eyes fluttered closed in fatigue. She took a moment to drape her thick fur cloak across herself before her eyes drooped shut. Safe to say that Adele slept rough that night… [An artist’s rendition of Adele’s metaphorical journey to adulthood in leaving Karosgrad and travelling through the woods to Elysium.] II. WHO DO YOU WANT TO BE? 'Only when you return from your quest will you be considered as ready to officially reach adulthood.’ Her heart felt empty as she trudged through the empty streets of Yong Ping. She had given up with Elysium after a horrendous month of sleeping the streets, witnessing the affairs of darkness, and watching a few rare moments of innocent child kindness. Children were common to the streets of the Kingdom, though whose they were or where they stayed was not known to Adele, however she had watched them play through the Elysian avenues for hours on end. It had warmed her heart to watch them, and observing their play had certainly given her plenty of time to think. She despised the person she had been the month prior: spiteful, full of disgust and protest, unenthusiastic, even cruel at times. But nothing she had said or done had been faked or had been a lie! She WAS unenthusiastic about leaving, but she did love her sister. When they separated from each other at last in a busy hub of travel, the tears she had shed had been nothing if not real. And now as she sat upon the highest roof of the barren city, the rain battering her back, she was filled with an unending sense of loneliness and the image of those happy clapping playing Elysian children filled her mind with longing. As a child, Adele had been very sick and weak - a trait typical of one child in a pair of twins - and thus her father had kept her safe and cramped and bored inside the Otistadt nursery for many years. Through her first years of life, through her mother’s death, and even through Amicia’s eventual release to the streets of Karosgrad. While this confinement had alighted in her a furious passion for reading and literature, she had missed out on years of play which her twin had been given access to. As such, she often felt robbed of her childhood. She worried for her sister, her dearest twin who she treasured dearly. No matter how jealous she may feel on the bad days, nothing could fill the void in her soul when they were separated; when she didn’t know where she was. When she had first been introduced to Karosgrad’s pavement, she followed Amicia like her personal shadow. She had tried to emulate her - following in her every step and motion, but of course as they grew they drifted apart. They had never officially fought, but there were days filled with jealously and anger; occasional aggression and later tears of sorrow and remorse. The rippling water expanse extended before her while the abandoned city sat unused. There were a number of heartfelt details within the foreign city, and over her time spent there she came to learn of many of the alleys and got to know the capital very well. Her favourite spot she discovered was the roof of the island casino where one could see the entire metropolis with its intricate architecture and well-loved streets. And from her favourite spot one day, she spied movement within the Yong Ping streets… And as Adelaide von Audrick walked through the avenues, she had caught the eye of Adele Emma, and that day was an eventful one… [Adele Emma leading Bit through the countrysides of Almaris to her new destination: Sedan.] III. WHAT IS THE REAL PLEASURE IN LIFE? 'I wish to pass on a dream I had when I was your age onto you. I wanted to figure out who I was, what I wanted to do with my life and how I can become a better man.’ Adele Emma sat atop a hilltop with her book in front of her, and pen in hand. For she was no longer Adele Ludovar, as her father had decreed. She was now Adele Emma; her mother’s daughter. A girl who was named after Queen Emma Karenina of Karosgrad, a woman she great admired. A girl who was named after her illusive Reinmaren grandmother, Adele the former. Two great women who she had always wished to emulate, to make them proud and make her father proud. But things were different now: Adele Emma turned 18 that day and she could officially return home, if she was ready… But she hadn’t answered the final question. She knew who she was: she was Adele Emma Ludovar. And she knew exactly who she wanted to be: she wanted to be the woman worthy of her names, the woman who could live up to that precedent and the woman who would make her father proud. But what was a real pleasure? What did she love to do? And as she sat there, alone, atop a Sedanian hill, she glanced down to her beaten and muddied dress. Her eyes brushed over her small bag of possessions with its books, and her tiny Bokolo fledgling taking shelter inside her bag. They passed over her bottle of alcohol, her remaining food, and her jewellry. But finally she fixated on something: the gifts she had purchased all across Almaris to give to her family. And while she sat there and thought for a moment, she remembered her travels in the past months and how gruelling they had been. And she remembered what had pushed her through, what she had been hanging onto the whole time. Adele Emma missed her family profoundly, the crater left in her heart could do nothing but grow, its cracks spreading all over her face and features without those she loved the most by her side. Her eyes gazed around the streets of the Principality of Sedan, where her sister would come to rule over in harmony with her brother-in-law. It was a desolate place, with a chill wind that reminded her of home. Adele Emma found it both an unnerving and a comforting place, all at the same time. She briefly wandered the streets - the houses were small and cramped, with the great Castle impeding upon them, and it made her feel sorry for Amicia’s future life. But she resolved that there was nothing she could do about it from there, it was time to finish up and collect her horse. Adele Emma wanted to go home. [Adele Emma gathering flowers on her travels.] [!] A letter is published in the hand of Adele Emma Ludovar. It bears no seal upon it, though it is addressed to Count Johann Ludovar. "Dearest Papej, I have learnt a lot during my time away and I think I am finally ready to come back and answer your questions. I am Adele Emma Ludovar, and I am your daughter. I am the younger of two twins and we are turning 18 years of age today. I love books, and I love my pets. I am not confident, but I love throwing parties and making people happy. I was named after a successful businesswoman, my grandmother Adele, and I was named after a gifted Queen, Koenas Emma. I have an aspiration to be involved in the management of law and justice, just as you did. But most importantly, I love you and my family. I am emotional, but that is okay. That is who I am. I am your beloved daughter. I wish to live up to the amazing women I am named after. I don’t know if that is even possible, but I want to be generous, kindhearted, loyal, loving, warm, considerate, brave, and ambitious just like them. And I will hold those traits close to me as I try to follow in their footsteps. I thought for a long time, all of the time that I was gone I have thought about this. The third question, the final question. And finally it dawned on me when I realised what I had been pining for all that time, and the reason I had wanted to leave home so little. I didn’t want to leave you, my family. Are family is not that large, in comparison to other, and we are tight-knight. We are close. I have missed you dearly on my travels. I have missed Amicia more than anything, like losing a piece of myself - though I think that being away from her has helped me to learn independence. But all those things aside, the thing I noticed when we first passed through Karosgrad’s gates - no, when I first read your letter to us, I missed my family. And the realest pleasure in life is to spend time with your family and friends, something that you can only realise when you are parted from them. Papej, I think I am ready to come home now. Oh, how I have missed Haense… With all my love, your dearest daughter, Adele Emma Ludovar” [Adele within Otistadt as a young child, although her days of childhood are now over…]
  23. A Wanted Man On the 10th of the Sun’s Smile, Year 67 of the Second Age, a heinous crime was committed against elSillumiran. Valazaer Calith, former Div’kinael of the Sillumir, stole massive amounts of resources from the Sillumir vault. It is unknown the exact number of materials he took- but each of the following stores were looted: Coal stores Iron stores Weapon stores Armour stores Aurum stores Not only has he broken article two of the Silver Law, but he has stolen from a government building, and betrayed his fellow comrades by taking part in such a venomous act. This constitutes grand larceny of the highest level. If Valazaer Calith is seen wandering the streets of Haelun’or, he is to be detained immediately. He is meant to be brought to any member of the Silver Council, where court shall be held, and he shall be prosecuted for his crimes. [!] Below is a crude depiction and a drawing of the culprit. Blonde man high elven man with light blue eyes. Very feminine looking. Last seen wearing a blue overcoat and brown pants. This man is a wanted criminal. Approach Carefully. Maehr’sae Hiylun’eyha 5th of the Deep Cold, Year 67 of the SA On behalf of the Silver Council, Okarir’tir Iphys Catullus Valwynn ((OOC: Art done by puffables, duckbreb#4385 on discord))
  24. ELUHIERAN HANDBOOK 10th of The Deep Cold, Year 66 of The Second Age Eluhieran is a historic institution, founded 1719 FA by Azorella Elibar’acal, it was refounded in 1749 FA by Althaia Elibar’acal and again in 66 SA by Elarhil Sullas. It seeks to develop the minds and bodies of Mali’aheral oem’ii and create bonds, through games, campouts, educational activities and exploration. Eluhieran consists of the Scouts and the Scout Haeluns/Malns. Any child under the age of 50 may join as a scout, adults over the age of 50 may join as a scout haelun or maln if they meet a requirement. Uhieran Pledge I pledge myself to the Silver State and promise to be honest, fair and helpful, adhere to the Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, and respect Uhieran law. Uhieran Ranks A Uhieran works towards badges to accumulate and place on their sash and with every three they receive a new uniform in a different colour, they wear these with pride as it signifies their dedication towards Eluhieran, and the Silver State. [ oem ] Ficóon Recite the pledge to get the Haler badge and become a Ficóon. [ niut ] Barbu’lentos Earn three more badges to become a Barbu’lentos. [ hael ] Tahorran’vallel Reach six badges. [ vailu ] Athri’valumuel Reach nine badges. [ kulin ] Vuln’imiruel Reach twelve badges. [ banih ] Chirr’ceru The most dedicated of scouts, reach fifteen of sixteen possible badges. [ laier ] Turr’thilln The leaders of Eluhieran. Turr’thilln means ‘Silver Sheep’ as the leaders act as shepherding figures. Uhieran Badges Once a Uhieran has completed the requirements for a badge, they can receive it at any time by giving proof to a Uhieran Leader, however Eluhieran will also have badge-giving ceremonies around the campfire. Akaleh Badge Amana Badge Ame Badge Annil Badge Celia Badge Fer’peur Badge Haler Badge Hiylun Badge Ileronn Badge Indor Badge Kaliri Badge Maehr Badge Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya Badge Mali Badge Parsear Badge Sil Badge Valmir Badge Uhieran Cookies Uhieran cookies can be purchased directly from scouts on excursions. Proceeds go to the Silver State! Thill Mints Purchasing a box of Thill Mints - our round, mint-flavored cookies with a delicious chocolatey coating - helps an oem’ii learn money management. They handle money, keep records, even track orders - activities that are essential to running a successful business. Sillumoas A tasty treat isn't all that's involved with a box of our caramel and toasted coconut-covered cookies. Through interaction with each customer and other Scouts, a Uhieran learns the importance of keeping their word, doing the right thing, and being fair. Tagalaurirs A layer of peanut butter with a rich chocolatey coating are divine treats - but you know that every box an oem’ii sells helps them learn decision making? They make a plan, solve problems on their own, and think creatively - skills they need to be successful, now and in the future. Larihei-Ups A brand new addition by Uhieran Leader Elarhil Sullas, these crispy lemon cookies with sugar glaze have various inspirational messages - messaging that oem’ii learn to practice as a Uhieran. Uhieran Law [ I ] A scout is honest. [ II ] A scout is friendly and considerate. [ III ] A scout has self-respect and respect for others. [ IV ] A scout is careful of possessions and property. [ V ] A scout acts safely especially in unsafe situations. [ VI ] A scout acts according to Uhieran Scout Leader’s word. [ VII ] A scout has courage in all difficulties.
  25. A Collection of Haikus by Aigiarn Hatsumomo 12 Doyōbi 1861 JOYFUL DANCE / 楽しいダンス loving you was death, and our dances were love, i miss our joyful dance あなたを愛することは死でした、 そして私たちのダンスは愛でした、私は 楽しいダンスが恋しい MY BABY / マイベイビー my baby, baby of mine, where are you going? leave not, my baby 私の赤ちゃん、赤ちゃん 私の、どこに行くの? 残さないで、私の赤ちゃん SOMBER / ゾンバー pearl diver, dive down deeper, find in your spirit, her soft, somber songs. パールダイバー、ダイブダウン より深く、あなたの精神で見つけて、 彼女の柔らかく、くすんだ歌。 FIRE / 火 i was on fire, a burning sensation in me, and then, i knew love 私は燃えていました、 私の灼熱感、 そして、私は愛を知っていました A COLLECTION OF HAIKUS AIGIARN HATSUMOMO 12 DOYŌBI 1861
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