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Usamea found herself in a typical evening within the graceful city of Vallagne. The elven lady moved amidst the flowing currents of the people, tending to her own affairs and obligations. Among the bustling crowd, a human figure emerged—a simple, weather-worn man who had the look of one in need. His plea was humble and earnest, an appeal for any assistance she could offer. He was not fussy—food, coin, or any form of aid would do. Usamea, moved by his plea, adhered to the principle that guided her kin: to offer aid to the needy was to uplift all. She rummaged through her belongings, her hands finding packets of food since she lacked any coins at the moment. Offering the sustenance to the man, she watched as his face lit up with relief and gratitude. His thanks were followed by an offer of repayment, a promise made out of earnest goodwill. But Usamea, guided by the wisdom of her people, knew that acts of kindness were not a transaction. She gently declined, instead encouraging him to extend his own hand to others in need when the opportunity arose. As it happened, this humble beggar was far more than he seemed. The prophet, touched by the generosity of the silver-haired lady, felt compelled to repay her in his own way. And so, he gifted her a vision that would prove far more valuable than any coin or feast. It was a glimpse into what lay ahead and what happened before, a prophecy woven into the fabric of the future, filled with cryptic symbols and dire warnings. Engulfed in the tendrils of a vision, Usamea fell into a chasm of darkness, a yawning abyss that stretched beyond sight. A sea of black swelled beneath her, its ebon waves lapping her form as she surrendered to the relentless current. Then, a beacon erupted from the abyss, pulling her up into a cascade of colors and realities that twisted her senses. When the vertigo subsided, she found herself standing in a grand throne room, a masterpiece sculpted from gold and embraced by nature's green fingers. The echoes of a name rang in the air - "Larihei!" Usamea blinked, disoriented, as a male mali'ame stormed in, calling out to her, or rather, Larihei. In that instant, she understood. She was but a passenger, viewing this world through Larihei's eyes. “Ito Aeloran” the elf's voice bounced off the golden walls, laden with urgency. The room seemed to breathe, its grandeur morphing into a scene of blood-soaked chaos. A battle unfurled before her, the battlefield a macabre dance between infernal horrors and brave elven warriors. Each elf felled was answered by a crumbling undead, their ashes blowing away in the wind. Yet, the horrors seemed endless. Then the heavens split open, and a figure descended - a form so vile that even the air seemed to recoil. Recognition twisted in her gut. This was Iblees, the Betrayer. The air vibrated with his stolen tongues, each word a dagger thrust into her mind. His betrayal culminated in a single act; he cast a bolt of dark miasma that struck her and the warrior beside her. She could almost feel her veins turn to ice as the curse of Iblees took hold. In a moment, the scene changed. Time spun its wheel, revealing the growth of the elven kin - mali’aheral, mali’ame, mali’ker. She saw their cities rise, a testament to their perseverance and ambition, and watched them evolve, always from a vantage point above. The final scene was a departure from the rest. Usamea found herself in a cavern lit by an eerie glow. Three figures in robes stood before a tear in reality, the room pulsing with voidal magic. From the tear, ghostly mists seeped into the air, their spectral whispers coiling around her like serpents. An instinctual dread settled in her heart: something about this was profoundly wrong. As the vision released its grip, Usamea was left with more than just a sense of dread. She bore the weight of a prophecy, a call to action. Her path was now clear.

THE LEGACY OF THE BLOODY FOX Published 24th of the Amber Cold, 123 SA With growing concerns riddling Almaris, House Daesmon and the Principality of Celia’nor have decided to band together. From the Mori’Quessir attacks on neighboring nations, and the Voidal Tear plaguing the capital of Fi’andria, these two entities seek to set aside past tensions to confront these arising issues. Thus, under the guidance of the principles held dear by the deceased Bloody Fox, we solidify these agreements. The outline of the accord is as follows; Princess Valyris Ibarallen accepts full responsibility for the death of Vallein Vuln'miruel Prince Kosher Daesmon accepts full responsibility for the war-mongering done under the era of Malinor House Daesmon's land will be considered a neutral ground where the blood of Celianorians cannot be spilled. [See next term for clarification] House Daesmon and the Principality of Celianor respect each other's territory and the laws enacted upon each of them, giving full immunity only to Kosher and Elliphas Daesmon and Valyris Ibarallen. Any laws broken by either party will be judged by a council to determine punishment. Unless given conclusive evidence, neither side will engage in hostile action unless a diplomatic route between the leadership of both parties comes to parlay. In addition, the two parties agree to aid each other in the hunting of dark spawn that plague the lands of Almaris. House Daesmon and the Principality of Celianor will not raise arms against one another, though they are not bound to help each other. Requests for aid may be raised, but are not obligated to be filled. If any of these terms are broken by either side, the pact is considered null and void. AY’PUERAN; Kosher Daesmon, Third Prince of Amaethea, Patriarch of House Daesmon, Hand of Justice Valyris Ibarellan, Princess of Celia’nor, Queen of Gladewynn, Princess of the Alders, Princess of Alderyn, High Empyrean Princess, Sole-Proprieter of Gladewynn, Protector of the High Elves, High Magus of the Arcanic Court, etc.

Art by the very talented Edwin Sablaya (https://www.artstation.com/odwon) {Have some post-reading music} [!] A missive is posted upon Celia'nor's bulletin board and those of Nor'Asath, Lurin and beyond. The penmanship is neat, each word methodically scratched out in smooth motions. Upon the bottom sits a seal of purple wax, imprinted with the imagery of an eye entrapped within a lock. The words themselves shimmer, as though an attempt had been made to make the humble piece of parchment more noticeable amidst the others presumably pinned beside it. It has happened again. The cycle begins anew, yet vicious as ever. Ambition is a highly valued trait in all lines of work. It often ensures productivity, determination, and eventually greatness. If not for the gall of the ambitious, we descendants would be little more than mindless husks, devoid of great cities both past and present. If not for Horen and the striving nature of his children, we would not have had the colossal Imperial cities that birthed many a culture and shielded so many from the dangerous of the outside world. Had Larihei have settled for life as it was, we would lack the High Elven race and culture alongside its advancements, for better or for worse. If the orcs were truly content to just merely raid and pillage, we'd know not of the power of shamanism, and Malin and his children had shied away, we would not know the wonders of Druidism and its world-healing properties. Without ambition, we are nothing. When I was a child, I thought that ambition was universally benevolent. I sat in peace in the walls of elcihi'thilln, always seeking my next breakthrough to surpass the expectation of my peers and achieve greatness. It began with small gestures, playing my harp until my fingers bled, singing until my throat grew hoarse. It was satisfying to receive validation and acknowledgement for my efforts, yet as one may know, repetition grows tiresome, both to one's self and those around them. The novelty wears off and the attention of others drifts elsewhere, to the next achievement made. Ambition and greatness often go hand in hand, yet are seldom without true cost. To master an instrument, one must dedicate years of their time. To master a weapon, a warrior must be struck down countless times before finally being able to knock down their opponents. This common clause applies even beyond the mundane. Shamans and druids bind themselves to the service of spirits and aenguls for eternity, the magi of darkness draw power from a source that corrupts their very being often, but physical and incorporeal beyond redemption. Mages attuned to the void sacrifice their physical brawn. "A trivial price to pay for such potency." The Void magi thinks, though often, they are blind to the true cost; for each time they case, the Veil, a paper-thin stalwart shield guarding us from the unfathomable plane of energy that is the void, grows ever weaker. When magi discovered this, they looked beyond the dangers to the material plane. The void is all-powerful. If a breach could be created, perhaps one could draw upon that infinite power further. Voidal tears were created to further the progression of magi and the world at large. In my youth, I too was blind to their dangers. I casted rituals of unthinkable potency in countless battles; the September Prince, the Vaeyl Order, consisting of the power of twenty mastered mages. I didn't think of the consequences of concentrating all that energy in one place, not until I landed on Arcas. The void was an invisible threat, and what I couldn't see could never truly hurt me, I thought to myself. On Arcas, the power of the void was made known to all, unwilling or not. It began, initially with an unstable tear opening in the Korvassa region, a large desert far away from the prying eyes of the descendants. It grew, bringing with it entities of nightmares, Voidal Horrors who survived in sparse pockets of order in or around the void. These creatures sought to expand their influence, and so they did. More tears sprung up around Arcas, each guarded by a powerful horror, each with self-given names to spark fear within the souls of those who dared defy them. Grief, Mother. Nations were torn asunder by these beings, who killed and tortured those who opposed them. Curon was the first to fall. Countless descendants and even creatures of greater power gave their lives in the war that almost wiped out mortal life on Arcas. I fought in that war, I saw the carnage that unfolded. I was one of the victims of the mental agony these creatures inflicted. In the final battles, many of us risked our lives and our souls to venture into the realms of the leading horror in order to defeat them. Time progressed differently there- two years were spent tracking the horror and putting and end to it.. When we arrived back in the material plane, only two weeks had passed. At the cost of so many lives, the tears were sealed and the areas restored to their former glory, and I prayed we would never have to face another crisis on par with the tears of Arcas, at least, not soon. Yet the hubris of Magi would soon strike again, less than a century later. As we fled the Inferi invasion, we stumbled upon the continent of Almaris, a beautifully uncorrupted land, with brimming with the opportunity of a fresh start, where the horrors of Arcas seemed but a distant memory, or simply a bad dream. When the events that raised Ando Alur into the sky unfolded, I sat upon Haelun'or's Silver Council as their Okarir'maehr, as well as an officer in elSillumiran. We had not known what Ando Alur had been planning, yet when I stepped into the threshhold and felt that signature thrum of arcane energies, it was clear to me what had occurred. Some argued that obelisks were utilized, yet the power of even a hundred obelisks would struggle to raise Ando Alur into the air, let alone keep it there. Others argued that it was simply a tear, kept under control; this was more probable yet still unlikely- it would take a tear of considerable size and maturity, likely beyond the safe control of mortal magi. My theory had been that of a tear, yet also a secondary influence, a horror most likely. As I investigated, per my duty as elOkarir'maehr, I discovered the presence of an entity, the King in Yellow, undoubtedly an entity belonging to the void. I had started research and the invention of a ritual to safely lower Ando Alur to the ground by gradually sealing off the tear's influence, though it was a futile effort. Ando Alur crashed into the ground, and I was forced to evacuate the city of Haelun'or to the mountains for fear of the explosion's effects. The force of the colossal city striking the ground that day could be felt across Almaris. What remained was a wasteland, an abundance of voidal energies that not even the Divines would dare go near. To say the Hollow was a dangerous place would be an understatement of gross proportion. The sheer amount of energies within rendered casting extremely dangerous, as proven by the Mages Guild Expedition party who foolishly ventured in without precaution. I still think them responsible in some way for the creation of the Hollow in the first place. A group of above ten ventured in, among them my close allies, Ruina Sweist and Air Evocress. Only three came out. Air and Ruina were not counted among them. Why would they have been? They were novices, young and unaware of the dangers, that I can only imagine had not truly been voiced to them. The effects of the hollow spread far and wise, from the attacks led by the voidally mutated shuul, to the spreading of the hollow onto the Island on haelun'or and even onto Orenian territory. In the end, Magus could not fix their own faults. It fell to the druii who had to pay the price for them, by sacrificing their own in order to cleanse the area. Seventy years ago the hollow was first created from the ruinous folly of the Ando Alur magi. It was closed, perhaps twenty years from then. Fifty years. Even a valah would be able to remember the effects it had on Almaris. So why? Ambition. Ambition, if not kept in check is dangerous. Ambition without reason is what led to Arcas, Ando Alur, and now Celia'nor. We 'aheral are beings of logic. We revere it more than any god, so why did we fail to see the inevitable dangers a tear would cause. Ambition. I can only assume those responsible abandoned their worship of logic, turning to the heresies of the religion of unchecked ambition. The one who created the hollow, who sabotaged the tear belonged to the group who created it, the Veil told me. In doing so, he perished. One may argue that he paid the price of his foolishness in a cruel show of 'what goes around, comes around', yet his death was swift. The months that follow will result in many more, likely far slower than the instant, painless demise he presumably met. By my calculations, the perpetrator was old enough to have experienced the Ando Alurian hollow. He should have known, and if he had not, then his teacher should have told him. In his death, he can never truly repay for the damage caused, for it is now ours to clean up. It will be the druids who have to pay the ultimate price, willingly sacrificing one of their own to reverse the blight on the material plane. And it falls to me, again, to clean up the messes caused by uneducated and irresponsible magi. For the third time. It falls to the Uruks who have agreed to help me hunt down the horrors that still walk this realm as though they belong here. It falls to the genuinely good-willed magi who will be manufacturing weapons. And when we do, we will not celebrate for long, for we know that it will happen again, for we cannot kill every magus on Almaris, and even if we did, they would re-emerge. For careless ambition is the Void's greatest weapon. Lady Valindra Nullivari Court Mage of Celia'nor; Former Okarir'maehr of Haelun'or; Former Minister of Magical Affairs under Holy Emperors Aurelius, Augustus and Antonius; Former Court Mage of Peter I, Holy Orenian Emperor; Watcher of the Veil; Survivor of the Past Three Voidal Incursions; Pale Elf of Disaster; The Redeemed Scion; Princess of Alderyn and Enjoyer of Wizard Powder OOC Feel free to roleplay seeing this. It's not going to be hard to find. Valindra finally got her shit together. {Excuse any grammatical errors. I wrote this as a quickie post. A oneshot as I don't have much time to make posts.}

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Calavénon Talonnii Talonnii History The Calavénon's have continuously proven to be a rather versatile talonnii. Always have they been willing to reform and evolve to adapt to a particular environment, but never have they lost sight of who they are whilst doing such. They take pride in the fact that no matter what obstacle or string of challenges may cross their path, no matter who or what may stand in their way, they will always manage to find a way to overcome it. Today, they continue to walk the lands of Almaris hand-in-hand, closely knit, and never to be divided. The Talonnii had its start within Elvenesse - or, what is known today as the Crown of Amaethea. Their bloodline is derived from the very Illitian elves that inhabited the lands, and after moving on from the luscious soils of the mali'ame, the Calavénon's sought to live within the Kingdom of Oren, where they were quick to become Nobility, and later on, came to lead Selestia. Despite their humble beginnings within Elvenesse, it is safe to say that Selestia is truly where the talonnii began to cement themselves. Then came the Monarch Vivian, the past monarch of Vortice, who evicted the lands granted by Gail Cordius. The County of Selestia, after Jakob Castington and his people were wrongfully evicted and accused of not paying taxes to the Monarch, decided to rebrand as the city of Ando-Alur. Jakob Castington, alongside five Dark elves came to discuss the founding of a new state after what became of their old County, where born from the disunity present within their brand of elves at the present time. The meeting was long, many plans discussed and thrown out before they settled on a state freely accepting all, including Magicians - a stark contrast to all previous Dark Elven establishments. They decided on a location within the High Elven borders to settle, creating a city boasting a warm and friendly environment. The first Ando Alur city was led as a Princedom, by Prince Vulnir Syllar, and Prince Jakob Castington, with a council beneath them. Though small at first, the city began to slowly gain traction with its values - inevitably leading to the further gathering of allies and new residents. However, not all was easy; creatures of the depths soon rose from the waters that surrounded the city. The solution to this seemingly never-ending swarm of monsters was one used before, so long ago in previous realms, it was almost forgotten as a possibility; the use of a Voidal Tear. With Mages from across the continent gathered, enough energy was collected to punch a hole into the magical realm, causing a never-ending flow of magical energy. This was utilized by those gathered in order to enchant the city itself, tearing it from the earth and into the sky - safe from the monsters below. But of course, all good things must come to an end. After circumstances that were once lost to time, much like the history of the ancient elves, the family has at long last chosen to reclaim their lost history. They are doing so by adopting their true family name, ‘Calavénon,’ to honour those who came in times before them. Physical Traits and Appearances The Calavénon are in the juncture between housing leaner mali and bulker mali. There is naught the pressure to pick one path when it comes to militaristic and arcane matters - for was it not Ando-Alur who accepted both with open arms? More often than not a child of the Calavénon lineage will be born with varying shades of crimson and auburn for hair, the few that do not have paler ashy blond(e) locks. In terms of eye colour the Calavénon are often seen sporting lovely shades of blue or green - rarely is there a Calavénon with gold or purple pigment within their iris’, but it is not a phenomenon that is unheard of. Traditions A Candle's Flame - The ancient ceremony of intertwining fates is a festivity the Calavénon take rather seriously, but despite this, the day is bound to be full of entertaining games and delectable treats. Whilst the ceremony is in motion, the to-be-weds are expected to bring with them a candle - one adorning the signature hues of that individual's talonii. It is these candles that they will be setting alight. Once the vows have been shared should the flame of either one of the candles blow out for any reason, it would signify the union unsuccessful and bound to fail in the near future. It is considered shameful and is looked down upon by the Calavénon's should the wedding persist after such a phenomenon. At Twilight - The death of a Calavénon is truly a sorrowful occasion. The aching feeling of losing a loved one, losing blood is a circumstance never to be wished upon anyone who walks these lands. To honour those who they lost, the talonnii will cremate the lost loved one in a ritual. The ritual is held outdoors at twilight, and notably, beneath a clear sky. In order for the ritual to be complete, the ashes are scattered, to be either taken away into the wind, or upon lanterns up into the sky. Whichever one is chosen is based on what the deceased was said to have preferred. It is believed that the light of the sun and the moon together will guide the spirits of their loved ones to a better place. The Night of Spirits - A celebration to commemorate their loved ones - living or dead. It is a festivity open for all where attendees will be asked to dress in their finest garments and adorn a mask. To bring the festivities to a close, any who wish to participate will write a note and place it within lanterns that will be provided by the talonnii - these lanterns will then be sent into the sky with hopes that The Grand Spirit will guide the lanterns into The Spirit Realm for the deceased to receive. Boozy Bazaar - The Calavénon talonnii is known for their exquisite wines and other fruity beverages. As such, every so often, the talonnii has made it tradition to host various festivities to celebrate their success in this industry - this festivity in particular being their 'Boozy Bazaar' where people will come together to enjoy their drinks. A fan-favourite game within this event is 'Quip or Drink', where participants will be asked a question that they must answer or be forced to drink. Family Tree https://www.familyecho.com/?p=START&c=138r4dlxhfi&f=604347530538248458

CERUSIL WEDDING A UNION OF ELOISE AND RHYS Published by the Cerusil Council A Union of Book and Steel A union is to be formed between the aheral, Eloise Cerusil, the youngest of Atul Cerusil’s descendants, who like her father, bears a kinship of sorts with the academics just as her predecessors have before her, and Rhys, a stoic aheral and warrior alike residing in the midst of the diraar, unwavering in his servitude for this nation, whilst also a man of humble tendencies as he often refrains disclosure of his might. One can expect a prosperous future to unfold as a result of this destined union. With sound mind and earnest hearts, we truly behold the belief that in spite of any trials and tribulations the two valiant individuals may face following their union, in Celia’nor’s grace, we believe them to persevere as they have thus far nevertheless. So It is with great pleasure and privilege after a seam of short lived deliberation, the members amongst the Council of Cerusil, and the Matriach, Mordu’lar Senna Cerusil has with surmountable ease, sanctioned what is to be expected, a harmonious marriage. In light of Rhys’s notable successes and continuance of esteemed greatness as a consequence of his seemingly endless ambition, the Cerusil Talonnii intend on embracing him with pride upon what is to be a gallant day, to which the pairing will be solidified in a ceremonial exchange, for all of Celia’nor to bear witness. Upon an idyllic moonlit night, Eloise Cerusil and Rhys became aligned, bound to form a connection through a common liaison for erudition and warfare. Mirrors of equivalent affections only derive from two espoused beings which share such a blessing of interconnectedness. A champion and novelist, together as one. Their sentiments have humble beginnings, intertwining, crossing paths within an athenaeum filled with books. Both psyches were entranced, cherishing an exchange of tragically written tales. Undoubtedly an empyrean pair, they too have reached aerial heights with their love for psychedelics. Having mounted illusory dragons and trained to become bravura escapologists, there lies no void that may isolate one or the other. Frenetically devoted lovers, they will finally accord the fabric of love, one needle and a thread. “An era of eros, a tick for loving talk, a coming together of the lovers that render living whole.” OOC: SUNDAY 5th 6:30pm EST Invitation: ARISTOCRACY OF CELIANOR & VASSALS Her Highness Princess Valyris Ibarellan | @Cepheid Evarir Veralya Wynasul, and their Talonii | @Amuletic Evarir Aurelius Haelimah, and their Talonii | @aWhyte Virar Serigne Py’lrie, and their Talonii | @Allien Virar Theoden Akaln’riv, and their Talonii | @FredrickTeufel Virar Aestenia Aevaris, and their Talonii | @Maevlin Virar Thalon Nullivari, and their Talonii | @_Sug Laurir Ante'ahern Athri'onn, and their Talonii | @Air Noron Kraal of Dralguuna, and their Talonii | @_Hexe_ AY’PUERAN; The Honourable Lady, Eloise Cerusil, Member of the Cerusil Talonnii, A Scholar of the Talonn’ii The Honourable Diraar, Rhys, Llir’lye of the Elcihi’heial, Member of the Celia’diraar, Member of the Silver Pheonix Society The Honourable Mordu’lar, Senna Cerusil, Laurir of the Cerusil Talonnii, presiding member of the High Council in the Principality of Celia’nor.

A Union below The Stars [!] A portrayal of Raziel & Astyrn 30 seconds before both of them fell on their face at the Celia'nor ball. It is time to take chance on stars, and what better place to do it than in the country of stars? A realm of wonder, ideas, dreams, and a brand-new union may be found amongst the stars. The ceremony will be held inside the Elaneh'celia Palace according to Celianorian customs. Following the wedding ceremony, a celebration of the occasion will be held in. The bride and groom's family and friends are cordially invited to the most joyous occasion. All of Celia'nor is invited. ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya ay’pueran; Laurir Raziel Amethil, Laurir Draoi, High Magus & Lauririi of Celia'nor Laurir Astryn Aevaris Virar Aestenia Aevaris, Laurir of Fi’andria, Virar of Starpool Personal invitations are extended to: Misses Scarlet & Mister Edvard Chief Dal'lisse Oussana & her Clan Esteemed Miss Aywinn Lord Aearion Tawarenion & his Talonii Mr. Lefkos Amethil Lord Lanre Cerusil Misses Llora Soltee

There has been a series of break-ins in the underground housing district in Fiandria! Everyone, double-check your doors, especially if you are in similarly lower priced housing such as the Sunken Vallel- you may be the next target. (Or already were.) Those in more costly homes should still take guard, though, as evidently there is a thief around. Whoever it was missed my things as they had only checked my closet where I store materials that they'd found unworthy of taking, but they are evidently trying to take something. Be careful everyone. I got lucky, but you don't need to take the chance. -Jade Nocturne

FROM THE DIARY OF THE LAURIR FAREWELL As Issued from the An'asul estate DATE UNKNOWN "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 It has been days since I last wrote in this diary, and I can barely bring myself to do so now. The weight of my loss is overwhelming, and I am consumed by a feeling of emptiness and despair. I have lost everything, my home, my family, my friends and my purpose. I am alone in this world, and I cannot see a reason to go on. I spend my days wandering through the ashes of my former home, reliving the memories of the past. I remember the laughter and love that filled our home, the warmth of my family's embrace. But now, all that remains is a cold emptiness. The enemy was too strong, and I was too weak. I cannot help but feel that my people looked up to me and I failed them. The thought of rebuilding and moving on seems impossible. I have lost everything that ever mattered to me and I cannot imagine a future without them. I am plagued by thoughts of ending it all, but I cannot bring myself to act on them. I am torn between the desire to end my suffering and the guilt of leaving those behind who have suffered the same fate. I have nothing left, and the pain is too great to bear. I have been struggling to find a reason to keep going and to find a spark of hope in this dark and gloomy world. I am tired, tired of this endless cycle of grief and despair. I am tired of feeling this immense weight on my shoulders. I find myself thinking about the past, the good times, the happy moments that I shared with my loved ones. But then reality hits me, and I am reminded that they are gone and they're not coming back. I am haunted by the memories of the last time I saw them, the screams and the tears, the blood and the smoke. I am struggling to find a sense of purpose in this world without them. I am struggling to find a reason to wake up every day and to face the reality of my loss. I am struggling to find a way to move forward, to find a way to heal. But as the days pass, I realized that I needed to find a way to honor the teachings of Larihei and to continue the legacy of my Talonnii. I may have lost everything, but I will not let my memory go forgotten. I will not let my death be in vain. I will find a way to rebuild, to move forward and to make sure that their legacy lives on. My chosen successor shall be my dear nephew, Edgars An’asul. For he shall lead the talonnii into prosperity as Laurir once I am gone. Farewell my dear followers of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, I shall join one with Larihei. AY'LARIHEI MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA Signed, Usamea An’asul

Year 110 of the Second Age, ᛋᛁᚷᚱᚢᚾ ᚱᛁᛉᛉ ᛗᚨᚾ RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR OWN EYES ᚺᛖ ᛞᛁᛞ ᛁᛏ ᚨᚷᚨᛁᚾ In the year 110 of the Second Age Sigrun Ireheart, Clan Father of the Irehearts made his bold move. As he cleverly asked Valyris for a drinking contest before they went to a festival together. As the foolish Celia’norian citizens got drunk the masterful Ireheart made his move, kidnapping the princess of Celia’nor right in front of their very eyes. With my blade to her neck, a futile attempt to stop me by a mage of the air evocationist kind, whilst courageous did not end up saving her. My reasoning for this is that I am low on cash, and I had spent it all on buying myself and Valyris drinks. I am a gracious host and her stay with me has been nothing but smiles. The terms to her freedom are simple. Send an unarmed messenger to hand me over a sum of two hundred mina and a bottle of Celia’norian wine. You shall throw the pouch of mina and bottle of wine to me at the Ireheart clan hall. [!] An artistic rendition of Sigrun Ireheart and Valyris having a nice time at a bar was added.

A SILVER ALLIANCE [11th of the Amber Cold, Year 105 of the Second Age] Preamble The parties of The Principality of Celia’nor and The Serene State of Lurin, henceforth referred to as the signatories, hereby agree to an alliance, the duration of which will last ten years. Additionally, the signatories will adhere to each of the following articles stated within this agreement. Terms of Alliance I. The Signatories will adhere to an alliance in full between their realms, and will not incite conflict between them. The signatories agree that they are willing to aid each other militarily in times of distress. II. The Serene State of Lurin and the Principality of Celia’nor recognize each other’s Realms as independent lands ruled by their respective monarchs, and will make no attempt to subvert those authorities governing them. A.) The signatories recognize the respective claims of governance, namely that Celia’nor has the right to govern all high elves and that Lurin has the right to govern all of their people. III. The Signatories agree to engage in trade with each other, whether it be through monetary exchange or bartering. IV. The Signatories agree to participate in exchanges of assistance when it comes to mages and the voidal arts when requested. They assist in each other’s rituals when requested and collaboration of their mages. Along with the voidal arts, it’s a trading of knowledge as a whole and extends to a trading of books. IV-I. The Signatories shall use their combined knowledge to work together to remove dark creatures that threaten the world. V.The Signatories will allow free passage for civilians and refugees through their respective territories, under the law of both nations. AY’PUERAN; Valyris Ibarellan, Princess of Celia’nor, Queen of Gladewynn, Princess of the Alders, Princess of Alderyn, High Empyrean Princess, Sole-Proprieter of Gladewynn, Protector of the High Elves, High Magus of the Arcanic Court, etc. THE SILVER LUBBA, Mika Anarion

The Bloody Fox’s Log Volume 2 104 of the Second Age It has been long overdue that I publish another log. The people of Almaris are due an explanation for all the travesty in the world today and I seek to bring about an element of that explanation. I am no great individual with no gods who have blessed me and no taint to possess me. But Sonnos has taught me how to be cunning and Morea has taught me to be brave. I have been at the venture of fighting what lurks in the dark for nearly my entire adult life. Never have I seen a place so filled with taint and corruption as the Principality of Celia’nor. I returned to Celia’nor after many years of exile to find a place that seemed to be following in the ways that we had set about when we founded the city. A place of peace and unity for those ostracized by The Silver State and the societies of Almaris that cast them out. As I settled there I found myself increasingly noticing the peculiarities with strange visitors in late hours to the castle and the use of violence against those undeserving. I explored the city and found obelisks beneath many homes, rooms filled with blood and gore from Aspects know what beasts. I found people of ill intent consorting with the nobility in every place I looked. I found myself no longer content in the waiting of the Princess to see the error of her ways for inaction leaves her no better than an instrument of violence, the same as a blade on the hip of cruelty. In a social at Starpool I could no longer stand aside and allow the evil that had festered to continue its walking in the sunlight. I felt the need to shove it back into the shadows it had come from. I crossed the ballroom floor and attempted to embed my dagger into the neck of a nephilim that sought to speak his foul tongue among the crowd. Then the Princess herself intervened, she threw her arm in the way of my blade and my thanium dagger laid a cut upon her arm. Simply examine her to know the truth of my words. Her inaction towards the corruption festering in her city now turned into a horrid defense of it. Her actions are inexcusable. Then at this moment a BSK Soldier and an Olog who had been pursuing this nephilim sprung forth to aid me. Brave individuals both, for we were surrounded by those who only sought to protect the beast’s ability to spew his corruption upon the world. Both were mercilessly cut down by a horde of Nephilim and Celia’norian mali despite their attempts to ease the crowd that had been so recklessly whipped up by Abdiel and Zodd. I just managed to escape as the Valah and Olog held them off for me to beseech the people of Almaris. I beg of the kind hearted and fair people of Celia’nor and of all of Almaris, do not allow taint to stain your cities. Fight against it in all of its forms. Signed, [!] A public letter would be sent to all corners of Almaris. Below the letter would be a list attached: Abdiel - A Cursed Being of Red Skin Zodd - A follower of Azdromoth with a forge in Celia’nor Coalskinned Azdrazi with Scales and Horns, Red Eyes - A Nephilim of Azdromoth who frequents Celia’nor

[!] A missive is sent to Krugmar, Celia'nor, Elvenesse, Vortice, across Nor'asath and in addition to members of Clan R'ikarth. A mark of death has been placed upon an estimated six-foot elf in dark robes adorned with golden face tattoos. His weapon of choice is a katana. Guessed to be a vampire based on a previously claimed sighting in Nor’asath years pass. Where he attempted to feed on a child. Guessed to be a blood mage by the Ker who encountered him at the scene of the crime. Morgana R’ikarth is slain. Mutilated a horrific display. Only her head was displayed and serves as the body identifying mark. To her family and friends. We will cremate the body, and place the ashes in an urn within our temple. Members of Clan R’ikarth will be allowed to take this Urn if they so decide. To the settlements around us, we offer a reward for his death. To the Mali’ker across the lands. Keep an eye out for this Azulite. This slayer of kin. If spotted by the Maehr Clergy or citizens of Nor’asath. He will be slain. To the Uruk of Krugmar, I, Qudlia Jusmia, personally will be debted if you capture this Azulite. If you do not bring him to Nor'asath. I ask only that you sacrifice this bastard to Luara, so he may serve some use in his putrid life.

The Great Pumpkin Carving of Paradine 18th of The Sun’s Smile , 99 S. A. [!] From the deepest and darkest woods of the west, comes flyers originated and written from those who live within. This very letter found its way cast out of the state to different parts of the realm, making it a widely spread letter for all to see. Artistry is something that seems ever-present. In every aspect of life. From the skies above, to the caverns beneath our feet, the mind of an artist seems to slip into the world around us. And thus, the Vaulurir of Paradine is proud to present our very own pumpkin carving event. Using locally sourced pumpkins from our very own farms- step up and see if you have what it takes to become The Pumpkin Paladin of Paradine! I T I N E R A R Y Pumpkin Carving The main event - what everyone has been waiting for! A battle of the minds- of the hands- of the artists! Face off against fellow fighters and battle for the title of The Pumpkin Paladin of Paradine! The victor of this event not only gets a medal, bragging rights, but also a grand prize of 200 minas! Baker’s Battle After the main event we’ll line up our challengers in a bake-off! Each competitor will create a pumpkin-themed bakery item made from the innards of the pumpkins from the contest before. Whoever wins this battle will not only get a drink named after themselves, but also have their dish put on the menu of the new, up and coming tavern within Paradine! [WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 26TH, 6PM EST] PENNED AND SIGNED; Jakob Castington, Councillor of Snow Written by: Evarir Veralya Wynasul SPECIAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: ARISTOCRACY OF CELIANOR Evarir Veralya Wynasul, and their Talonii @Amuletic Evarir Aurelius Haelimah, and their Talonii Virar Thalon Nullivari, and their Talonii @_Sug Virar Serigne Py’lrie, and their Talonii @Allien Virar Theoden Akaln’riv, and their Talonii @fredrickteufel Laurir August Athri'onn and their Talonii @twistedfries Laurir Glynfir Aevaris and their Talonii @Crymson Laurir Raziel Amethil and their Talonii @laeonathan Laurir Ranni Ranaleth and their Talonii @coffeekreme COURTIERS OF CELIANOR Saphielle Heithyra, Silver Seneschal of Fi’andria @silllkee Esmeralda Acal'elor, Lady of the Interior @Axelu Irelia Py'lrie, Lady of the Arts @XoxoMinnieXoxo Zodd, Master of the Forge @AdmiralLB Alucard Anarion, Court Archivist @xNeviah Eve Athri'onn, Court Astronomer @petaltothemetal Ro’ya Nullivari, Court Painter @Amyy Valindra, Court Mage @moribundity FOREIGN DELEGATIONS Netseth Loa’chil, Prince of Nor’asath and his citizens @ColonelKuehl1 Acanthus Vuln’muriel, Prince of Amaethea and his citizens @AgentofDeath13 Sarya Tundrak, Princess of Fenn and her citizens @JJosey Lenora Jusmia, of Vortice and her citizens @Bethinwonderland Karl III, King of Haenseti-Ruska and his citizens @GMRO Frederick I, Prince of Sedan and his citizens @HogoBojo Mika Anarion, The Silver Lubba of Lurin and it’s citizens @mika1278 Paul Salvian, Archduke of Petra and it’s citizens @bickando

Published 12th of The Deep Cold, 98 SA Sil’Malin; A Place for Opportunity and Growth “The time has come for Sil’Malin to open the gates of their beloved Keep and host an open house for all who wish to attend. This open house is to encourage possible recruitment for those interested in joining such an elite branch of the military. There, prospects will get the chance to meet those of the Order, such as the GrandMaster, and ChapterMaster; the leaders of Sil’Malin." I T I N E R A R Y FESTIVITIES Before the true event begins, various food items and drinks will be served at the open bar within the Sil’Malin keep. RECRUITMENT OPEN HOUSE Going into the main event-. All those who wish to learn more about the Order will be granted the opportunity to meet and discuss the members of Sil’Malin, recruitments will be open for those who wish to join. SPARRING TOURNAMENT To conclude this event, GrandMaster Kolvar Valwynn, and ChapterMaster Ellisar Aevaris will be setting up a sparring tournament. Those who participate will be challenged by their strength, with only permitting one victor in the end. The victor will be awarded 300 minas! (Tournament is a first come first serve event) Purpose of Sil’Malin The purpose of the Order of Sil’Malin is first and foremost to offer protection to the people of Mali’nor, in the effort to preserve their unity and security. The Sil’Malin also is implanted to help all mali, wherever they may be, through services of hospitality and cooperation of other nations. The duties within the Order may include various tasks, such as, but not all; defending the borders of Mali’nor, patrolling and clearing roads of bandits, and offering aid to physicians and combat medics when demand is high. The knights of the Order must be virtuous and steadfast in their duties. Their motives must be honorable and true. Sil’Malin knight in full heavy plate Meet the GrandMaster Kolvar Lyln Valwynn, Kolvar Lyln Valwynn began her military career over a century ago, when returning back to Haelun’or after a long personal deployment. Upon returning she was re-enlisted to the Sillumiran where she served a great deal of her time, swearing an oath to protect others at any given cost. After the many changes that took place regarding the government of the republic, causing it to eventually fall, Kolvar was determined to remain enlisted despite all the challenges that soon arose. As time went on, she had gained more experience through various services that were asked of her, and was granted the opportunity to climb the ranks of the Sillumiran, being promoted to First Sergeant. Being a devoted soldier and combat medic, she was assigned to lead and teach her knowledge of medicine from the frontline perspective to aspiring guards like herself. Unfortunately due constant changes with the Haelun’orian government and changes regarding the Sillumiran, Kolvar resigned, right before the fall of Haelun’or completely. Now Kolvar is proudly serving as a Diraar in the Celiadiraar and as the GrandMaster of the Order of Sil’Malin. Sil Kolvar Valwynn Post-Battle Meet the ChapterMaster Ellisar Aevaris, Ellisar’s military career started over a century ago when he returned to Haelun’or. Under the republican government of the day, he served for quite some time as second in command of the Sillumiran before being elected Okarir’tir. As the government of the republic fell, he resigned his position and evacuated his family to safety. Finding retirement to be a bore, Ellisar enlisted in the Haense Royal Army, eventually being promoted to Lieutenant. As the mali residing in Haense all left one by one, and finding it difficult to be away from their own kind, the Aevaris talonnii relocated once more and Ellisar joined the Ivae’fenn as a guardian. After the dissolution of the Principality of Fenn forced a move to Celia’nor, Ellisar now serves as a Parir in the Celiadiraar and as Chaptermaster of the Celia’nor chapter of the Order of Sil’Malin. Sil Ellisar Post-Patrol [[OOC: Sunday October 23rd @ 6pm EST]] PENNED AND SIGNED; KOLVAR L. VALWYNN ELLISAR AEVARIS

YEAR SA 93/ 1893 ISSUE I Homemade Chocolate Cookies Baking cookies is a classic staple in all of baking. Almost everyone knows what they are but not how to make them which is a shame. In this article I will show you how to make a batch of cookies easily. Step 1: gather the following ingredients, 2 1/4 cups of flour, 1 small spoon of salt, 12 1/2 large spoons worth of butter, 2/3 cups of sugar, 2 large eggs, 1 small spoon of vanilla, and a bag of whatever you want in the cookies I suggest walnuts or chocolate chips. Step 2: setting up. Have your furnace preheated for about 8 minutes plus the time it takes you to whip up the dough for the cookies. Step 3: the dough. Whisk your butter and flour in a large bowl, next add your sugar and eggs then whisk it with good effort for about 4 minutes. Then add your vanilla and whatever else you want to add but in this case, we will say chocolate chips. Step 4: baking. Now you have your dough, take a handful of them and play them on a baking track in a circular shape with half an inch of space between each cookie. Place your cookie filled tray in the furnace on the bottom row and leave it for about 12 to 15 minutes. Halfway through, shift it to the top row and it will become golden (the longer you leave them the crunchier the cookies). Finally take them out and let them cool. Penned by Local baker Flour A Query for the people… Who has better cookies… The Mysterious cookie lady.. We apologize for the hastily painted picture. Sadly, we could not get a painting of the woman as she moved so quickly… versus Local Velika baker and musin Flour Mystical magical La devin Libellule has graced us with her horoscopes for the year. Though we do not know of these strange names she clearly states that it will follow up with other zodiacs of Alamaris. Canard Corbeau Crow drake:Sun's Smile::Air sign : Monday Your week will be filled with new and old lovers returning. Deep emotional bonds will be met and formed, and people from your past will start to show face. Be wise enough, for your solid emotional pull might push you one step too far. oiseau de feu glaciaire Glacial Phoenix:The Amber Cold: Water sign: Tuesday Your week will be Filled with wonderment and a new corridor. The beginning of faith's calling isn’t an easy place to reach for, but it will get you in touch with the knowledge of life itself and the essence of connections we make through the pure acts of aptitude. A shared mission will be in place for your wings to uphold a new alliance. Cristal fauve Wyrssa:The Deep Cold:Earth sign:Wednesday This week the wrongdoings have come to pass, and finally, those who have wronged the crystal will crack. Remember to draw your sword from inner strength and courage, for you will need it in the battle ahead. Take responsibility for your actions and face your wrongdoings, or you may be on the other side of your own blade. Vulpecula Fox: Northern constellation:Snow's MaidenThunder sign:Thursday This week everything will feel warm and sunny. Your business will flourish under your guidance, as well as appear as an inspiration to others. Keep up the outstanding work, and take on the last bits of freedom. baleine céleste Sky whale:Malin's Welcome: Air sign Friday This week Romance is on the horizon, but a past lover is there waiting to intercept your passion. Betrayal of the worst kind, a dark influence swirls in the clouds. There is no room for lethal poisons of the mind, and all you need now is some trust that your heart has the best possible plan for you and that the feeling of home will away be there. Home is where your heart is; maybe it’s best to migrate back. Aello Harpy:The First Seed:Fire sign :Saturday Aellos, the harpies, what decisions have you made that brought you so far from your nest? You are being governed by fear, scared of the outcomes before you. True bravery comes from following all those fragile choices that others disapprove of, and one needs to learn this, or you might hit the wall of dismay. récolte d'autruche Bokolo: The Grand Harvest:Earth sign:Sunday The great bird for how you have run so far from yourself. Maybe you have grayed out instead of your true colors. Your mind and heart are at war, tricking one to believe the others and pulling you further apart. Stop putting your tasks aside. Less talking, more action, you will be granted Beware of the Tax mafia! The tax mafia has recently begun to cause a stir in the minister of finances departments as non-taxpayers get terrified into giving their minas to the stewards who wake up and find the people who are just about to lose their house... have paid? The bizarre phenomenon has occurred in such a strange way that it baffles all the stewards. The only word of wisdom we can give in these trying times is to pay your taxes on time. Missing dog! This painting was made next to the wooden memory swing. We hope that this dog can find it, owner, we are unsure who left him here… but we hope Percy finds his way back home. The Crowning of the Stars. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/215855-a-crowning-within-the-stars/ Elysium stood with a few vassals in the back to watch the crowning and the many gifts. Such a celebration so many people in one place, many talked of how they haven't seen such the east reinstatement of old humans. Larissa, one brave daughter of the De Astrea family stood before Illarion holding an ax of crescent and spoke of protecting their people as well giving their aid to protect this new nation and its people.