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  1. The Following Missive would be scattered around various Mali filled nations: A SHORT COMPOSITION OF ELVEN PHRASES Heya’van ito nae’leh? - How do you fare? (Heya- What, How, Who) Ayla ito kae! - I am good! Llum ito kae’leh - I am sad (Sorrowful) Nae’eyha? - And you? O? - Why? Adont’ahern - Please Ahernan ( ito nae’leh) - Thanks/ Thank you Itone - You’re welcome Llun ito kae’leh - I am Sorry Tilunen’ne ito nae’leh - I don’t forgive you Malieir ito nae’leh - You are a traitor
  2. An oak tree stood still among the cold, endless fog… unmoving, statuesque. Nothing else was there. He'd seen this tree dozens of times before, and no matter how much he ran, or how much strength he forced his feet to carry, it remained ever far away. Never closer, never out of his line of sight… The elf lord was frustrated to no end. He awoke in a sweat, in the lonely comfort of his bed. These dreams did not cease to gnaw at his thoughts since he began his journey. Sometimes he wished for something else to haunt his nights, craving the warm embrace of his lady in the late hours or the steady r
  3. The Chens are quite notably a Elven family of Li-Ren descent. There are multiple branches to the family, though, it is mainly a family of art and theatrics. Traditional dance, calligraphy, tea ceremonies and such. Coming from Ai-Zhu, they'd be found in the bigger cities but also within farm homes. With this in mind, some roles for the family are open and if someone is interested, they can contact us via msging tadabug2000 or at beautifulwatty#6584. More roles will open up over time but we really aren’t ready to try and bring in the parents, sounds like chaos. If you are interested in the
  4. ((As a note, this is an event that overlaps my IRL birthday! I can't actually go anywhere special due to my line of work even if I am vaccinated, so I thought I'd just lump mine and my character's big day together so I can have some sort of party this year. This year is also my tenth anniversary in the community, so I think it's a cool way to celebrate with the whole community! Come have fun with us!)) An invitation is left at the mailbox/taxbox of every registered home and seed hall, with a formal address to the blessed Seeds and Houses of Elvenesse. The House of
  5. Ji'Vanna Eileine Ularan ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ "Freedom in any case is only possible by constantly struggling for it." - Albert Einstein ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ Race: Mali'Aheral [identifies as such, but is half-wood elf] Height: 5"7 Appearance: Pale, snow-kissed skin. Platnium-Blonde hair, with braids and two clips. Family: Kuskyn Ularan (Father/Not IRP), Jastira (Mother/Not IRP) Culture: [Past] Mali'ito Elberun'tir [Current] N/A Current Home: Unknown Past Home: Haelun'or Profession: Warrior [was go
  6. drawing my character ji-vanna but at the same time it looks really odd - like yes, it's not done but i am panicking inside as i'm doing it like. am i doing this right, why she built like that. i really don't know
  7. The Silver Calendar of 9 S.A. 20th of the Amber Cold Throughout the city of Silver and the children of the Pure, the denizens of the State would find that they would receive an ornate scroll at their doorstep. The scroll would be on a black parchment with silver lettering and detailing with splashes of color lining the page. Mali’thill Wine and Tea Kaliri The Deep Cold “A long drawn out debate between Mali’thill has been between the preference of wine and tea, so it has been seen fit to host an event revolving around both which the ‘thill enjoy. Th
  8. i personally want 1.13 and for the devs to focus enhancing 1.13 rather than update to 1.14 with a bad chunkloading, the new blocks are cool but it doesnt replace the chunk loading, we cant move from point a to point b it takes literally too much time for travelling, maybe we can go back to 1.13 with an older save if world corruption is a concern but we cant stay in 1.14 its ruining the traveling of the map
  9. OOC: From now on I’ll be writing these posts in a somewhat dramatic story-telling fashion. This was not uncommon in ancient times. Most history was written in rhyme or in a the dramatic. (It’s also more fun) The sweltering sun beat down upon the thirsty dark elf. Used to the cool of the forest trees of Siramenor, the heat of the desert plains during the Sun’s Smile fell like a hammer on his shoulders. The sound of his footsteps sounded hollow across the barren landscape. A soft, hot, humid wind ruffled the gray grass. It whistled past small rocks that stuck up from the red dusty e
  10. This is a series of entries in a journal that are written by a historian about Sirame Khel. They will be entered into the grand library of Dragur upon the event of Tide Falkmoor’s death or that of the order. (OOC: so you can't use this information until Tide Falkmoor has died) On the 15th of the deep cold, 1780, Sirame Khel was founded. There was no fanfare or celebration. This order would forever hide in the shadows, protecting itself from prying eyes. At the time there were only three dark elves whose only connection was their hope for the future and their belief in the honor of
  11. Her Last Feather PK of Marcella Avern-Barclay Born in 1688, Marcella Baruch was the daughter of Richard Baruch and an unnamed woman from Curon. Her father was a known necromancer in his past and the woman was unknown but to a select few. However, under the custody of her father, he aimed to improve upon his ways and took up an alchemist stand within the city of Sutica. When Marcella was just shy of one her father was arrested and executed for his past crimes, abandoning her in the basement of Richard’s shop. Her adoptive brother Hiren had found her some time later an
  12. Gemini

    An ancient letter

    [!] Dust seems to decorate the ancient parchment. The corners of the paper have but crumbled. It is clear this letter is old, at least a couple centuries, perhaps even more. To the beloved daughter, It was a beautiful day. Choirs consisting of different birds, all singing in tune. The sun and the moon facing each other, how magical it felt. It was right then when Gwynaeth took a look at me, her face filling with joy as you were delivered into this world. Nuala, we decided to call you. For the never ending respect for
  13. OOC: This Tome is a collection of poetry written by Silas Astasel, located with an irp book. Often, these entries will involve some background as he writes it, which onlookers/those reasonably around may emote in response to within this post. If you wish to do this, simply begin a reply, select the entry and hit "quote selection," then add your response emote. Direct confrontation between characters should be avoided most times, as to not metagame or make the post a confusing web. This being said, the contents written within this tome are located behind closed pages, an
  14. It would be yet another delightfully cold and snowy day in the northern region of Almaris. As a certain Mali'fenn sat in her home in Norland, she would begin writing a missive. It would read as followed: The Mali'fenn of the once great Princedom of Fenn, It has been some time since I have spoken to some if not all of you. Firstly I would like to ask for forgiveness for not being present in the political affairs of our people. I cant help but feel some amount of guilt for not being the leader I vowed to be when I became the Grand Princess of the Princedom of Fenn. I
  15. The Arvellon Seed Watchers in the Autumn Woods _________________________________________ “From our trees of red, gold, and orange do we watch.” The Autumnal Lore _________________________________________ The Arvellon Seed is one of the smaller and lesser known tribes amongst the first migration of Mali’ame. Whilst others adorned themselves in unique and colorful markings and apparel, the Wood Elves of the Arvellon were only identifiable by their shared physical traits and their name. Yet even this left them confused with the seedless brothers and s
  16. A note is slotted into the loose bark of a tree beside Silas’ tent in New Esbec. It isn’t nailed, as to not harm the tree, but instead loosely flapping it’s corner in the wind. It is sealed with a silver wax stamp, depicting a falcon upon a branch. Upon opening, in cherry-red ink and Silas’ flourished, ornate handwriting, it reads: "Hunters. Friends. Family. I come to you in some of the most troubling hours of my life. You see, in the face of false authority and undue peerage from sources not our own, I have decided to resign my post as Leutnant and Alderman of Esbec. I wish n
  17. The Sentinels of Elvenesse. In it’s reformation the elves of Almenor and the woodland realm join forces. Their purpose, to maintain a level of peace and prosperity for the homeland of Elvenesse. As the two cultures joined into one city, so too did the elven warriors of each land. A new golden age, men and women of Elvenesse prepared to maintain peace and justice by any means necessary. These Sentinels of the elven realm duly sworn by oath, to maintain tranquility in this new age. An oath crafted in brotherhood against the invading Inferi, to be sworn before the oathta
  18. INDOR TIRAN Established. 2nd of Sun's Smile, 00 SA INDEX BILL OF RIGHTS Universal Rights Domestic Rights CRIMINAL LAW Article I: Crimes Against the Person Article II: Crimes Against Property Article III: Crimes Against Morality Article IV: Crimes Against Justice Article V: Crimes Against the Crown Article VI: Crimes Against the Faith Article VII: Magic & the Supernatural CIVIL LAW Article I: Identification Article II: Contracts & Labour Article III: Domestic Relations JUDICIA
  19. The Mother And Her Lamb ____________________________________________ ____________________________________________ Rhaella Ashwood-Velulaei’onn couldn’t help but think about what she could have done better in her years of being an early mother. She thought about it every day, but as the time passed, the thoughts grew cloudier, darker… “I should have never ran for Lunar Sage...” The Mali’ker woman mumbled as she paced around Asimu’lei’s ‘Vallel’ame Forest.’ The beautiful blue trees gave her a temporary feeling of peace as she aligned her thoughts. They ha
  20. Decree of Banishment Seed. 12th of the Sun’s Smile, 1794 ~ Overview ~ Until subsequent review, with reprieve and exemptions only to be granted under the authority of the Crown and government, the following parties are hereby banished from the Princedom of Elvenesse and all the lands encompassed within its dominion: The Clan of Ireheart The Hanged Men Those found to be in contempt of this ruling are to submit themselves to escort and removal from the land encompassing the Princedom of Elvenesse. Refusal to do so shall b
  21. (Colorized, a soldier of Elvenesse standing against the demon Sultan M’ag’nus C’arne. Circa 1792.) [!]A letter finds it’s way throughout the land of Arcas. For anyone who cared to read. Operation Red Dawn. The 11th of Malin’s Welcome, 1792. From the office of the Prince of Elvenesse Feanor Sylvaeri. “Let it be known now, the demonic “Sultan” known as M’ag’nus C’arne was slain in combat by soldiers of Elvenesse. Led by the Sea Prince Feanor Sylvaeri himself, M’ag’nus was caught hiding within an abandoned forge near the borders of Elvenesse. To w
  22. A package for the Dominus. 13th of The Amber’s Cold, 1789. “You are hereby deemed guilty, for the crimes of interbreeding, treason, and contempt against the Crown of Elvenesse.” - Olorin Telemnar. And thus, the judgment of the Mali’ame Casca Terin was given. For the betrayal of her kin, she was cast out. Branded as a betrayer, and maimed to remove any semblance of her original race. Guardsmen took their turns, handing down the punishment given. Until what was left was nothing more than a disgraced humanoid. “We will not take pride in thi
  23. Frozen Ash. A grandiose archway, now merely a window into the cataclysm of his once beloved home. Aesilnoth had stopped short of the arch, his mind drew a blank. He could only attempt to comprehend what his one eye could see. Where once the capital Tahu’lareh stood, a fortress atop the mountain, was now reduced to an abyssal pit of fire and ash. Yet even then, he was compelled to move forward. Clambering his way up the decimated mountain side, his lungs burned as frigid air became mixed with ash and smoke. What could have done this? His thoughts seemed to race through his mind at a
  24. THE RESURGENCE OF PROGRESS Issued 8th of the Deep Cold, 1771. A new entrance has appeared by the Acid Pit Observatory... The newly appointed Okarir'tayna calls within the square for attention, as he gestures toward the gazebo on the other side of the fountain. The entrance to the Acid Pit Observatory, the stairwell that had been barred by a gate and a glass wall for months, was now decorated with cyan ribbons. Silvos called out for those present to follow him down, leading the way side by side with Sohaer Miravaris. U
  25. SUNDERED ELVES I. Origin + History [Sorry can’t make this two separate sections you’ll see why] Ancient History | The First Phase [This is the same as the past lore.] Part I: The Experiment The tale of the Mali’fenn begins with the schismatic war of the ancient Elcihi’thilln of the High Elves, or the Silver City. The untouched visage of the would-be ruler of the Mali'aheral, Lomal, after the inferno died around him during his trial by fire had stunned the many Mali’thilln of the Silver Hall, among them a young researcher named
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