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  1. TO HIS ROYAL MAJESTY ALEKSANDR II, 6th of Snow's Maiden, 168th Year of the Second Age ____________________________________________________ With utmost respect and sincere reverence do I extend this open letter to His Royal Majesty @Mio, Her Royal Majesty @sarahbarah, and the rest of Your Royal Family. I wish You unyielding health and spirits indomitable upon Your triumphant return and Her Royal Majesty’s graceful retirement from the courts. May peace, progress, and prosperity boundless in nature grace Your reigns endlessly. I grow less a stranger to Your beautiful country, people, and courts with each passing day. My heart boasts deep love for this Kingdom, with its honorable, trustworthy people. For within, I have found a place to call home. In this light, I humbly seek audience with His Royal Majesty, Her Royal Majesty, and any individual deemed appropriate. For no longer am I able to withhold my silenced voice regarding the egregious defeats under the leadership of the Lord Marshal Ser Leonid Kortrevich @erictafoya in combatting the Shadow Harrower menace whom demonically parades, harasses, and murders so freely in the country I love. To establish my position, and create some intention of good faith, one cannot write a letter such as this without giving due credit. The burden shouldered by Your Lord Marshal in combatting the monstrous Shadow Harrowers besieging Castle Morteskvan is a responsibility akin to bearing the mountains upon one’s shoulders, and bears mental duress equal in measure. Efforts to shoulder this responsibility are admirable. Yet in such a light, it is equally imperative that we not turn our eyes blind to the outcome of the Lord Marshal's recent operations: failure. Failures occur in warfare. Men will always die. Yet never in my four hundred years have I appallingly witnessed the lifeless bodies of my comrades shot out of catapults like ammunition. It was of my own volition in which I painstakingly discovered key vulnerabilities in the enemy’s defenses, corroborated by Ser Audo Weiss the Raven @Frostdrop1(who bears no involvement in this correspondence). Consider then the dismay that befell me upon the telling of the battle plans for Operation Bloody Gate which blatantly disregarded these vulnerabilities. In disregarding this critical intelligence, Your forces were directed by the Lord Marshal to instead engage the enemy up an icy mountain fraught with traps (ones against which I had detected, and vehemently cautioned). Despite my warnings, the Lord Marshal recklessly ordered Your army to charge directly through this deadly path. The disastrous assault bore grave fruit, and saw many of Your army beset by pitfalls, spike traps, and ultimately consumed by an avalanche orchestrated by Tyr, the enemy. My comrades and myself narrowly avoided being consumed by the mountain, whilst suffering a now embarrassing third retreat from an enemy whom should have been easily defeated. I count myself fortunate that the honor and lives of the valiant men and women under my command, and myself, were not taken by snow. It is my profound concern that further avoidable misfortunes are to be shouldered by my beloved countrymen. Whether that is being launched from a catapult like Venerable Armsman Vasili Vanrov @Helios_ (may GOD rest his venerable soul), capture and vicious execution like Valorous Dagfinn the Squire @Youngie5500(may GOD rest his valorous soul), succumbing to an avalanche as in Operation Bloody Gate, or even fates worse than what my imagination can produce. It is not my intent to create slander. It is not my intent to play politics. Only to rip out this thorn from our sides, and to ensure peace unending. I seek no blood from Your Lord Marshal. I believe that he is a good man with a good heart, and no quarrel do I seek. Yet I cannot remain silent when he has displayed a keen disregard for the safety of Your troops, my comrades, produces flawed battle plans ending in consistent defeat, and has so far made no progress in his responsibility to dispose of these animals. The continued deployment of the Lord Marshal’s plans, developed without critical intelligence in mind, will see avoidable follies bear more grave fruit and allow for the persistence of the enemy. I strive to express to You my well-founded concerns. Should You give my humble self the honor of Your presence, it is my wish to present and explore solutions which myself and my own counsel have produced. In an extension of good faith, should You permit such a meeting, it is my hope Your Lord Marshal will be in attendance so that he might provide what input he has, as well as say what he will to me. It is my hope You will grant me the honor of speaking man to man. For You will find that my way brings fire, steel and death to the enemies of Your Kingdom. Signed, Greiret Malviser Elverhilin-Finnigan-Faean Governor of the Province of Esterwick, Immortal of the Kingdom of Gladewynn, Annilir of Malin’s Virarim, Supreme Battlemage of the Gladewynn Company, Knight-Enchanter of the Enchantry and Partiarch of the Elverhilin Family
  2. Protection of the Southern Summit 2nd of The Grand Harvest SA 168 The chapter is written in a hurry, with a thin layer of sand coating it. The Southern Summit is near, and there is a lot of work to do. I'm one of the shamans appointed to help guard this place from buurz infiltrators. It's the largest meeting I'll be attending yet, next to that party at Haelun'or...that was a blast, everyone of my bruddas got wasted. Good times. But back to work! May Jevex give me the strenght to carry on those tasks. There is salt and aurum to be spead, for it prevents demons, undead and other darkspawns from entering, shall there be unwanted attention form those corrupted forces. May Scorthuz protect us and cleanse all the taint creeping towards the meeting. There are totems to erect and wards to cast, but since I'm not yet powerful enough to do it myself I'll lend my energy to the other shamans performing the rituals: hopefully my lessons will bring me closer to the great shamans we have at the lodge. May Theruz guide me in the pursuit of the knowledge. The sand shifts hot, but we shall be tougher. The wind blows strong, but we will be stronger. The mountain stands unwavering, and we will be steadfast in the reaching of this alliance-to-be. Lûp'Krug, gaakh ghûlumta'izishu morûzalul!
  3. Published; On the Eleventh of The Amber’s Cold "ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” ✵ [!] This first missive is a public announcement to the staff of the Celia'norian Medicinal Clinic and the Celia’norian public. With the chilled winds, and growing turmoils that life brings forth, change is yearning to come for the better. Within the esteemed Celia'norian medicinal clinic, that for years have graced this very realm, by the distinguished Lady Irelia Py’lrie. With the declining health of her, it bears news that in the coming days Lady Irelia Py’lrie will step down from her position of Head Clinician. Ascending this position, Secondary Physician, Renna Py’lrie will now hold her newly appointed position of Head Clinician. For decades, have the Py’lrie woman of such prestigious Talonnii dedicated their lives to leading the clinic of their people and for the realm. Now once more will the torch be handed to the following generation of Py’lrie, pleading the solemn responsibility of safeguarding the health and well-being of Celia'nor's cherished populace, along with tending to the mundane maladies of everyday life to confronting the harrowing specter of dire injuries, Her service shall be revered and held in the highest esteem within the Principality of Celia’nor. 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; Her Ladydship, Irelia Py’lrie, Laurir Kaliri of the Esteemed Royal Council;Matriarch of the prestigious Evarir Talonnii, The Py’lrie, of the Principality of Celia’nor Lady Renna Py’lrie, Head Clinician of the Celia'norian medicinal clinic of the Principality of Celia’nor
  4. “A venator's resolve is fueled by the charisma of their Chief, rather than a textbook” -A Venator’s Proverb Published; upon the 14 of Snow’s Maiden ✵ [!] This first missive is a public announcement to the Archprelate and the Celia’norian public. ⚔ A message to the Archprelate, As much of time has granted opportunities to be risen again, it has come to the attention of The High Venator to part ways with the Talyiinist Symposium, and work alongside the Royarch and Ibarellans to be one of a prestigious Knight Order. Our Hearts will bear the teaching of Talyniism true, your words and wisdom ever welcomed to guide our Knight Order. Though our service to the people of Celia’nor must come first. To the Mordu’Lar, Upon the decision to part from the Talyiinist Symposium, as we remain to hold true to our wisdom received from the opportunities received from such as a Knight Order being eternally grateful for the opportunity in mind, with best interest at heart for the people of Celia’nor, and for the Venators we seek camaraderie with you, the Mordu’Lar and your arms, the Divadri of Celia’nor. A message to His Royal Majesty, Itthrak Ibarellan, As the High Venator, holding the best interests in mind for the Venator Knight Order, I extend a viable request to work alongside yourself, The Prince of Fi'andria, and your kin, the Ibarellans, serving to be a prestigious exclusive Royal Knight Order. Allotting select individuals who have proven great worth to be enlisted upon this Royal Knight Order. “They’re watching you” _______ ✵ AY’PUERAN; Her Grace Hunter; The High Venator, enforcer and chief of the Venators, Kolvar L. Valwynn-Soulheart
  5. Darling Wisteria A little girl wanders around the garden of her home, using her imagination to see animals, people, creatures and magic. Her giggles echo around the area where butterflies flutter around her head happily. Off to the side, her mother sits and watches her with a smile, a hand on her pregnant belly. The woman looks proud and all loving, not a worry in sight. "Wisteria, come here would you?" The woman calls to the child, sitting straight as her daughter approaches. "You have grown so much in such little time, my beautiful flower. Your imagination runs vastly beyond the point of comprehension and your beauty is unmatched. Today, Mama knows that you will grow into a lady that will make both your Haelun and I proud. Today you start walking on your own, with your own concience. Grow my Sweet Wisteria, my flower." the woman says, caressing the child's cheek and kissing her forehead. The child, although not understanding quite yet what her mother means, nods her little head enthusiastically. "Okay mama!" Wisteria Adeline Pinemaw runs off into the garden, giggling with happiness all the way and oblivious to the adventure that lays in front of her.... (Hi there! This is a child persona that is up for grabs! If you are interested in playing this delicate little flower, please either message Otakuu or Harfleurette on Discord for more details! Happy roleplaying!)
  6. The Symposium of Talyniism The Faith of Talyniism, is a new age elven religion founded within the heartlands of Celia’nor, developed by the nationalization of Celian history and culture. The sect of faith has no ties to former elvish beliefs, and outright abjures most spiritual concepts developed in the elven world, its identity fiercely rooted in elvish spiritual pursuit. The leader of the faith, the Archprelate of Talyniism, is considered the steward and spiritual guide of Elvendom, maintaining the vision of Elvendom’s greater journey towards enlightened insight. Talyniism, is a gnostic philosophy that recognizes the existence of various higher beings at play in the world, but declares a significant amount to be neither benevolent or malevolent, rather classifying most as meddlers towards higher knowledge. Talyniism supports the ideal of a unconscious collective, in which the supposed ‘Cosmic Presence’, once made of the collective ideas and minds of all living beings, was shattered in conflict with the various meddlers beyond, creating life as it is known, including Malin, Horen, Urguan, and Krug. This belief largely abjures the influence of the outer gods including Daemonic, Aengulic, Druidic, and Spiritual, viewing all as meddler outer gods from beyond reality. This belief however, shows support for the Canonist Faith. The basis of the faith is supported by the Compendium, a collection of five holy texts that support the ideal that there are many forces in constant opposition with one another, and the sole purpose of elvendom is to achieve a critical mass of knowledge to ascend past the influences of outer gods. It believes that due to the naturalized longevity of elven kind, both life and death are an unnatural state, in which the spiritual veil must be pierced in order to overcome the influence of deceivers. It naturally believes that those of the faith are considered to be ‘philosophers’, ones who are able to climb the ladder between the realm of forms, and bring back knowledge into ours, and once a critical mass of knowledge is obtained, known as ‘insight’, those of both Elvendom and Talyniism will be able to shift beyond the form and be raptured from the mortal world. There is no concept of the afterlife for Talyniists, much rather viewing death as an unnatural purgatory which may only be emptied once elvendom can achieve a critical consciousness of insight. It believes that the agents of Aenguls, Daemons, Spirits, and Druidic aspects are in conflict to prevent the ascension of Elvendom through the promise of power and deceit, long since being the reason towards elvendom’s identity fracture and incapability to unify, while equally producing some of the more destructive agents of chaos in order to distract and defeat greater understanding, to keep elvendom ignorant and divided. It believes equally that learning to both prevent outworldly influences, and understand them, a level of comprehensive insight and manipulation must be used in return, shielding the mind from the effects of outer gods, while learning to use their own against one another, thusly schools of voidal magic and latent power sources are deeply ingrained with Talyniism. The Compendium The Tuvatir, or ‘Compendium’ is a collection of five ‘holy’ books of high elven origin, namely ‘Edification’, ‘Ascendancy’, ‘Sacrosanct’, ‘Daemonium’, and ‘Misereres’. All five books together form the Compendium, which is used for a number of philosophical and liturgical purposes by Taliiyn scholars and clerics. Oftentimes, many of the full texts are considered a very difficult reading from introductory readers, especially due to its near complete writing being in Elven, leaving the books often being proselytized by clerics and philosophers. Many often refer to the text as a grimoire due to its heavy influence from various divination sources of magic and science As a text largely inspired by the Elvish identity in relation to the divine, it's often much more nuanced than most like its kind, wherein a complete and in depth understanding of its inner machinations and beliefs come to well experienced readers of the Compendium. Across the various texts, it often attributes a collective representation of the elvish people, and the notion of a gathered ‘collective unconscious’ divine amongst various outer god foes. Largely centered around the collective known as ‘The Cosmic Presence’, it is believed that a singular deity amongst countless daemonic ‘Great Ones’ was once the amalgamation of all living life, shattered by an unknown demiurge into the individual pieces of life. Among the core tenets of the Tuvatir, is the belief of ‘Divination by Cultivation’, or the theory that by extending one's perception and insight of the horrors beyond, that such collective knowledge unlocks a mental enlightenment and ascendancy. The more who become aware of this concept, the greater the strength of the collective unconscious, moving towards a collective uplift from the throws of incomprehensible daemons beyond the veil. Book One, ‘Edification’, is the first book of the Tuvatir, and often an introductory passage for those newly introduced towards Taliiynism. Edification is where many unique and core principles or terminology of the Tuvatir is explained. The read can be a daunting one for those unversed in elvish or elvish culture, but often compliments the long lived nature of the more scholarly societies of elves. Edification is one of ‘the big three’, also known as the old texts that comprises the first three books. It is often compared to the Pillar of Structure of Taliame’tanya, for various representations of the still and unconscious mind and its own strength. Book Two, ‘Ascendancy’, shares some of the fewest words amongst all five books, as the vast majority of the entire book is depictions of various, ‘perfect’ geometrical patterns and runes that are believed to bring good or negative fortune. These patterns are viewed as ‘holy’ due to their common recurrence in natural patterns, or perfect shape. While the chapter offers some insight to its depth, the chapter is often vague towards newcomers, due to the chapter's nature to be cognitively stimulating through detailed fractals and shapes. It’s often considered the Pillar of Dynamic, due to the active work it takes to stimulate the conscious and cognitive mind, while providing wards of safety. Book Three, ‘Sacrosanct’, is often the most proselytized due to its popular and dense nature for revealing many of the divinations of Taliiynism. Unlike other beliefs, The Cosmic Presence is considered neither monotheistic, nor benevolent; rather indifferent and incomprehensible. Amongst the various voidal horrors that lay beyond the veil, it was believed the presence was a similar waking Great One, who’s descent and exploitation was the birth of life, and that various great demiurges and outer gods contend to feast upon its sleeping remains as various unnatural powers such as Voidal Horrors. In this book, it is often described the position of elves towards custodianship, and education of this knowledge due to their longer lives, and ability to ascend closer towards greater knowledge. It views these outer gods and daemons as no different than the one that bore life, and that truly recognition of these things from beyond is the only way to prevent their meddling and attempts to keep the collective uninformed and divided. Book Four, ‘Daemonium’, is the first of The New Texts, and dedicated to the record and collection of Identified Great Ones. Due to its changing nature, these texts are largely a taboo that is not often shared beyond clerics or in sanctuaries due to its constantly evolving nature of adding Daemons, or striking old misconceptions from the records. The texts are often filled with eldritch, malformed depictions of incomprehensible daemons alongside in depth details and records of such meddlers. While it is often safeguarded towards sanctuaries, the depictions of such Daemons are often told as frightening stories of those that lay in between the stars. Book Five, ‘Misereres’, is the most recent of The New Texts, and similarly to Daemonium, it is considered to be fluid, and changing with the ethnic history of Taliiynists. Largely centered in the Celic heartlands, it often shares hymns and psalms of ethnic history in relation towards various meddlers and ethnic struggles. One of the more famous passages, ‘Exodus Wounds’, tells about the siege of Fi’andria and the exodus from the peninsula of Almaris. It even shares stories of antiquity of the broad elven identity such as the September Prince. Symbolic Concepts and Customs Given the book of Ascendancy is thoroughly filled with various runes of deific design, three various symbols are the most common way to identify the followers of Talyniism and traditions that often surround them. The Taliame’tanya, is often the symbol of the legitimists, or the order of Reason, which is depicted as a multi-circles rune with long flowing roots intertwining the intertwined twelves sacred runes that bind it together, the order of Reason often being those under the stance of active pursuit of expanding the faith. The Ker’caele however is often depicted as a 8 pointed star, often the symbol of the Relativists, or the order of Logic, which often take the mindset that passive expansion is the only true expansion. Both however recognize the symbolic depiction of the Cosmic Presence, often being viewed as not alike living beings, and either depicted as the physical manifestation of the night sky; a shattered relic dotted with the broken pieces dotting its surface, or as an amalgam beyond mortal rules, like that of the Taliame’tanya. The standard blessing of Talyiinism is ‘Aher’lye taelye’, often followed or joined with the gesture of cresting one's hand before the face, typically centered around the forehead as a reflection of passing knowledge. Meditation is typically done in private, but can often be done en masse at congregations. Kneeling with outstretched arms is often the most common form of meditation, with some simplified forms of clasping hands before the head being accepted as well. Often one will do meditation or blessings reflected by a page or depiction of sacred geometry, in which one is expected to reflect mentally upon the deeper meaning of each symbol during meditation. Congregation typically occurs in designated holy sites, structures often blessed or laced with ‘resistant’ materials such as Aurum or salts during construction. Great architectural design is put into these buildings, often seeing an architectural link between elven and high-human designs, constructing megastructures often similar to larger cathedrals and chapels with distinct elvish designs rooted into their construction, a compliment to canonist designs but distinctly unique with more elvish tried designs and techniques. Specifically cultivated trees from the original great tree of Fi’Andria are distinctly revered and often planted in holy sites and places of Talyiinist influence, and it is considered an omen if caught flame. However, the far rarer Ivory Tree was specifically cultivated by Talyiinists from Fi’Andria’s great tree, and while only under ten exist, they are typically planted specifically within major holy sites. Holy Orders Abbesses of the Cloth) The abbesses are a female-only order of reverends who dedicate themselves to both the ordained ministration of proselytizing the faith towards other elves, and devoted service to the royal family of Celia’nor. A secretive order, a convent is extremely difficult for outsiders to interject and gaze upon, as the abbesses are both extremely private with their affairs, and sworn to secrecy by the head abbey and sovereign of Celia’nor. While in public many can be seen as warm and kind, they are considered by many as highly dedicated to the orders of their Sovereign, and many undergo either vows of extensive silence, extensive training in subterfuge, or guardianship as personal private guards to the Ibarellan family. Some have given them the nickname as the Silent Sisters as the eyes and ears for the Sovereign of Celia’nor. Most are capable of self-defense and defense of their liege, and often sport light-weight lamellar amongst their robes, and often start their training in the staff. The order is made entirely by armed maidens, following behind the order of the head abbey, or Archprelate in the case there is no head abbess. Night’s Venators) The venators, colloquially known as the hunters, are a suborder of the Talyiinist Symposium, dedicated wholly to the study, hunt, and elimination of aberrations, often being referred to as monster hunters. Specifically trained in their respective fields, Venators are skilled professionals when it comes to the combat of Abberants that threaten the realms, specifically trained to combat the likes of Necros, Witches, Undeads, Corcitura, Ghouls, and other magical or daemonic creatures, some specializing in mundane creatures such as trolls and ogres. The venator order is layered between a cohesive and self-sufficient system of trackers, scholars, duelists, and stewards who manage to keep the order well stocked, but handle the business of selling services out towards foreign nations in need of assistance, where a venator may be sent to help manage the tracking, capture, or elimination of threats for a price. The order is headed by the First Hunter, or elected in chief, and if none is selected it is under the direct command of the Archprelate. Magic, while highly monitored by the order, is encouraged by some members to take up formal support and counter-magi roles. The order is often predisposed towards investigation and hostility of non-standard magic and their users, especially forms deemed hostile by the state or Talyiinist faith. Most however make use of mundane counters to opponents, including Salts, Aurum, and Fire, in which the latest technology is employed by Venators. The Venators are evolved from the former order of Sil'malin, and often compose a selection of armors between the tracker and hunter sub-classes.
  7. The Seed of The Owl Maehr'Uhier Formed 13th of Malin's Welcome, 113 SA Present Chief: Fal'leon Maehr'uhier “Ohowaki maehran, Ellaurir ay’Ibaran. lyun ito heya’leh orrarnan, kaenan’leh ortilrun nae illerae Kaean’leh Sirame aynae’leh lye myumierae Oh Ohowaki ormaehr, ehya leyuan, nae’leh ahern kae illera.” The Owl of Knowledge and Wisdom reaps the skies with silent wing beats. Those who follow under her masterful guidance pride themselves upon their dedication to both learning and teaching; the scholars of the world. It is with the Maehr’uhier that such scholars may find a home, a commune to foster their knowledge and bring unto them new heights. Titles Sohae’maehr - Chief Mar’maehr - Elder Maehr’onn - Member Fi’maehr - Seeker _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Values of The Owl Knowledge Wisdom Teaching Patience Curiosity Growth _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Trials of Initiation Trial of Knowledge The Fi’maehr must locate and return with a piece of knowledge not yet stored in the Maehr’uhier collection. If they’re unsure what is collected, they are encouraged to both ask and read away. The resulting piece may come in any form, from a history book to a bardic tale, however it must be documented in some fashion to be returned to in another instance. Trial of Sight The Fi’maehr is to find and speak to a minimum of 4 people with varying gifts or religions. They are to ask what they are, how long they’ve pursued this path, why they chose it, and (most importantly) how has it affected their world views and philosophies. Gifts may include: Voidal mages, druids, paladins, shaman, dark mages, alchemists, canonists, and any others one may find Trial of Understanding The Fi’maehr must find a person who they disagree with strongly in any capacity, due to personal reasons or morals, and come to a mutual agreement on something together. This cannot be something surface level like a favourite food, but rather on something deeper and meaningful. The purpose of such is to learn from those whom you do not see eye to eye, and realize value in all perspectives. Trial of Independance For one year, or an elven week, the Fi’maehr must make themselves home within the wilderness. In this time, they may not speak, write, or communicate with any words to anyone. The Fi’maehr may be around others, but asking for help is prohibited. Like Ohowaki, they will be silent. Proof of such endeavors will be a record of things they see and hear during this time, all observations of descendants and nature they deem interesting enough to note. Trial of Wisdom To conclude the trials of the Maehr’uhier, the Fi’maehr must come to learn of the Mani in which they will study under. Return with an apt description of Ohowaki, her teachings, how to pray to her, and so forth. This final act will tie in to the following celebration of your acceptance. Continually, recitement of her primary prayer must be accomplished successfully. It is advised that items of worship are collected during this time, as they will be needed further on. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Rites of Passage Rite of The Flesh Ilmyumier has been adopted as part of the Maehr’uhier tradition at the time of forging and so forth. The markings are distinct in both pattern and colour, and must remain consistent. White tattoos are to be worn onto their flesh before the rest of the seed, presenting themselves to the world with the markings of Ohowaki. However, the Maehr’onn may choose the location of their markings, it is common practice to get them on the chest or dominant arm. Continually, those who wish to present further representation may also opt to get similar white tattoos across their eyes and the bridge of their nose, coming to a point to resemble the beak of an owl. Rite of The Talon While combative ability is hardly revered as something sought out, the ability to navigate combat with cunning and wit is something that is encouraged within the Maehr’uhier seed. Because of such, the secondary rite of passage into the seed is to bear a custom forged blade designed by the Fledgling Maehr’onn, forged by themselves or a chosen smith. Typically, the blade is to bear the image of an owl in some form, via feathers, an owl head, or another viable option. Rite of The Binding An important rite of community and devotion to seedmates. Wrapping one's wrists and forearms in bandages that have been dipped in herbs of healing, this rite is dedicated not to oneself but those around them. The Maehr’onn wears these bandages to protect their most vital veins upon their wrists, they’re to be worn at all times, however may be changed and rewrapped in private. To remove such bandaging is an action of incredible importance, and is only encouraged to be done exclusively when aiding another who’s in dire need of the healing herbs that aid in recovery. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A Fledgling Maehr'onn When a Fi’maehr, those who commit to taking the trials of the Maehr’uhier, complete their tasks and are fully accepted into the Seed, a celebration is to be held in honour of their accomplishments. A show of gratitude too for the new knowledge they may offer. Prayer The celebration shall begin with an offering of thanks to Ohowaki for granting a new scholar to the Seed. Each Maehr’onn and above will gather together in silence bearing an item of offering in their hands. The ceremony is to be led by the Fledgling with the aid of the Seeds Sohae’maehr, location subject to change based on how the Fledgling wishes to orient their ceremony. Practice Following the ceremony, the Seed may reconvene in another location or remain in that of their prayer. In either resulting setting, the newly graduated Maehr’onn is to share the results of their trials with the Seed so that they may provide knowledge and teach others what they have learned, displaying one of the Seeds Rites Party To conclude the celebrations, the formal endeavors may break into a party. The Seed may do so in any way seen fit or preferred by the Fledgling, however the aspect in which a new Maehr’uhier is celebrated for their accomplishment is pertinent. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Orrar’parmayilu When a wedding is to occur between a Seed member and another of any origin, they may opt to take part in the Maehr’uhier tradition of an orrar’parmayilu, or in common tongue, a bridal hunt. Brought from Bwadi culture into ‘ame, the hunt is to not only act as a premarital celebration, but to build upon existing friendships between both the bride and groom’s companions and further unify the pairs' lives. Both teams are to be in matching disguises, their appearances hidden from the opposition. Participants may be same or opposite sex, in the result of a homosexual couple, they must agree on who is given which role. Mal’mayilu The side of the groom is effectively in the dark, made reliant on their cunning and problem solving skills to endure the event. The Mal’mayilu meet in an enclosed location of their choosing to drink and plan their course of action, while awaiting the end of the prehunt time. Following the beginning of the hunt, the Mal’mayilu bear a single task; find the bride. However, doing so comes with challenges to be faced. Members of the Lari’mayilu may be found running about the hunt location, and can be halted by Mal’mayilu to be interrogated. The option of a riddle is presented to the hunter, however engaging in combat may also be chosen should it be wished. If either engagement is successful, the Mal’mayilu is to be given another riddle that pertains to the location of the bride. If the Mal’mayilu are successful in locating the bride, they must return her to the husband In the instance that they are successful in doing so, the Orrar’parmayilu will be completed and further celebrations such as drinking may ensue. Lari’mayilu The side of the bride is that of misdirection, one must utilize skills in outwitting others to keep hidden. Prior to the hunt beginning, the Lari’mayilu are to hide the bride away in a secret location, to which they must comprise a series of hints to provide given they are beaten by the mal’mayilu. The bride herself is permitted to leave this location and join the hunt, disguised as another member of the Lari’mayilu, however must return at certain points to maintain function of the hints. The Lari’mayilu are each given a riddle to tell if they are caught by an opposing Mal’mayilu, however are noted to be prepared for combat. In the instances in which they are beaten in either scenario, they must both give a hint to their combattant, as well as unmask themselves so that opposing Mal’maiylu don’t pursue them a second time. If the bride is found by members of the Mal’maiylu that are not the groom himself, the Lari’maiylu are tasked with hindering their attempts at transporting the bride via combat or other forms of misdirective trickery! If they fail to do so, the Orrar’parmayilu will be completed and further celebrations such as drinking may ensue.
  8. Death of a Serpent The sky darkened as Sorcaril's horse rode up the main road towards the Midlands. His horse's breath could begin to be seen as the cold crept up over the lands. His day had been long, finally revamping the Sillumarian pay reforms and submitting them to his council while dealing with a local bandit group setting up a toll. With his new position came a change in his workload; with the shift in his workload, Sorcaril had found the uncomfortable fact that his days leading troops into battle had been traded for days behind a desk. He'd venture north to conduct business and diplomacy to remedy his newfound boredom. His first stop is his fellow Mali'thill in Celia'nor. Perhaps stopping on the road would have been wise given the day he had, or maybe it was fate, though Sorcaril Sythaerin wasn't prepared for what he'd encounter. In the distance, one could spot the pillar representing the fork in the highway. Indistinguishable from other pillars, it sat atop a large hill that would lead to the Principality of Celia'nor. Upon approaching the ridge, a small band of what he thought to be Midlanders would come over the cliff, eyeing him from a distance. Multiple times, Sorcaril would stop and wave at the trio, getting no response. Using his best judgment, he'd ride to the city's gates. Getting off his horse, Sorcaril's hair would rise on the back of his neck. He'd swing his head quickly to see the party had closed the distance; their features, or lack of features, came to fruition through the dark. Without removing his eyes from them, he'd slowly back up onto the drawbridge entrance to Celia'nor, placing his hand on his blade. The air would become thick with the smell of sulfur and rotten flesh; Sorcaril quickly began to understand what was approaching him. He'd heard the stories through merchants that had passed through the Silver City of the undead that roamed the Midlands, though he never thought they'd come so close to the gates. Sweat would form on his forehead as he called out to the approaching group, his voice sounding calm but confident, unsure if the trio could see through the facade he was putting up. The spearmen would approach ahead of the others, with a deep echoed voice he'd speak. "Halt, our dark lord wishes to speak with you" Sorcaril would begin to slowly back peddle towards the gate, all while speaking back. "For what reason does your lord wish to speak with me?" The party's dynamic would become apparent as the spearmen broke off ahead, leaving another man with two axes and a lone rider. Sorcaril would pause as the spearmen approached. "A toll to be paid to the dark lord" With a quickness, the man wielding two axes would charge forth, closing the distance. The lone rider slowly approached from behind, riding along the middle of the two men. The smell of death got stronger as his horse got closer. Sorcaril would find himself mere feet from the gatehouse to Celia'nor and could see a small group of mali' forming behind him. Not knowing if they were armed, he'd prepare to defend who stood idly. "No mali'thill I know bends the knee to a dark lord. I shall not be the first" Sorcaril would draw his blade for the last time, eyeing the civilians behind him. The spearmen would charge first, stabbing outright at Sorcaril's torso as a green wall of fire grew in front of him. Quickly parrying the spear with his blade, his confusion of where the flames originated would promptly be dulled by the sound of hooves as the lone rider jumped over the flames, swinging his sword manically at Sorcaril's head. He barely had time to lift his blade as the horse fell strongly on his body, crushing his chest and shoulder. His scream would echo throughout the gatehouse as he was thrown to the floor, the horse standing on his body. The lone rider's entourage climbed carefully over the wall of flames, eyeing him screaming on the ground. With a single horrid cry, the rider rushed towards the crowd, slowly retreating into the city. As the horse lept forward, Sorcaril would scream out once more, and blood would pour out from his body. The spearmen would lower his gaze to the near-lifeless Sorcaril as he plunged his spear into his chest, quickly finishing the Okarir'til.
  9. “Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” The month prior had been filled with so much joy, so much care. A gentleness that made everything so soft. Ambrosine felt like things were going to turn around for her- one way or another. A hope in her heart that she hadn’t felt in a long-long time. That hope would not last long… Blood and screams filled the air in Celia’lin that fateful evening. The sound of horse-hooves clambering upon stone, the sound of flesh being met with a blade- everything had turned so wrong so quickly. An uttered phrase of “Igne’Sae” was made, yet barely did that flame begin to alight. That warmth died just as a new warmth had spread upon her left shoulder. The smell of iron filled the air, the smell of rot as well- no… not rot… Sulfur. It was a suffocating smell- and it carried with her as she had heard the last few words of her Haelun- something she tried to hold onto. “Try and stay alive oem’ii…” Tears couldn’t bring the amount of pleads she wanted to share, how she had thought- “No- please- not again. Not again. Anything but this.” But she was not so fortunate, not like the times before. No comfort would soothe her anymore- not this time, not even the uttered apologies of one of her captors. “Please… live…” She thought to herself, but as she kept her teary eyes shut- she could only remember the faces of those she knew… Aiyeis, her Haelun Erendriel, a trusted friend Elarhil, a longtime llir Seth Calith, a Maln figure Soris, someone she aided and thought of as a friend Alistair, someone she cared too much about Ser Artel, a trusted Alchemy buddy Kendall Cooper, a momentary llir Mare, her teacher and llir Kyl’lian, an old fiance- a man who had her heart Valazaer, even in death- she could never have hated him Her birth Haelun Her birth father Her sister… There were many more, but soon her mind was plagued as the flames of a firepit licked at her skin- her screams filling the night air as her tears felt like boiling licks at her skin. Only did her nerves finally burn away- did her mind have a fragment of clarity- the cheery macabre sound of a woman cheering for her demise- as soon the elfess’ ashes had taken to the skies. A little lizard would watch in silence- now in the presence of someone new- someone darker. Nothing could be done, and nothing could be said. The only hope of a bright soul now burned away, only having a thought that she hoped she was remembered, and that she had finally found love… somewhere in the hearts she left behind. In the night sky- Ambrosine would fine three familiar faces- and she finally... finally, found home. Ambrosine Decebal- Made 535 Days and 22 Hours. Died; Age 132 Born; SA 22
  10. The Py’lrie sigil, captivating a representation of the Talinii ancestors, Tayna’len and her two sons, Elauthinleon and Panithleon, shown at the two albino panthers by her side. History The Py'lrie have been around for a long time, but for most people, it's easiest to divide their history into two sections, both connected by one figure: Tayna'len. She's the only one who's lived long enough to see the Talonii grow from their bloody past of infighting and internal conflict to a much more peaceful and united Talonii. The Talonii's true conflict started with the appearance of magic in the bloodline. Those who were old and traditional opposed it staunchly, as it was different and new. They forbade their younger relatives from learning it altogether, which sparked many an argument in the household. As with all things forbidden, it only grew more and more until the Talonii started truly fighting each other. Blood was being shed over the use of magic forbidden by the elders. Young Tayna'len's parents had been learning magic, and they were punished harshly for it. Many of her closest loved ones had died while learning magic, and she had witnessed cruelty firsthand. Years of cruelty and punishment had caused many to fight or flee, and so did Tayna'len with her relatives. They were escaping by the skin of their teeth from the Talonii elders, who were hunting them, never staying in one place for too long. Many of those who had spent those years on the run were still expanding their knowledge of magic until they had finally become capable of truly fighting back. The tide had begun to turn as those who learned magic began to beat back the elders with their newly obtained knowledge. They sieged the home of the elders, where they lived together. However, they were not much different than those who hunted them, as they had brutally killed the head of the Talonii during that siege, causing the proverbial floodgates to open and unleash total war. It lasted for over a century, tearing the Talonii apart and causing much pain on both sides. By the time it had ended, countless members were dead or missing, and even more were left grieving for the loss of their loved ones. As far as Tayna'len was concerned, she was left alone to rebuild the Talonii. She was unwilling to work with the older members who had perpetuated the conflict for so long and decided to start fresh. Over time, she met and fell in love twice, starting the Talonii anew. She had two sons, one with each father, and though their fathers were different, they treated each other as Talonii no matter what. Tayna'len had instilled in them the virtue of Talonii first, to protect those closest, so that what she went through for all those years would never repeat itself again. These brothers would have children and expand the Talonii, each in their own way, but as one Talonii with two bloodlines. Their descendants have come to live in the lands of Celia'nor, some settling down and others wandering, yet never forgetting their blood ties. The current members of Py'lrie have fought to defend Celia'nor, and for their loyalty and dedication, they were rewarded as some of the most well-respected nobles in the land. Beliefs & Morals Talonii First As far as beliefs go, the Talonii hold one thing above all others and consider it paramount. To them, it is almost sacred, and breaking away from it is out of the question. This belief is evident when speaking to a member of the Talonii; they all abide by it as if it were indisputable. This all stems back to Tayna'len and her own experiences, where she cast aside all those who betrayed this ideal and started anew. Betrayal of Talonii To the Py'lrie, going against your Talonii is a cardinal sin that will be punished severely, no matter the situation. If you kill another member of the Talonii, they are to be hunted for the rest of your life. Though not all deceptions are so great as to lead to death, some are of a lesser nature. However small, though, the memories of the mali are lengthy, and they will remind you for the rest of your life what you've done wrong. Betrayal of Friends & In-laws The closest of friends are considered dear, although not akin to Talonii. They would protect them closely and be very loyal to them; for if one is not loyal to their friends, how could they be loyal to their talonii? Those who marry into the Talonii are treated as equals, although they would be cast out more easily for mistakes. Natural & Unnatural Deaths If one passes from natural causes, they are well taken care of during their dying days. The Talonii tries to fulfill any wishes and stays by their side until the end. It is not uncommon, though, for dying members of the Talonii to find it too unbearable to be with their loved ones before the end and to disappear abruptly. The Talonii itself assumes that when an elderly member disappears like that, they are leaving to die in solitude. The death of a Talonii member is a grave matter, and they would mourn their loss greatly. The Talonii mourn them day-to-day, with each day representing a year in the life of the member who passed. They do this out of respect and for the time they spent serving the Talonii during their lives. Traditions With Child When a Py'lrie is bearing a child, they are protected and cared for very well. It is tradition for those who are pregnant to always have at least one person assisting them. The person assisting must be trained in first aid in case something happens. Sometimes, those who are not members of the Talonii are entrusted with this role, and it is considered a great honor. Coming of Age Becoming an adult is an important and celebrated occurrence, and for the Py'lries, it occurs at the age of 30. To come of age means you are given the freedom to take whatever path in life, whether it be leaving and traveling or marriage. Marriage As far as the vow of matrimony is concerned, it is highly encouraged to find another High Elf to marry, and if you do not abide by this, it will be considered a mistake. It is not shameful, but it is discouraged. According to tradition, you are to be married facing the sea. In some instances, you may even be married on board an embarked ship! This stems from times when the hunted members of the Talonii fled, leaving many with no choice but to state their vows upon a ship. The marriage is to be approved and overseen by the head of the Talonii, and if it isn’t, it isn't considered official by the Py'lrie. Commemoration of Honor When a member of the Talonii dedicates their life to warfare, there is a grand celebration, for it is considered a great honor to protect your land. Traditional Markings Body art and markings have a long history among the Talonii, with various meanings and serving as reminders, both good and bad. The two markings are "Fih Kae'leh" and "Malieir." When a member of the Talonii recognizes the true meaning behind the words "Fih Kae'leh," they have it tattooed on their body in recognition. Most adult members of the Talonii have gotten this tattoo at some point, and it is considered a rite of passage by some. The marking "Malieir" is used to identify traitors–those who have committed the greatest treachery and betrayal. There is no escaping this fate, either, as those who run away before they are marked will be found, and the tattoo will be applied to them by force. Talonii Markings “Fih Kae’leh” “Feed Your Soul” is a phrase long passed down within the Py’lrie. It is taught to each member as an important lesson they must come to understand. In the eyes of the Talonii, one cannot truly care for and protect others until they can truly satisfy their own soul and care for themselves. “Malieir” “Betrayer” is a phrase branded on the palms of traitors and wrongdoers within the Talonii, showing the lands of Malin all the wrongs they’ve committed and having them disowned from the Py’lrie name and household. Those who murder other Talonii are branded once they are killed, and their marked corpses are abandoned in the forest to be forgotten. Personality Though the two branches have their differences, their biggest shared trait is their protectiveness. Both have a strong desire to protect what they have and their friends and Talonii. Similarly, all members of the Talonii have a strong desire and willingness to experience new things and are open-minded. They also have a deep, intrinsic connection to their Talonii and ancestors, often honoring them in times of need with shrines made for their ancestors, in particular Tayna'len Py'lrie and her two sons. However, their similarities end there, as they have very different ways to show these tendencies. Elauthinleon's bloodline is quick to act and decisive in times of need, especially when it comes to Talonii. They are temperamental but not overly violent. They are far more sedentary, having settled down and grown to love the land they live on. Overall, they are far more disciplined than their cousins, with a bit of a stern countenance. They are more inclined to physical activity and exercise, generally being quite athletic. Panithleon's branch, on the other hand, is free-spirited and artistic to the core. They are always on the move, seeking out the new and unknown so that they may experience it and learn more about the world they live in. Due to their less strict nature, they often have an easier time connecting with people they meet and befriending them. Their way of showing affection and love is through gifts. Physical Appearance & Traits For the most part, the two branches of the Talonii share several traits, as they have inherited much from Tayna'len Py'lrie. For instance, both predominantly have blonde hair and faded blue eyes. Many members of the Talonii also have wavy hair, as opposed to the more common straight hair. Their skin is generally quite pale, and they stand over six feet tall. Both sides of the Talonii also share a common allergy to honey and bees. Of course, regardless of the shared mother, the two different branches are bound to have some distinguishing traits due to the different fathers in both. Elauthinleon Py'lrie's branch occasionally has members with pale green eyes as well as white hair in addition to the previously mentioned blonde hair and blue eyes of both branches. Overall, the members of this branch are taller than their cousins. The biggest differentiator is their different ear shapes, as theirs point backwards instead of upwards. They have narrow eyes, slim and sharp features, and generally many small birthmarks over their bodies. Panithleon Py'lrie's branch has a rare few members with distinct purple eyes, with their skin being paler than their cousins. Some of them would occasionally also have a more silvery blonde hair color and be a little shorter than the other branch. Their ears tend to be pointed upwards quite a bit more than their cousins, and their features are noticeably softer with kind eyes. The one birthmark that stands out is the one strand of very white hair at the back of their head. [OOC: Py'lrie Discord: https://discord.gg/g8swJr6Nms ]
  11. The Py’lrie sigil, captivating a representation of the Talinii ancestors, Tayna’len and her two sons, Elauthinleon and Panithleon, shown at the two albino panthers by her side. History The Py'lrie have been around for a long time, but for most people, it's easiest to divide their history into two sections, both connected by one figure: Tayna'len. She's the only one who's lived long enough to see the Talonii grow from their bloody past of infighting and internal conflict to a much more peaceful and united Talonii. The Talonii's true conflict started with the appearance of magic in the bloodline. Those who were old and traditional opposed it staunchly, as it was different and new. They forbade their younger relatives from learning it altogether, which sparked many an argument in the household. As with all things forbidden, it only grew more and more until the Talonii started truly fighting each other. Blood was being shed over the use of magic forbidden by the elders. Young Tayna'len's parents had been learning magic, and they were punished harshly for it. Many of her closest loved ones had died while learning magic, and she had witnessed cruelty firsthand. Years of cruelty and punishment had caused many to fight or flee, and so did Tayna'len with her relatives. They were escaping by the skin of their teeth from the Talonii elders, who were hunting them, never staying in one place for too long. Many of those who had spent those years on the run were still expanding their knowledge of magic until they had finally become capable of truly fighting back. The tide had begun to turn as those who learned magic began to beat back the elders with their newly obtained knowledge. They sieged the home of the elders, where they lived together. However, they were not much different than those who hunted them, as they had brutally killed the head of the Talonii during that siege, causing the proverbial floodgates to open and unleash total war. It lasted for over a century, tearing the Talonii apart and causing much pain on both sides. By the time it had ended, countless members were dead or missing, and even more were left grieving for the loss of their loved ones. As far as Tayna'len was concerned, she was left alone to rebuild the Talonii. She was unwilling to work with the older members who had perpetuated the conflict for so long and decided to start fresh. Over time, she met and fell in love twice, starting the Talonii anew. She had two sons, one with each father, and though their fathers were different, they treated each other as Talonii no matter what. Tayna'len had instilled in them the virtue of Talonii first, to protect those closest, so that what she went through for all those years would never repeat itself again. These brothers would have children and expand the Talonii, each in their own way, but as one Talonii with two bloodlines. Their descendants have come to live in the lands of Celia'nor, some settling down and others wandering, yet never forgetting their blood ties. The current members of Py'lrie have fought to defend Celia'nor, and for their loyalty and dedication, they were rewarded as some of the most well-respected nobles in the land. Beliefs & Morals Talonii First As far as beliefs go, the Talonii hold one thing above all others and consider it paramount. To them, it is almost sacred, and breaking away from it is out of the question. This belief is evident when speaking to a member of the Talonii; they all abide by it as if it were indisputable. This all stems back to Tayna'len and her own experiences, where she cast aside all those who betrayed this ideal and started anew. Betrayal of Talonii To the Py'lrie, going against your Talonii is a cardinal sin that will be punished severely, no matter the situation. If you kill another member of the Talonii, they are to be hunted for the rest of your life. Though not all deceptions are so great as to lead to death, some are of a lesser nature. However small, though, the memories of the mali are lengthy, and they will remind you for the rest of your life what you've done wrong. Betrayal of Friends & In-laws The closest of friends are considered dear, although not akin to Talonii. They would protect them closely and be very loyal to them; for if one is not loyal to their friends, how could they be loyal to their talonii? Those who marry into the Talonii are treated as equals, although they would be cast out more easily for mistakes. Natural & Unnatural Deaths If one passes from natural causes, they are well taken care of during their dying days. The Talonii tries to fulfill any wishes and stays by their side until the end. It is not uncommon, though, for dying members of the Talonii to find it too unbearable to be with their loved ones before the end and to disappear abruptly. The Talonii itself assumes that when an elderly member disappears like that, they are leaving to die in solitude. The death of a Talonii member is a grave matter, and they would mourn their loss greatly. The Talonii mourn them day-to-day, with each day representing a year in the life of the member who passed. They do this out of respect and for the time they spent serving the Talonii during their lives. Traditions With Child When a Py'lrie is bearing a child, they are protected and cared for very well. It is tradition for those who are pregnant to always have at least one person assisting them. The person assisting must be trained in first aid in case something happens. Sometimes, those who are not members of the Talonii are entrusted with this role, and it is considered a great honor. Coming of Age Becoming an adult is an important and celebrated occurrence, and for the Py'lries, it occurs at the age of 30. To come of age means you are given the freedom to take whatever path in life, whether it be leaving and traveling or marriage. Marriage As far as the vow of matrimony is concerned, it is highly encouraged to find another High Elf to marry, and if you do not abide by this, it will be considered a mistake. It is not shameful, but it is discouraged. According to tradition, you are to be married facing the sea. In some instances, you may even be married on board an embarked ship! This stems from times when the hunted members of the Talonii fled, leaving many with no choice but to state their vows upon a ship. The marriage is to be approved and overseen by the head of the Talonii, and if it isn’t, it isn't considered official by the Py'lrie. Commemoration of Honor When a member of the Talonii dedicates their life to warfare, there is a grand celebration, for it is considered a great honor to protect your land. Traditional Markings Body art and markings have a long history among the Talonii, with various meanings and serving as reminders, both good and bad. The two markings are "Fih Kae'leh" and "Malieir." When a member of the Talonii recognizes the true meaning behind the words "Fih Kae'leh," they have it tattooed on their body in recognition. Most adult members of the Talonii have gotten this tattoo at some point, and it is considered a rite of passage by some. The marking "Malieir" is used to identify traitors–those who have committed the greatest treachery and betrayal. There is no escaping this fate, either, as those who run away before they are marked will be found, and the tattoo will be applied to them by force. Talonii Markings “Fih Kae’leh” “Feed Your Soul” is a phrase long passed down within the Py’lrie. It is taught to each member as an important lesson they must come to understand. In the eyes of the Talonii, one cannot truly care for and protect others until they can truly satisfy their own soul and care for themselves. “Malieir” “Betrayer” is a phrase branded on the palms of traitors and wrongdoers within the Talonii, showing the lands of Malin all the wrongs they’ve committed and having them disowned from the Py’lrie name and household. Those who murder other Talonii are branded once they are killed, and their marked corpses are abandoned in the forest to be forgotten. Personality Though the two branches have their differences, their biggest shared trait is their protectiveness. Both have a strong desire to protect what they have and their friends and Talonii. Similarly, all members of the Talonii have a strong desire and willingness to experience new things and are open-minded. They also have a deep, intrinsic connection to their Talonii and ancestors, often honoring them in times of need with shrines made for their ancestors, in particular Tayna'len Py'lrie and her two sons. However, their similarities end there, as they have very different ways to show these tendencies. Elauthinleon's bloodline is quick to act and decisive in times of need, especially when it comes to Talonii. They are temperamental but not overly violent. They are far more sedentary, having settled down and grown to love the land they live on. Overall, they are far more disciplined than their cousins, with a bit of a stern countenance. They are more inclined to physical activity and exercise, generally being quite athletic. Panithleon's branch, on the other hand, is free-spirited and artistic to the core. They are always on the move, seeking out the new and unknown so that they may experience it and learn more about the world they live in. Due to their less strict nature, they often have an easier time connecting with people they meet and befriending them. Their way of showing affection and love is through gifts. Physical Appearance & Traits For the most part, the two branches of the Talonii share several traits, as they have inherited much from Tayna'len Py'lrie. For instance, both predominantly have blonde hair and faded blue eyes. Many members of the Talonii also have wavy hair, as opposed to the more common straight hair. Their skin is generally quite pale, and they stand over six feet tall. Both sides of the Talonii also share a common allergy to honey and bees. Of course, regardless of the shared mother, the two different branches are bound to have some distinguishing traits due to the different fathers in both. Elauthinleon Py'lrie's branch occasionally has members with pale green eyes as well as white hair in addition to the previously mentioned blonde hair and blue eyes of both branches. Overall, the members of this branch are taller than their cousins. The biggest differentiator is their different ear shapes, as theirs point backwards instead of upwards. They have narrow eyes, slim and sharp features, and generally many small birthmarks over their bodies. Panithleon Py'lrie's branch has a rare few members with distinct purple eyes, with their skin being paler than their cousins. Some of them would occasionally also have a more silvery blonde hair color and be a little shorter than the other branch. Their ears tend to be pointed upwards quite a bit more than their cousins, and their features are noticeably softer with kind eyes. The one birthmark that stands out is the one strand of very white hair at the back of their head. [OOC: Py'lrie Discord: https://discord.gg/g8swJr6Nms ]
  12. My Dearest Ladies and Gentlemen, I trust this missive finds you in the most auspicious of spirits and in the best of health. In the midst of our society, I, Lady Andria Aldin, humbly extend my warmest invitation to you, esteemed divorcees, to partake in an elegant and inclusive gathering of kindred spirits. In these times of societal transformation, it has come to my attention that there is a growing need for a sanctuary—not in the spiritual sense, but a sanctuary of understanding and camaraderie, for those whose hearts have weathered the tempestuous seas of matrimonial separation. It is with this in mind that I have conceived of the notion of "The Divorcee Club." Allow me to introduce myself, for those who may not yet have had the pleasure of our acquaintance. I am Lady Andria Aldin I have ventured through the intricate pathways of wedlock myself, experiencing the departure of my first husband under mysterious circumstances and the subsequent dissolution of my second marriage, which, I assure you, was conducted with all the decorum and respect befitting our station. Though I cannot say the same for the crotchfruit that fell quite far from the tree. "The Divorcee Club" shall provide a setting in which those of us who have trodden the path less traveled may gather. Our evenings shall be characterized by refinement and intellectual pursuits. The art of conversation shall reign supreme, and the essence of our gatherings will be an ode to the exchange of ideas, the appreciation of literature, and the celebration of fine wines. Picture, if you will, a gathering where we assemble to discuss the most exquisite works of literature, those that have offered solace in our hours of need and enlightenment in our moments of reflection. Let our tomes serve as the gateways to intellectual exchange and shared experiences. With that, our evenings shall be graced by the gentle clinking of crystal goblets filled with the finest wines. These nectars shall be our companions, and they shall whisper tales of lands near and far, carrying our souls to places as enchanting as the tales we shall peruse. I extend this invitation to each and every one of you, from those who have experienced the sting of heartache to those who have borne the burden of disappointment. In the heart of Vikela we shall come together, bringing solace and mirth into each other's lives. For while our circumstances may differ, our shared experiences will unite us in the most profound of ways. It is with utmost sincerity that I entreat you to grace us with your presence at "The Divorcee Club." A gathering of the heart, of the mind, and of the soul, where wine flows and knowledge blooms, as surely as the buds on the vine in spring. Should you be moved to accept this invitation, kindly respond at your earliest convenience so that we may anticipate your presence and prepare for your arrival. I eagerly await the privilege of your company and the opportunity to forge new connections amidst the pages of literature and the clinking of glasses. Yours with the deepest regard, Lady Andria Aldin
  13. The Murder of a mage On what seemed like a rather ordinary night, the elven woman went about her errands in the enchanting realms of Aevos. She was an esteemed guest of the Hohkmati Enclave, a formidable mage, and her fatigue was clearly evident. An air of mystery enveloped her, as if some enigmatic burden weighed on her, beyond mortal understanding. Yet, her determination remained unwavering. Physical tasks appeared to drain her, often compelling her to harness her magical prowess to ease the strain on her body. Her magical abilities granted her respite from the demanding chores. On this particular occasion, she had returned to her homeland, the lands of Haelun’or, to engage in a discussion with the new Maheral, who had taken over following the resignation of the Miravaris. However, the streets of Haelun’or remained eerily vacant, the city's white marble façade contrasting with its lack of inhabitants. The high elves were deeply immersed in their studies and work. The elven woman sought out a skilled seamstress, an old friend, to ask for a favor. She was aware of a grand jubilee hosted by the Petran Queen, Renilde I, an acquaintance she had grown quite fond of, despite being human. The seamstress crafted a magnificent gown for her — a pitch-black dress that seemed to absorb all the light around it. Golden embellishments adorned its seams, and a matching golden belt cinched her waist. The dress was modest, covering her from neck to toe, leaving no trace of exposed skin; even her hands were concealed. The time came for her journey to the Commonwealth, initially by horseback. Yet, the physical demands proved overwhelming for the mage. With humility and respect, she decided to open a portal to simplify her passage to the realm of the Petran ruler. With a snap of her fingers, a shimmering white disc formed, and she gracefully walked through it, emerging near the entrance to the jubilee. The jubilee was enjoyable, though it didn't quite meet the standards of this high elven aristocrat, who could be rather snobbish. She greeted friends, savored a slice of cake, engaged in conversations, and even treated the children at the jubilee to a magical spectacle. As all good things do, this too came to an end, prompting her to make her departure for some much-needed rest. However, her exit didn't unfold as smoothly as expected. The exit was congested, with humans loitering and blocking her way. Her polite requests for them to move were met with hostility and disdain. Determined to avoid any violence, the adept mage resorted to her magical abilities. Ethereal white mists enveloped a troublesome lady, gently guiding her aside to create a path for the elf. Yet, it took only moments for violence to erupt. A human bishop, consumed by rage and seemingly beyond reason, seized the fragile elf by the throat and began to squeeze. Witnesses were convinced that something had taken hold of the bishop, for his actions were anything but holy. The elven mage, weakened by her connection to the Void, could only stand helplessly against the overpowering human. Eventually, the bishop's strength waned, for it was not typical for the elderly to resort to murder. He released the elf, who had already lost consciousness. Petran Court physicians would then rush to the scene to transport the elf to a clinic for examination. They discovered that the bishop had caused severe damage to the elf's trachea, and emergency surgery was imperative to restore her oxygen supply. The valiant medics, ever respectful, began preparing the frail elf for surgery in an attempt to save her life. Unfortunately, it was already too late. Her eyes grew dim, pupils dilated, and her body relaxed. The mission of the bishop had tragically succeeded. However, the elfess seemed at peace, her expression serene as if she had been smiling just before her life ebbed away. Perhaps if she had not been alone, she might have survived, but none had dared to confront the bishop, a formidable figure within the Canonist church.
  14. Brothers and Sisters Ive saw a vision From the creator himself (yes i am a canonist) He said that the elves need to be converted so i decited to make a crusade against them! Those pesky infidels dont want to convert to our religion so ive decited that they should be converted by force! We need a lot of people to Make the crusade succesfull so ive decited to spread my word that you the reader are now reading to all of the canonists over the world! The partecipents of the crusade will be rewarded with land under the vassalisage of the King of the crusader state, And that King will Be Me. Lets make Aevos Great again!
  15. art by afterblossom_art Welcome, to the mesmerizing year of Ahiuw le fleuve, an extraordinary season where friendships blossom, love ignites, and souls embark on the transformative journey from youth to adulthood. As the river weaves its way through the city, so do the aspirations of our young debutantes and gallant suitors. Amidst the splendor and grandeur, a coveted prize awaits—the illustrious titles of River Gems, a testament to the pinnacle of grace, charm, and allure. But beyond the pursuit of honor, let us revel in the profound connections and heartfelt emotions that intertwine, for Ahiuw le fleuve is a realm where dreams converge, and the magic of companionship lights the path to everlasting memories. -Mademoiselle Fleur DeLis, the Curator of Whispers Located Outside of Lurin within Vikela TIME TABLE DAY UN PRELUDE INTRODUCTIONS PRACTICE Welcome to the captivating "Prelude Introductions Practice"! Ladies and gentlemen, come together to refine the art of dance and presentation in anticipation of the grand ball. Expert tutors shall guide both females and males, ensuring every participant's grace and confidence enchant the dance floor. Afterward, join us at the tavern for a delightful, informal gathering, where laughter and camaraderie shall flourish. Embrace this enchanting prelude, setting the stage for an unforgettable night of elegance and revelry. TIME 3PM EST DAY DÉ AHIUW LE FLEUVE BALL Welcome to the grand Introduction Ball and presentations! Join us as bachelors and debutantes unite in a splendid celebration, mingling amidst a tapestry of enchantment. Debutes shall don exquisite gowns in resplendent River colors. Embrace the allure of formal attire, adorning oneself for this remarkable affair. Step into a world of refined enchantment and embark on an evening destined for cherished memories. TIME 4:30 PM EST DAY TRWA AMOUR AFLOAT: THE CHARMING BOAT RACE Embark on a thrilling race of lover boats, where passion and skill collide on the shimmering waters! Join us for an exhilarating competition as participants navigate their elegantly adorned boats to victory. Feel the rush of the wind and the beating of your heart as you steer towards the finish line. The winner shall be rewarded with a cherished prize, symbolizing their triumph and adoration. Let the race begin, igniting a playful spirit of friendly competition and unforgettable moments of romance on this enchanting day. TIME 1PM EST DAY KAT SECRET GARDEN SOIRÉE A captivating event that transforms a hidden garden into a realm of romance and intrigue. Bathed in the soft glow of floating lanterns, participants are encouraged to engage in secret trysts, whispered conversations, and stolen glances. Embark on a treasure hunt, where small floating lanterns hold clues, fostering teamwork and excitement. As you navigate the garden's mysteries, unravel hidden secrets, and embrace the allure of the night, let the floating lanterns guide your path toward unforgettable moments of connection and discovery. TIME 3PM LOVE LETTER EXCHANGE Join us for an event where participants can share heartfelt letters expressing their thoughts and intentions. Embrace the intrigue and anticipation as these letters find their way to a collection of charming chests, each labeled with its recipient's name. Discover the power of written words and thoughtful gestures, fostering connections and creating moments to be treasured. Step into this enchanting occasion, where expressions of genuine emotion and meaningful exchanges take center stage. TIME ALL DAY DAY SINK RACE OF GENTLE GIANTS! Gather 'round as these charming capybaras showcase their laid-back yet determined nature in a delightful race. Bet on your favorite capybara and give them a ship name to show your support! Legend has it that if a capybara from your chosen team crosses the finish line, it signifies everlasting love. Let the excitement and anticipation fill the air as these adorable creatures capture our hearts with their lovable antics. Join us for a day of laughter, cheers, and heartwarming moments as we celebrate the unique spirit of the capybara in this unforgettable race. TIME 1PM TRIYONF KÈ KONTINYÈL: TOURNEY Brace yourself for a spirited competition where chivalry and valor meet on the battlefield of love. Participants shall showcase their prowess and dedication as they engage in captivating duels to win the title of the ultimate champion of hearts. Witness the clash of swords, the twinkle of determination in their eyes, and the unwavering passion that drives them forward. May the bravest and most gallant warrior emerge victorious, winning not only the tournament but also the admiration of all. TIME 4 PM DAY SIS MARDIS GRAS BALL Immerse yourself in the pinnacle of elegance at the Madris Ras Ball, hosted by the esteemed Court of River Gems. This illustrious event honors the gems of Chalcedony, Jasper, and Sapphire in ascending order of distinction. The Court of River Gems, with their discerning taste, curates a captivating theme for this grand celebration. Prepare to be enchanted as you step into a world brought to life by their imaginative vision. As a symbol of unity and potential matches, couples are encouraged to enter the ballroom together, presenting themselves as a harmonious pairing amidst the opulent splendor of the evening. With each gem representing a unique facet of beauty and grace, the Madris Ras Ball promises an evening of refined revelry, where elegance and creativity intertwine to create an unforgettable experience. TIME 4:30 PM HOST YOUR OWN EXCLUSIVE FUNCTION If you wish to host your own function please contact Lady Larissa and her council for all inquiries. For those who need help with the ongoing of this new and exciting by all means please seek out a council member as well as pursue through this handheld (Ahiuw Le Fleuve Guide for Debutes) ALL GUESTS ARE WELCOME TO ATTEND ANY THE EVENTS. Sign up will officially close before the events of Day Two. To sign up please open the attached letter.
  16. [!] Through realms it soared, that parchment fair, Alive it seemed, though worn with care. Freshness and age in tandem danced, A tapestry of time, delicately enhanced. Once upon a time, in the heart of the Silver Walls, Larihei's flock stood united. The harmony of our work, the unity of our purpose, was a testament to the strength of our society. But as the inexorable hands of time continue to spin, society too, shifts and evolves. It is a reality we cannot ignore - change is inevitable, and we must keep pace, or risk stagnation. As I write this, it is not without a sense of abandonment that I observe the plight of those seeking enlightenment. Our people, who were once open-minded, now shun those who dare to think outside the confines of conformity. A once vibrant society, reduced to a mere echo of its former self, a victim of a corrupt hegemony that has insidiously infiltrated and darkened the minds of the children of Silver. This transgression, this sacrilege against our essence, can only be absolved by Her, the one true shepherd, Larihei. I pen these words, not in despair, but with a resounding call to anyone who would listen. The era of Larihei has not passed into the annals of forgotten history. Our shepherd will return, I am certain of it. She will return to guide the lost, to enlighten those who have strayed from the path of wisdom and unity. A sense of anticipation fills me as I end today's entry. I am filled with hope for a future where the Silver Walls, both of the Stars and the Mother echo once again with the harmonious work of Larihei's united flock. It is a future we must strive for, a future we owe to the generations that will come after us. We must turn a blind eye to the supposed leaders of this world, their minds marred by the corrosive touch of power, an affliction even the mightiest aren't immune to. However, we, the children of Silver, must remember that we are bound by a bond deeper than any traditional kinship. We are brothers and sisters in spirit, bound by the principles of Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya, a bond that roots deeper than any other. In this grand tapestry of existence, we mustn't let our hearts be darkened by the shadows of anger, hate, and grudges. Instead, we ought to embrace the vibrancy of our differences, view them not as dividers but as unique threads that add depth and richness to our collective story. Each variation, each nuance, offers a lesson, an opportunity for growth and mutual understanding. We are different pages of the same grand book, unique chapters in the story of Larihei’s children. We must turn these pages with respect and reverence, learning from each other's narratives, for in this lies the path to our collective enlightenment. May Larihei guide us all.
  17. [!] Representation of lavishly adorned coronation day halls The moment has come to lay aside the generation and elect a new leader, The Republic of Vikela's Paramount deserves a full celebration and coronation, which is now. One that the previous paramount never experienced, a sigh of relief within the realm, the bright optimism that the river will wash away the doubts as the roots are washed anew. This Grand Harvest, the coronation will take place in the courtroom of the Vemvane Ardrossan Castle. Following the coronation, the new Paramount will offer a brief address, to start their first day a festival will be held within the gate to square to celebrate. As long as goodwill is maintained, all are invited to the coronation. Please be mindful that everyone will be searched at the gate. VALLLO TOUJOU COURI VALLHIUW Her Grace, Leika Juno De Astrea, Paramount , Duchess of Ardrossan. Princess of Abrhami, La Renarde of Uhierie The Council of Vikela
  18. Maehr'Sae Hiylun'ehya Aher'Dagr: Blessed Warfare _______________________________________________________ -Sillumiran changing patrols near a statue of a young Seth Calith "Poverty comes easily to these soils, this south land where many lessers have trod. Though to us? Courage is native to these hearts. The fruit of Wisdom and Strong Law. Through use of Wisdom we keep ourselves free of Tyranny or Poverty" -Pamphilos of The Hyptos, on colonizing the south _________________________________________________________________ Preface: It is true, that to many who have come to the south have done so to escape harsh realities of the lands of the north. Old kingdoms had risen and fallen in the south, even during the time man had held it in his grasp, it was not easily tamed, for they too were picked apart by nomads and their walls lay ruined. Just as the islanders, and of so many more. Yet what separates the wheat from the chaff, that adversary, that trial to overcome? That is where LIFE is had. TRUE life. Where all is to gain. We have many privileges, but always should you seek to see them greater! Always have we embodied that spirit, but perhaps no time more than now! The Silver Soul Sings for her Motherland! For it is by our hands, our spears, our shields that we raise you, and in your embrace we are held! It has ALWAYS been true! Since even that antediluvian age when Larihei lead the first of the 'aheral to found and defend the first sacred cihi. Not shy to raise heavy blade and shield or staff and spell to take what was needed and guard once gained! Not evil or disorderly, It is an act most sacred and revered. For it is in these ages we shape the course of true eternity. After all, Eternal is our Motherland, our Motherland is Eternal. ______________________________________________________________ -Larihei of War, leading the blessed citizenry on the solemn duty, her owl, wide-gazing as they guard their sacred citystate Let us now speak upon the ways of BLESSED WARFARE! Aher'Dagr, the way of Blessed War represents a true and sacred method of battle, it is by these ethics and codes we perform so as to stand as one concise unit against all foes! Even if we are made of great individuals. After all, individually a great silvered hero may be able to stand against any foe, but in their discipline, together? None could ever best them. May they be learned by those all, even in passing do they impart the ancient lessons of our blessed society. Camaraderie - Together, stalwart. Neighbor besides neighbor, family guarding family Sacred Spirit - Pure, Unbroken, our sacred blood, our ancient ways. We have much to stand for, and more to take Bravery - Defiant, Mighty, grand of courage and hearty in thought and deed! Never bent Loyalty - Our ancient bonds are deep, and not so easily should it shatter All of these epitomized in our Blessed Warfare! Fight! So none extra may bleed our sacred blood! __________________________________________________________ -Certain Mali'thilln Hero parading after victory over a Snelven Prince 'Killing is the greatest act of Greed,' quote the BRIGHTLORD. This is true! For why would you celebrate these acts that would seemingly debase the soul? It is because, in my deed, thought, and action, I seek not to lay mere death upon my foe, but every encounter to better myself and truly become more perfect, the greater hero of my people! In these times we find ourselves in, it is more important than ever to strengthen yourself and seek to grow to be even greater! Indeed, in this time of ASCENT, where legends are made, and we grow ever-mighty, may we rejoice! For never have we strayed from our most ANCIENT TRADITIONS!!!! Since the most ancient times, the Elven Phalanx has been the premier method of war, it is through these traditions passed on through el'sillumiran and the multitudes of the bands of battle of the various elven citystates, that we can see truly what is right! To battle together, shield to shield, spikes levied against our foe is to be a force stronger than even MIGHTY scattered individuals! If a minotaur charged your line? You have a ton of spikes aimed at it and shields! If a magic user is casting spells? Throw a spear or sling! You have rows of others ready to do the same! If there is an impassable obstruction? Scatter! Reform with discipline to protect your casters and rear ranks! You can count upon heroic specialists to fill out other roles! _______________________________________________________________________________ -Least Magical Elven Phalanx _______________________________________________________________________________ Indeed, who can ever forget the tale of the Night of Four Drakes! For in that time, Haelun'or was not waging great campaign, and instead, the citizenry was made of the multitudes. Those many and varied who brought their skills as individuals to make our community brighter and wealthier! Wiser and stronger. Though, in that night of rejoicing, quickly did the alarm klaxons sound and worry take over the scene. Fiendish Drakes had flown forth to engage! Though, well-drilled and organized, Mali'thilln rallied before their Sillumiran. The two on duty served their parts well as sergeants of the populace! Defenders of the silver law! For they had drilled into the citizens, the formations of their 'aheral lines, their spears levied they did Hard Battle alongside that brave silver warrior, whilst the specialist sharpshooter, in shining mail drew his bow, and with his arrows, felled two of those invaders of the flight of drakes! The others felled by spikes of the phalanx! SO much rejoicing, as TOGETHER the strong citizenry defended themselves and their sacred motherland! Suffering no casualty, save for injury of the brave sillumir commander, and an auxiliary visitor! Indeed, shoulder to shoulder, defending your fellow citizens is the safest place to make war! -Wouldn't it be great to have a fellow hero besides you? _______________________________________________________________________________________ Listed here are descriptions of the various forces in service to the Great Silver Citystate Auxiliary Citizen Soldier Sillumiran Blessed Band _____________________________________________________________________________________ -Common is it to see men of the tribe, foreigners and expats coming to take privilege, utilizing their skills In this era, silver armies are composed of great forces! Many derived not just from the core citizenry and her colonies, but even from lands far afield! Foreigners, and ex-patriots, those who wish to find themselves at the benefit of our blessed society, Indeed, Seek out the benefits that arise when one has served as Auxiliary, as no matter if you are a dwarf, an elf, or even a stunted High-Goblin, you will earn the same great privileges and offers bestowed to even Citizen Soldiers who arise to become Sillumiran! A quart of silver, Land, and the servants to tend it! Auxiliaries who prove themselves superb in character and skill may be asked to directly enter a Sillumiran specialization should they be recommended by their comrades in the silver army to their betters! Their most common roles tend to be to serve as policemen under Sillumir captains, or to fight along with the citizenry in war. Auxiliaries who volunteer for, or perform impressive tasks are most beloved in the city! Most have come from abroad, places as far afield as the great Scydrian Steppe, who's horse archers and charioteers are greatly prized, to the expats of Starland, who return for the promise of a pure life free of the looming darkness of their claimed land. All are welcome to earn privileges, as it is a deed most blessed! ___________________________________________ -After All, This is LITERALLY us The Citizen Soldier is the common Mali'thilln! Prepped and capable! With arms provided by the state! For it is assumed that even the most common Mali'thilln in accordance to Maehr'sae Hiylun'ehya has tuned their bodies and minds with drills and practice to make themselves useful even in sudden battle. More often than not the sole reason for our Mighty Citystate's successes has been a populace which has always been ready to don the Silver Helm of Battle and defend their Sacred Motherland with spear and spell! Indeed, from their ranks that magicians and other experts such as alchemists and casters have proven critical! It is around them, that many a wise Commander of Armies has built a force around! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ -“Enact the Silver Law with an Iron Fist, our foes forever kept at bay by the authority of the Blessed Republic... Sillumiran, The Weeping Blades, it is they who have undertaken the oath to Larihei of Law, to uphold her ways and the mandates of our ancient democracies. They are members of the Citizen Soldiers who have chosen to serve, and in times of war they are known as the veteran forces. Heavily drilled and determined, for in their sacred oaths they undertake the impurity of general battle, of even being forced to harm those of sacred blood in times of dire circumstance. It is these units clad in full armor, and gleaming silver shields that serve as sergeants and vanguard, in the 'aheral phalanx and many varied roles! Starting with the most seldom seen Vihai, whom only whispers are herd of their vital deeds, to the general forces from whom the heavy ranks are drawn the legendary Jaggernoth, the 'Aheral Cataphracts, the Silver Magicians, though in their ancient roles as Guardians of The Silver Order, El'sillumiran serve as the city's guard of the blessed citizens first and foremost. Sillumiran are subsidized by the state, with their own housing, education, and silver paid in their name. Once promoted to a specialization, el'sillumiranare granted a quart of silver, land, and the servants to tend it! Which is most typically used to expand their Talonnii's holdings and status. ________________________________________________________________________________________ -A farmer has the tools of their trade, a 'Lad' has tools of their own TRULY, battle is best only when it yields substantial reward. So if it is WEALTH, and PRIVILEGE, that are best when taken by the tip of a spear, then none can be more gifted with such blessings than that very own Chosen of The Blessed Band! This is a specialized band, which in its wide and varied service has more than once been the key linchpin to securing our great republic and valiant democracy! Indeed, these are HEROS! Their tools are the shield and spear, for it is by those they take sweet wine from the vine, their wealth and bring blessings to our citystate. If one was to ask the typical citizen what is their profession, be they sillumiran or not, they may answer plainly things such as tailor, or mason, lawman, scribe... But to ask one of the Blessed Band is to get a simple reply! War! War! War! Amongst this Band of no MERE soldiers, but WARRIORS, those PICKED for this most specialized band. Hand chosen from the ranks of the mightiest sillumiran, or citizen troops, or raised up through ways of ancient sacred training, the 'Gymnos'Yallir'. They must actively practice That 'Blessed Life'. This is a state where one does not need, for he is provided for by his lands, talonnii, or estate, where one is free to display and practice their profession full time just as any other job, for indeed they must be an expert at their field. It often does not allow much room to be toiling for mere existence. Luckily, nearly all of the citizens of our blessed citystate are those birthed into means! ________________________________________________________________ A final message to those who have not forgotten ....... The Citadel beckons. Elcihi invites you home, mali'thill. Your eternal paradise awaits you. It is the duty of the immortal to live amidst their kin. Forsake the descendants and live with your fellow mali'aheral.. It is the will of Larihei. Your privileges to be vast, and succor you will find.
  19. Winter Wonderland Fest Snow? SNOW! Snow EVERYWHERE! The snow trickles down from the leaves, falling atop of a young elfess’ head she’d run to the side of her Haelun laughing happily.Icicles dripping from the tree branches, the fruits covered with a slight frost. The stands and games for the Winter Festival are prepared by citizens. Everyone works in harmony, celebrating these somewhat joyus times! Amaethea invites friends to its lands in an enjoyment of Winter; a lax season for the Amaethean lands, but celebrated nonetheless. The festivities will include free food and drink, various games, and more. The festival will be held in the fruit orchard that rests outside the main city. If you wish to have a stand in the festival contact Miss Ullruthir Krisswynn! (( veres#8800 )) PENNED AND SIGNED, Ullruthir Kriswynn, Matriarch of Krisswynn Evgenija Larian SPECIAL INVITES ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: ARISTOCRACY OF AMEATHEA His Royal Highness, Acanthus Onar Tailime'onn Daesmon Silma, High Prince of Elvendom and Ameathea, and Prince Of Thorns @AgentofDeath13 Her Royal Highness, Aleasia Ithelen, Princess-Consort of Ameathea & Elvenesse @Phersades Her Royal Highness, Idril Slyvaeri, Princess-Heiress to Ameathea & Elvenesse @JJosey His highness, Kosher Daesmon, Prince of Ameathea @Pancho Her Ladyship, Stalashal Vuln'mirel, Lady Commander of Ameathea @TaytoTot His Grace, The Taur and Duke of Helious, Lord Steward of Ameathea, Jarad Munnel @JoshBright FORIGEN DELIGATIONS Alexander I King of Balian and his citizens @Shmeepicus His Royal Majesty Karl III King of Hanseti and Ruska and his citizens@GMRO Willy of San’Velku and the Iron Horde @Cloakedsphere Netseth Loa’Chil, Primarch of Nor’asath and his citizens@ColonelKuehl1 Charlie I King of Aaun and his citizens @seannie Agnar Grandaxe King of Urguan and his citizens @Legoboy7984
  20. 1 Hour Loop "Why do I still live?" (Extended version) To those who I favored most, who now know not of where they are… For the days I have spent, wondering, dreaming, and traveling around these accursed lands, where life is not fair and where life is banal where man and dwarf alike preach the same thing with the same similarities but they are oh so ever different, thus I am made anew, scribed by the wailing ash that falls from my form and my boiling crimson eyes. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dear Draakopf fallen kin o’ mine Killed by the Grand king of Urguan Bakir. Draakopf grandfather, my father as I called you back in those days of old. You were the one who blessed me and taught me before where I am now, the times we had were imprinted upon me moulded me, and shaped me with splendorous forging, You were the one who protected me against those foul things that hated us so much, but who could blame them for you was ruin? You were uncontrolled fire but served nonetheless. Let me not talk of mine asioth, but father when I see you again? Tell me of yours, I have grown in your memory and I can only pray that I have served you well. . . I am you from ash to ash, but I try to be different, for I cannot war the very gods as you did, I am vigilant and keen, and my voice will be heard and a solution will be made as we promised all those years ago. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dear Marius Vilac favoured friend o’ mine Killed by an unknown Lector. Marius my good friend, it troubled me when I first heard of your passing, though I did not let it get the better of me. I knew you wouldn’t want it to control my decisions dear friend, you were a meaningful and truthful teacher that many needed but most of all wanted so much, I remember you preaching and I remember how you fought for those very same ideals. . . All I can say now friend is that I can only show your son so much, for he is alike to you in many ways he doesn’t see it as I do. But he is the solution you were looking for! When do I see you again dear brother Marius let us talk about it? Yes? I can see the Dragon inside of your spawn and his flame awakening… _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dear Nehtamo, a good friend o' mine unknown either missing or dead. Nehtamo the elf who showed up and did much, I need not recall the number of times you had to save me from those situations, as you already know of that. I wonder what you are doing now? I could sense unease in your eyes, friend, worry, sadness. Though I never understood why it always baffled me what was on your mind. Though you are more capable than most…. Who knows I can hear you now telling me “Bortu no, think again, try again!” I could be wrong, or I could be right. But when we meet again brother Nehtamo, let us not speak about the bad times. The memories of old that were filled with spite, let us talk about the good memories, should I recall that time when Vothdrem was chasing you around, due to you shooting him? Ahh, fun times indeed! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Dear Kronk, strong battled hardened warrior and ally. Death, torn apart and then obliterated by the void. Kronk, I will keep this short, as I have not much to say about you, we have only known each other for some while, but you were a dwarf, a good dwarf but still a dwarf - The blood that swam through you was that of Iron, and your head was carberum, You were a true battle hero among our kin of dwed, there was no army if Kronk were not leading it. I remember that much, Though you did have your faults though all do, you were stubborn and the very thing people admired about you or loathed about you. was the same thing that got you killed. I need not speak of the void and its treachery, Though you stood your ground in times of chaos and that is what matters, Sigrun should be proud that his blood swam through you, and therefore an exceptional warrior was forged Kronk ‘The Grand Stormheart’ When we meet again, let us speak more aye lad? I’ll bring a drink or two. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ I would sit, and I would sing more words to you, my kin, my friends, and my brothers. But the use of speech? And talking? It is time for action, so let me slow down my baffling and let me reveal my tarnished blade, and my ash tongue for stories to tell, and war to sing. Where your path took you, it will not take me. Brankhyn Finished short, taking a breath and remembering his fallen comrades. His hands clasped and he fell silent. __=__ = So thou know of my will, allow mine ambition; allow mine passion to take you to that unseen place. . . For I am on my way, the journey is scarce so be thankful. This blade will cleave as justice, through the shadows of the night - to then outshine the dawning sun itself. Thine own eyes are the setting dawn and the rising moon, from ash to ash, to fire on fire. This own command is to love and hate, so let me glimpse it for thou, and tell you of its beauty. Thee must know what I sing. And where I dance. Sweet asioth, Great Asioth! __=__ =
  21. THE CHALLENGE OF THE SUN THE SOHAER OF HAELUN'OR As Issued from the An'asul estate 18th of Malin's Welcome, Year 97 of the Second Age {Art by Pengzhen Zhang} "An epoch to lay the foundations of permanent progress. Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! You are the chosen one, child. Blessed by Larihei’s realisation of the nature of the State and our inherited Nature, I will guide you into the future. A completed century will only be the start." - Malaurir Dimaethor Elervathar Blessed Citizens of our State, our home and refuge… While many of you know me for my rather clamorous ways of ensuring the progress of our blessed bastion, I am indeed a servant of the state, a vigorous one who sacrificed their whole being to the betterment of our kin. Unlike others, I do not seek to abolish institutions to install myself as the absolute power of the State.. Powers and responsibilities should always be distributed among the blessed; ‘tis to allow the ever so progressing mali‘thill to actively participate in the political scheme of Haelun’or but to also prevent one individual becoming the absolute force, a dictator. We have seen this from time to time, the last time Sohaer held absolute power they attempted to erase the most blessed Maheral from our history. The last time someone we called Maheral held absolute power, she ended up being a fraud. This we have seen, and this I promise will never happen under the guidance of myself, democracy shall prevail. This I promise with my ever so dying soul, Haelun’or will be reinstalled as a nation great among the nations of the realm. We shall be the epitome of a functioning democratic society and never shall we be blinded by mundane terms such as “Regent-Sohaer”. And so, this is a promise to the Motherland itself, to the mali’till and citizens of our Blessed Bastion… The Silver News shall be promised full autonomy as per functionality. The editor in chief shall be promised funding to ensure the prosperity of the paper and the government shall not dictate the functions of it. Elsillumiran shall function as always, Okarir’tir will remain as their commander and Sohaer their Commander in Chief. Maheral as the head of state shall rule over the aforementioned. If changes are needed, they shall be directed by elokarir'tir. Magic has long gone untouched within our nation. I promise to start the distribution of magic myself within the blessed bastion, and once my pupils have graduated they shall take upon themselves to teach. Magical institutions will be reinstalled, and Haelun’or will once more be the home of magic as Larihei intended. This includes any and all scholarly subjects we are able to teach to the masses. After a long lasting war, I believe instead of enemies we should aim to befriend the nations within the realms. It is no lie, we were close to extinction and were it not for the miracle that happened we would all be nothing but blood stains upon the silver isles. Never shall we raise unnecessary arms again and under my guidance we shall aim for peace. Certain council meetings shall be made public; the citizenry invited to listen as elheial'thilln converses about the topics of the nation. Public assemblies as started by Sohaer Uradir shall be reinstalled and will take place on a scheduled basis. Many things, but I believe change is exactly what Haelun’or needs as for now. We have had Sohaeran closer to identical to one another, yet no change has happened and now we found ourselves almost extinct. I could write a novel that will take centuries to finish if I was to write everything that I seek to change, however instead of that I wish to have you citizens come speak with me. Come, have a discussion and we shall exchange words and ideas on how to make the nation a better place for all 'thill. I am Usamea An’asul and a vote for me as Sohaer of the Silver State, is a vote for progress and health. AY'LARIHEI AY'MAHERAL MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA Signed, Laurir Usamea An’asul
  22. The council as it stands wished to rip that right from your hands and hold an election amongst themselves and decide the future representative of the Mali’thill in a closed election. It was my lobbying which was able to secure enough of the council’s vote to usher in the return of democracy to the Mali’thill. - Malaurir Ikur Sullas To Haelun’or, I write to you this missive as finally has our nation established stability and now finds herself in tranquility after decades of hostilities, and the annexation of the silver isles. The price paid for peace was an expensive one, many a ‘thill lost their lives while defending that of silver against the barbaric enemies from the stars. Now we find ourselves surrounded by peace, however a threat to our society has once more found itself a way into our democratic society. Many of our Okariran are seated in one of the most esteemed institutions of our society, unelected however. Our Sohaer once more claimed power, while having no mandate. I thus call for all unelected members of our pristine elheial’thilln to stand challenged or subject to a vote determining whether they shall continue to serve the public or not. Regent-Sohaer Kolvar Uradir Okarir’nor Luthien Maeyr’onn Okarir’hiylun Anara Elervathar These elections shall be overseen by elheial’lauriran as led by Maheral Seth Calith. As we all are one, we all are silver, we shall as one lead the bastion towards prosperity. AY'LARIHEI AY'MAHERAL MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA Signed, Laurir Usamea An’asul
  23. THE TEMPLE OF THE ENTWINED STAR GOD The Slumbering One, "The Glodites" The Prayer of the Slumbering God "But the Dream, and the Slumber." [!] Strange Posters, Letters, and Pamphlets would be thrown about the poorer slums of Almaris. ============================================================================================================== Greetings Dreamer, Long have WE watched you sleep. Unaware of the reality of which blankets you, and clouds your vision. Praising false Gods such as the canonist "Creator", the "Brathmordakin", and the "Aspects". The Aenguls and Daemons you so fear are but mere illusions, aspects cast by the Slumbering God. Have you ever felt their watchful gaze, as you sleep? The eyes are always watching, Dreamer. The Slumbering God has begun to awake, and their power can be felt all throughout the realities. His chosen champion, Glod Grimgold, has manifested in this reality as his "living aspect". Everyday, our spells grow stronger. Now, it is time we reveal ourselves to the world. If you wish to join our Temple, you must prove your loyalty. The youth of Almaris are unguarded. They walk the streets without guardians. Babies are left in cribs, in unlocked rooms. Take these sacrifices, and slay them. Their blood will mark your initiation into the Temple as an Acolyte. If one is unavailable, the sacrifice of a Canonist Priest, Brathmordakin Forgeguard, Druid, or Paladin will suffice. Do not feel this is an impossible task - work in the shadows, and slaughter those who work against the Dreamer. Seek out the book known as "The Chronicles of Glod" to begin your path to enlightenment. To show you apart of our powers, the back of this note will include a single spell from our Arcanium. Once you feel the gaze of our Lord, you will know you have become a true "Glodite", and have entered our rank as an Acolyte. ============================================================================================================== MYSTERIUM SOMNIUM ARCANUS ____________________________________________________________________ __________________████____████________████____██████________________ __________________████____████________████____██████________________ ______________________████████████████████████______________________ ______________________████████████████████████______________________ __________██▓▓____██▓▓████░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░████▓▓████____████________ __________██▓▓____████████░░░░░░░░░░░░░░__██████████____████________ __________░░░░▓▓▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒▓▓▓▓░░__________ ________░░░░░░████░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▓▓▓▓▓██░░░░░░░░░░░░░░████░░░░░░______ __████__░░██▓▓░░░░░░░░____████░░__████████____░░__░░░░░░████░░__████ __████____██▓▓░░░░░░░░____██▓▓░░__████▓▓██____░░__░░░░░░████░░__████ ______████░░░░____░░__░░░░██▓▓████████▓▓▓▓░░░░░░__░░░░__░░░░████____ ______████░░______________██▓▓████████▓▓██______________░░░░████____ ________░░▓▓▒▒______________░░▓▓▓▓▓▓██__________________████________ __________██▓▓________________▓▓▓▓▓▓██__________________████________ ____________░░████__________________________________████____________ ______________████__________________________________████____________ __________________████████__░░░░░░░░░░░░░░██████████________________ __________________████████░░░░░░░░░░░░░░__██████████________________ __________________________████████████████__________________________ __________________________████████████████__________________________ MYSTERIES OF DREAMING ARCANE
  24. Fallen Star So dose the bright star fall, golden locks turned dull, skin as pale as a corpse Eirene de Astrea an elven women known by almost no one for she never liked to go outside the safety of her room, bedridden and ill this young elfess perished with no will, for she had no one to leave anything too, she had many family members but never did she interact with them as she grew up, maybe once or twice as a young child but she did prefer to be alone lost in her books, and now as a young woman pale as a ghost and not but skin and bone the light in her eyes faded, perished from her illness.
  25. The Embers Go Out Once a great flame burning with life, now turned to embers, embers quickly fading, Thena Odinson, a young elfess within the park of Elysium laid silently roses surrounding her the blanket under her now stained red, a book on her lap open on the page she had been in the middle of reading page ruined with her own blood, a stab wound piercing from the centre of her back through her chest, her eyes were riddled with fear as she stared up to the blue sky and the only thought that came to mind was her family, she was scared of dying but there was nothing to be done, she was alone during her final moments, she stared up to the sky the light in her eyes faded and the pale violet colour turned to look greyed the last words she uttered was "mother..." the young elfess called out, but another stab, this one to the heart had her breath her last breath, the embers died out the young elfess now laid there lifelessly now left alone by her killer within the quiet city.
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