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  1. Dangren assembles a group of dwarves together, his intent to declare his candidacy for king. Dwedmar, Citizens of this land, and Clergy: Many of you young dwedmar do not know me. Some of your clan elders may know me. Your clan fathers should know me. I am older than much of you and have seen the dwarven people through many troubles. From the initial stone summer peaks to the fall droughts, I have witnessed the change that occurs with the dwedmar activity during these seasons. Our leaders are often pulled by supernatural forces to be unable to dedicate all their thoughts to leading the peoples during these times of drought. We attempt to change politically during these times to maintain a semblance of power but we often know it is for naught. Should I become your king I will attempt to lead our kind through this time by promoting the arts and engaging in talks unsheltered by hidden rooms. It is true I have little clout in the political realm as it changes by every ruler, but do know that should I become your king I will not seek to make drastic changes. My rule will be of little conquest, political change, or ‘industrial development’. The goal of my rule would be to establish a lasting peace within and outside the realm while also being an organizer of activities for dwarves to have fun.
  2. Time. It is the endlessly complex force of all of Creation that cannot ever be killed or destroyed. But somehow, it can be manipulated. Karren Myrsta had met his biggest fan of the club called the "Grand Undying," a mysterious club that centers around Karren Mrysta and his research into Balance Magic, a magic that transcends the magics of Voidal, Deity, and Dark, in the Dominion Square. Somehow, this biggest fan of his seemed to be knowledgeable of his past and what Karren would not realize was that this encounter would trigger a loop in Time where his biggest fan and himself were trapped in. Not even Balance Magic could manipulate this loop, but this had prompted Karren to delve back into his research into Balance Magic and keep trying to obtain this magic, but however that alone has come with dark costs. Once Balance Magic was released into Atlas by Karren Mrysta, he would not realize that researching such a powerful force of magic would place a curse upon his bloodline that would last all the way until the End of Time. For every firstborn child of his bloodline, they would slowly become a Balance Elemental and cannot revert back into Descendant form for extended periods of time. The Myrsta Bloodline would be cursed once Balance Magic was released. Starting with Karren Myrsta's own firstborn and the curse would not manifest until the child themselves achieved the highest possible tier in Balance Magic. Balance is Forever. --- "Sir, the boy's timeline has fluctuated!" a strange voice would say out into the depths of the Transcended Realms. A man in black robes and silvery hair with Emerald Green eyes would come walking towards the sound of the voice. He would seem to be extremely powerful, too powerful for the world of Atlas. He'd begin to speak with a neutral tone to the strange voice "How did it fluctuate?" "A strange wood elf spoke to him. It seemed to accelerate his timetable for researching the magic of Balance by at least a few elven weeks." the strange voice would reply. "Should we allow this change?" "Let it stay. If the Prince causes any more damage to Atlas, the boy will need the magic. Especially if it can grant him the ability to forge godslaying weapons." the black-robed man would say and then the scene would fade to black..... ---
  3. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Birds perched up in the branches up above chirped lightly, sunshine filtered through the trees. The sound of leaves being crushed could be heard with each step the cloaked figure took. He heard rustling in the distance, halting his movements in response. One of his gloved hands quickly moved toward the quiver at his side, two fingers pressing against the end of one arrow's haft - just above its feathery fletching. Slowly he took a few steps forward, narrowing his eyes slightly as his gaze darted from one tree to another. The rustling continued, and he turned toward his left to see where the sound was coming from. What was he looking for? A stag, a stag that he was to hunt and take a trophy from. There it was, a stag simply minding its own business, eating fruits that fell from their branches only recently. He brought the arrow up, nocking it against his bow's bowstring. He murmured a faint prayer beneath his breath, bringing the longbow up and pulling back on the string. He pulled the string back to where the feathers of the arrow's fletching brushed against the right side of his face, just below his right eye. He brought the arrow up just a bit more, taking into consideration the distance between himself and the creature - the arrowhead pointing toward the a spot that was a few inches above the centermost part of the stag's side. After several seconds, he released the arrow, letting it fly forth. The arrow hurtled through the air, burying itself into the stag's side. The stag let out a bleat and stomped its feet, then turned away from the hunter, bounding away toward the direction of a stream to their south. He hurried after the stag as it fled, following the trail of blood that it left and certainly not concerned with being quiet now. After several minutes of chasing, he finally found the stag near the stream. The stag seemed confused, as though it wasn't sure as to whether or not it should cross the stream, an arrow still embedded in its side. Once more he took an arrow out from the quiver at his side, nocking it against the bowstring of his bow. He lifted the bow up slightly and drew the bowstring back to where the fletching of his arrow brushed against the side of his face once more, aiming the arrow at the empty air just above the neck of the stag. Once more he waited for several seconds to pass, then letting go of the arrow. The arrow flew forth from the longbow, sailing through the air with a whistle and straight toward the beast's throat. The broad-head arrow buried itself within the throat of the stag. Not even a second after, the stag stumbled over and fell on its side, blood pooling around it and seeping into the stream's waters. He lowered the bow, other hand moving back toward his side. His fingers wrapped around the leather-bound handle of the sheathed dagger attached to his belt, drawing it from its sheathe. He pushed his hood back, revealing pale gray skin and dark gray hair. The Dark Elf let out a small sigh as he walked toward the the stag, or what was now its corpse. He kneeled next to the corpse and set the bow down nearby, bringing the dagger up and then bringing the pommel down against the lowermost part of one of the stag's antlers. Repeatedly he struck that part of the antlers with the dagger's pommel in an attempt to break it off - as inefficient as it seemed, it would do the trick. He'd then do the same with the other antler, eventually breaking that off as well. He sheathed the dagger, staring at the corpse of the stag for a few moments, then the stream for another few moments. The howling of wolves could be heard in the distance, yet another sigh coming from the Elf. "How wonderful." Aerith said to himself, his head turned toward the direction of Caras Eldar, though the view of the city was obscured by the towering trees that loomed up above. "Suppose it's best I start heading back . . . And take its heart. Just wonderful." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  4. TheDragonsRoost

    [Story] Karren's Ether

    Everybody lives. Everybody dies. Stories End. Stories Begin. Karren Myrsta felt the cold and unyielding grasp of the Reaper, living to tell the tale of the Regeneration to those he'd call friends. Feanor, Arwenia, Leolin, Ally moon, and even the Praetor himself were just a few people out of the many who began to hear the tale of the Regeneration and the man who rose from the cold icy grip of Death, wielding knowledge of the powers of the Dark Magics that govern over the dark creatures and users of the magic. He begun to see how death worked to fuel their spells and in many ways, this added to his already accumulating research on the new type of magic he wanted to try and learn. In this magic, the users of the magic are able to understand the balance between all things, living and not. They are able to pull the weaknesses and strengths of the various schools of magic, forging them into powerful spells that can be used to attack multiple enemies or even just one enemy at a time, forge barriers strong enough to keep enemies at bay, and even cast healing spells upon those who the caster deems an ally. Even then, with this magic, dangers come knocking. The question is if Karren can protect the one thing that was given back to him. Can he protect Karren's Ether?
  5. TheDragonsRoost

    A Change in the Wind

    The Silver City of Haelun'or bustled with chatter lingering in the air as the various people came through the gates of the newly-open Silver City. Markets were opened and trade began to prosper as the new ideas of the Silver Council began to bear fruit, seeing those who walk the paths of the various races wander through the streets of Haelun'or and interacting with the High Elves, forging relations and social connections. These ideas and changes to the culture of Haelun'or were brought about by the current Okarir'tayna Vanya Lauar'ante and supported by the Okarir'mali Arelion Lauar'ante when they began to rebuild the crumbling city of Okarir'thilln, regenerating it into its former glory. However, this day would bring unyielding curiosity to the people of the Silver City as word has reached the Silver City of a High Elf man in the Dominion of Malin conducting research on a new type of magic that does not require a voidal connection, worshipping a deity, or performing dark rituals in order to obtain the magic. This man would be endlessly pouring over the tomes of the magical world, reading up on the various schools of magic and learning all he can to understand the weaknesses and strengths of the various schools. Rumors of this magic spread across the Dominion and the surrounding area but during this fateful day, all relevant notices were kept under wraps by the Ministry of Magic and the Silver Council. Well, all but one. The following was kept up, though most of it was defiled, on one of the gate walls...
  6. GaiaLoTC

    The Ironwood Armada

    [Art credit to the wonderful Nummy] In an age long past, the Armadas of Emerald and Bronze came together for the first time aboard the Adriante. The vessel of hope. And from it, the lands of Malin’s kin flourished. In an age long past, the Armadas of Emerald and Bronze stood separately. But darkness has fallen on the shores of Caras Eldar, and the drums of war thunder once again. In an age long past, Malin’s folk may not have been able to withstand the tides of war. But this is not an age long past. And the Dominion stands defiant against the coming storm. Rise up, Mali! Take to the seas! With Queen Calithil’s orders read, the dock boomed overnight as thousands of workers flocked to the shipyards, eager to build up their legacies in the naval theater as skilled shipbuilders. In the distance, two figures watch from a balcony. One in a coat of emerald, and another with a coat of crimson. With their hearts full of pride, Lady Admiral Awaiti Aureon and Vice-Admiral Evar'tir Ithelanen watch the builders work tirelessly to construct the greatest armada the Dominion had ever seen. The Ironwood Armada
  7. "The boy. How has he progressed?" A strange figure would say. Strange sounds are heard throughout the cavern as if it was ethereal in origin, almost as if it was trapped between instances of time. This strange figure would seem to be extremely powerful, equal to that of a semi-divine as if the figure had ascended to their current position through Regeneration and acquiring the powers they have, though it seems that the rules of the world bind this figure to this ethereal plane, unable to ever interact with the mortal world. "He has been brought back to life, sire. Through the use of a Totem of Undying." A lingering voice would say from deep within the cavern, rough and masculine. "The boy still has no idea of his destiny and how he shall hold the power to unite two warring worlds. He should still be unable to realize this destiny for the time being." "Then he shall remain ignorant until such a time when Fate intervenes," the strange figure replied to the voice in the cavern, sighing a bit. "So, when will he begin his research on the magic?" "His research has already begun, sire. He has started making headway in such things and gathering the information he believes that shall help him learn of the magic." the voice replied. "He will still need to find his own way to knowing the magic." "That is left to the natural course of Time. For the time being, he shall enjoy this time he has because he is starting a new chapter in his life soon enough." the strange figure would say to the voice. "With the events that is to come, he will need to be prepared. There are dark days coming for the boy, even with the Prince spawned in Atlas." "Of course, sire. I shall update you further once the boy stops grieving for the fallen King of the Elvenesse." the lingering voice would say to the strange figure, sounding neutral in the matter. "A pity the King fell to a dwarf whose own power was corrupted and corroding to the Natural Timeline. The powers of messing with the natural balance of Life and Death can do that to anyone who wields its power, regardless of what magic or weapon the person wields..." the strange figure would say as the scene began to fade.... ((OOC Sidenote: These little Transitions between the chapters are meant to be told in this form in a way of personifying the OOC perspective between a mysterious figure and a mysterious voice that will hold no influence on the Realm of Atlas. It's a new concept of creative writing I'm working on to help with the personal story of Karren Myrsta and maybe even all of my characters on Lord of the Craft. I hope you guys enjoy the reading and perhaps I will make more Transitions and add more indepth storytelling...))
  8. Pun

    Recruiting Now!!

    The Virarim is recruiting now. All Mali welcome. Think you have what it takes To defend and Fight. To Protect and Serve. To Earn your Bronze and Wear it with Pride. JOIN US TODAY!!! click here!!! Remember to keep Hydrated [please note none of the artwork is mine]
  9. ((The following takes place a few elven days after the events of "Breaking the Stasis")) Karren had never felt the rush of life being poured into his body before his regeneration with the Totem of Undying. He felt stronger, faster, and better than before, almost as if his whole life had been one of suffocation and pure denial of what he had been birthed to do. Ever since he had regenerated, he had lost his impure interests in the animal humanoid species and gained a more drastic taste for those of Elven descent, both male and female. He also felt his soul, mind, and body become ascended into something much more stronger and more powerful than a High Elf, though that would remain a mystery for a long time. Even without magic, he felt a strange energy surge through his body. This kind of magic would feel like a rush to Karren, like wildfire surging through his veins. Though Karren and all of Atlas would not be able to see or understand such power for a longer time. He began to use this newfound power and newfound life to gain more and more physical strength as well as become more and more agile, sometimes even practicing with his sword and crossbow on the new world of possibilities open to Karren with this newfound energy. Over the course of the elven days and the days following the Regeneration Event, Karren would exhaust himself every day practicing and perfecting his newfound combatant skills like the Event had given him what he lacked the most. The ability to survive. These signs of exhaustion would be him looking like hell as if he walked through the brimstone and fire of Hell itself, seeing the horrors of Iblees himself through his deathly cold gaze and survived to tell the tale. It is as if the Totem granted him what he missed the most, forcing the Regeneration and thus healing him back to life, but even with this Regeneration, it came with its costs. The Regeneration left him with a mark on his psyche that which set off would turn him from a person who is kind to a man who is brutal and murderous, ruthless as the LotC equal of Jack The Ripper. He would be also unable to forget what he had nearly done to himself and that would change him drastically. However, this Regeneration would also grant him more ammunition against mantel magic as well, giving him a more enhanced barrier, though it can still be easy to get through, in the form of a mental game that no mental mage would ever expect. A Game of Infinite Possibilities. A game of Time. For the time being, no one would expect that Karren Myrsta had changed so drastically and in so little time. However, if you were good enough at observation and could read the signs, you could be able to divine that Karren had not returned from near-death alone. He came back with something that in some way could change the course of History forever. Could it be magic? Could it be foreknowledge? Could it be a weapon? Could it be another personality? Or could it be something completely mysterious? Anyway, Karren would continue to serve in the Virarim and ascend the chain of command in his own time, regardless of the secrets of those who wish to see the Dominion fall that reside within his mind. His loyalties will be tested. His mind will be challenged. His will to survive will be forged. The Pure Regeneration has begun.
  10. Previous Part: Theme Song: Time is a tricky thing and so is the course of Fate. Karren's body would be going limp and slowly die from the blood loss, his heart and brain completely left untouched as he would be too weak to off himself completely. Having sent off the letters and the people would receive them the next day, no one that Karren would know would come looking for him. That is until before his life would be extinguished and through blurring vision, he'd see a human man, who appeared to be a teenager of 19 years old, begin to walk into his house and would quickly begin to work on healing Karren's broken body. "Lucky you that I came around, lad." He'd say in a british accent, observing the fallen mali'aheral lying in a pool of his own blood. "I was wondering about outside and then I heard what seemed to be a thud and crying. Tried to off yourself, huh?" Karren would be unable to rely using his words as he was slowly dying. The mysterious human would then pull out what seemed to be a totem of some sort. "It's a totem of Undying. It will trigger the regeneration process though it is a one-time use. Those things are really expensive lad so I think you need to come back to life." He'd then put the totem into Karren's hands and forcibly kept the totem in Karren's hands, the totem beginning to work its magic and regenerating Karren over time while being absorbed into his body. "Believe it or not, mate, you seem too young to let death take you. Instead of letting your grief drive you into suicide, live you crazy bastard. Utilize your grief and turn it into a weapon that is more powerful than any magic. Become the man you were destined to be." Karren's body would begin to regenerate as the totem healed his wounds, closing up his scars and essentially resetting him into a man that has more control over his emotions. He'd feel the grasp of death no longer hold him and as he regenerated, he found himself able to speak once more. "Who are you? What in the name of the Aspects are you?" Karren would say to the teenaged human who saved him as the blood pool was beginning to dry up, sounding a little frightened. "I have many names, lad. I'm a writer, a philosopher, and a medic, though not everyone can learn about me as I only show up in the places where death is occurring. One name I fancy most is Rakari, so you may call me Rakari." Rakari replied to Karren's question as he began to check Karren out to make sure the totem did its job properly. "Why did you bring me back to life?" Karren asked Rakari, finding himself still reeling in from the mental effects of the totem and unable to ask any other question. "Because in my short time in this world, I have seen too much death and pain to allow such things to keep occurring. You laying in a pool of your own blood is merely not only pitiful but sad. You have important people in your life, lad?" Rakari asked Karren. "Yes, I have Renn, Tisha, Vanya, Leolin, Feanor, Arwenia…" He'd reply to Rakari as he continued to check him out. "Why do you ask?" "Because I highly doubt they want you to go in any way shape or form, lad." Rakari would say to reply to Karren's question as he finished up his examination. "The totem did its job on your body. You're fully healthy again and well enough to travel, which sadly, you're going to have to do for some time." "Why?" He'd ask Rakari. "Because if I know suicidal idiots that were ready to die, they would send some sort of last words to the people they'd care about. You cannot suddenly appear to be fully well just after you send the notes otherwise they will be very cross with you." Rakari replied to Karren's question. "Take a few days to travel the world and get more well emotionally before you return to the Dominion. For now, I'd recommend visiting Santegia." Karren would look to be a little off-put, but would nonetheless agree and go walking off, travelling to Santegia and then the rest of the known world.... OOC: Due to the overwhelming amount of love IC for Karren, I'll give him one more shot. From this point onward, he may be a bit different from how I'd rp him in the past, but he will still be the same guy as before. Its almost as if the skygods of Atlas have heard the prayers of those attuned and they changed the course of Karren's history? Anyways, I'll recreate Karren's character persona and we can all enjoy the little blighter in the Dominion! Here we go again!
  11. TheDragonsRoost

    Stasis Lock (Character PK)

    Some stories have an ending. Some of them happen too soon. Karren Mrysta could not handle it all anymore. He grew so tired and so emotionally unstable that he had decided to stop and do something that not even the Monks of Cloud Temple could do. He would take his own life and be whisked away to join his parents in the afterlife. Before he would commit the act, he had to write out a few things to some people that meant a lot to him in life. Each of these characters would receive these notices the following day. Vanya Damaer: Myriil: Leolin: Feanor and Elvira: After he took the time to write those out and send them off by courier, he wasted no time and quickly dispatching himself from his world, striking all of his vital organs, saving the heart and brain for last. Karren would fall to the ground as the blood pooled around his soon-to-be lifeless corpse and with that, the light in his eyes extinguished and he went stone cold dead for the final time... OOC: Playing as this character got too complicated with all the backcorner secrets and various other things including keeping his mind more grounded than what was originally being done. Karren was fun to rp up until the point it got too depressing. Not to mention it became repetitive to rp as Karren constantly so I'll be PK'ing Karren and focus more on my alt char Kayen. Thanks you guys.
  12. HELP WANTED ________ The Fennic tavern, "The Silver Snowflake", is now hiring. This fine establishment, owned by the Stolt'aroloths of the famed newspaper "The Stolt Standard", is looking for bar keeps, wenches, waiters, and entertainers alike to accommodate a growing population of patrons. This opportunity is open to everyone and anyone, regardless of prior experience you will be trained upon your arrival. As for entertainers, we are looking for anyone who believes themselves to have "talent", whether that be singing, dancing, playing an instrument, or even being able to blow your nose really loud. We WANT you to apply. YOU. Yes..you. You reading this right now. Stop looking away bashfully. Apply. Seriously. Apply. Pay will be minimal, but hey, who cares. What else are you doing with your time? I mean you might as well spend it giving people drinks and making them happy. Not much makes people happy. But do you know what does? Reading the Stolt Standard. Perhaps also drinking... in taverns, having a good time with their fellow men, elves, dwarves, orcs and cat people. Now, you can't write for the Stolt Standard and you never will be able to, but you CANNNNNN work in our tavern. So therefore you should. Contribute to happiness today! If you live within Fenn, find your calling in customer service. If you don't live in our glorious city, here's the perfect excuse to move! All interested parties should contact Krenanteon Stolt'aroloth (NolandTheNovice) to apply. High Emissary Krenanteon Stolt'aroloth
  13. Sometimes it takes a mind to understand that everchanging tempest of Time. Other times, they are considered mad and insane. That is what Karren felt like as he continued to delve into the darkest recesses of his own mind and soul. The single moment where his own life had taken a darkened turn was lost to his own memory as he had been claimed by Death and revived by the monks of Cloud Temple over and over again to the point where his own soul felt heavy. He wanted so badly to stop the pain of his own soul from weighing him down that he would've resorted for the blissfulness of the Shades to possess him, but he felt some kind of magical barrier blocking him or even preventing him from gaining such magic as if his destiny was not to fall into the powers of Shade or to fall into the powers of Death and mortality, but of a far more deeper future. One meant to change the world of Atlas forever. Karren was not aware of the cold and hardened fury within his own soul, but a man who had stepped into the Darkness had seen such an unbridled and furious emotional tidal wave of dark emotions within the boy's own soul. He approached the boy many days past in the Dominion and there had begun the lies and deceit, showing Karren the powers of his own soul. His own Fractured Soul. Kindness and humbleness hid away his own darkened emotions and unrestricted coils of anger and wrath, but even the man who approached him was slowly and surely twisting the boy's nature from a kind and humble boy into a hardened warrior of the Shadows. A man whose own destiny was to follow orders and prepare to turn his own emotions and sorrow into powers unrestricted and almost deadly to those he saw as enemies. The future looked promising to the boy as he kept up the dream of Balance and those he had met begun to see a much happier boy who had the time on his hands to learn about the world around him. What everyone did not figure out at all was that this boy harbored what would become the fuel for a spell that would grant him the powers of those tortured and suffered. What would be the Bane of the Shades and used in mind-altering illusions and painful secrets too dark for any one man. Karren Myrsta held in his own soul The Shadowed Fury.
  14. Karren Mrysta, after finally letting his soul become pure once more, has no idea that the corruption of the alternate personality has begun to surge through him like wildfire. Blackouts, sudden fits of weakness, exhaustion, and dreams of a man wielding light to defeat a dark godlike entity fill the young High Elf's dream world. He has felt his heart suddenly lurch back in time to before he was mentally fucked up by Arelion and Filanir, hiding his true soul's colors. His impurity has caused him to suddenly leave the Silver City and seek refuge in the Dominion, hoping that the natural magic of the Dominion can save his aching soul before it turns into a soul that is tainted by a force that can purge the ethereal soul's light and replace it with a cold blackness. Oblivion. Memories of the ancient personality have proven to be difficult for the young High Elf, giving him either strength fit for a warrior or the mindset of a person possessed by a shade. Wielding no magical powers of his own, he is unable to stop the onslaught of the darkness, making his soul blink in and out of existence. He prays that no mental mage descends into his mind and upset the already delicate balance between the light and the dark because if they do, they could teeter him into the pit of the dark Oblivion and risk losing him to his far darker emotions that even a Shade could not ever stop. However, in a singular page, Karren writes down the phrase "From Darkness unto Light" almost as if it is a key to locking away the corruption of Oblivion. The Soul's Ether is always the key....
  15. Karren Mrysta, a pure High Elf of Haelun'or, walks along the docks of the Dominion and starts to speak to himself as he looks out to a beautiful sunset. No soft ticking was produced or any noise as he seemed to have lost his pocket watch some time ago. This was one of the rarest moments that made Karren shed the culture of the High Elves and even his own self to be someone he truly felt without restrictions. The mental Chain of Light started to become the Chain of Shadow as it rebound his anger, his fury, and his wrath into a darkened aura once more, keeping it locked away and far from any mental mages that would attempt to break it. As he gazed out to the sunset, he felt his emotions wash away as if he was purifying himself by bathing in the last lights of the sunset. "It is hard for many things to believe that they can do good," He'd say softly, smiling a small bit. "Even if they themselves were only meant to do evil. It is in their nature, I suppose, but I do owe a great thanks to Ravena and her little trick. Even if given enough time, I'd have a beautiful moment to myself and with its last light, I'd wash away my stress and my grief." He would then take in the warmth of the sunset, which to him, felt all the more refreshing for him mentally. It felt far more relaxing than bathing in the river or even meditating to the sounds of nature to imagine a perfect balance and attempt to understand time. It was this that sent Karren a happy smile as he finally felt like his mind was his own once more. "I cast you away, Kayen. You helped me so long ago that I believe it is time for me to grow up. To let nature take its course with me. I hope the afterlife is as kind to you as I was all this time," He'd say as he let go of his alternate personality, letting his mind fully reforge into his natural state as if it had no other personality inside of it. This had made Karren happy once more and he said softly to the dying embers of the sunset with one last thing before he walked off back into the main square. "Thank you Ravena. I forgive you."
  16. *Posters would hang all over the shadiest places on Atlas* https://gyazo.com/b68cb6c25f6551ece68269f4e8087488 -=Dark Elfess Slave=- Skills: cooks sailor handy with the sword Auction starts at 300, buyout is 2000 -=Shes Desperate for a Husband=- Ends in One Saint hour
  17. TheDragonsRoost

    Time of the Tempest (Short Story)

    Prologue "Something about the world captures my attention. I do not know why I feel like I need to understand the message that the world is sending out, but that is why I traveled the world. To begin my journey into the vast Unknown to which would set me down the path to a greater future. I'm no normal High Elf, but what I believe sets me apart from the others is my unending and unceasing ability to be asking questions and using my knowledge to amazing and profound impact. I'm Karren Myrsta and I'm the Traveler." -Karren Myrsta A long and winding road is set before a young High Elf, fresh out of Haelun'or with a look of natural wonder in his eye. He seemed to be something of originality and unique creation as he seemed to look at the path before him and seeing the beauty of the world around him. His bright emerald green eyes looked like they had stars inside of them as he took his first steps in a long road through Time that would span over 14 years of endless travelling to the various settlements around Atlas and learning about the world around him. What would happen to this young High Elf on his journies would both ignite a deep passion for invention as well as a deeper sense of wonder and curiosity, enabling him to be made into a great adventuring Inventor as well as a skilled combatant. This is the story of Karren Mrysta and his journey through History.
  18. GaiaLoTC

    Tome of Strife

    Copies of the Tome are sent to the Libraries of the Naelurir, of the Mother Grove, and to the druii of the Maelstrom for all that wish to read them. They are marked with the Circle of the Emerald Way. The Tome of Strife Writings of Sister Hurricane “To will change upon the self is to change the world. Only through will can all balance be attained.” - The Axiom of Will, Teachings of Sister Hurricane I. The Absence of Understanding The Lord and Lady have blessed you with eyes to see and ears to hear, and a whole world to experience. Yet we remain blind and deaf to most of it. I remain blind, despite teachings that were meant to open my eyes and help me see the world for what it was. We consider it a great tragedy when one falls to darkness, when they stray away from the teachings of the order, and when they fall into hands that turn them to violence and disparity. Many of our students are failing, falling to darkness in their belief continuously. Those that remain follow blindly to their teachers, like sheep, unable to think past the surface of druidism. Most haven't thought yet to dive in. We are missing something within our teachings. Missing a piece that keeps the ambitious prodigies away from darkness, and a piece that allows others to break their chains and to be free from the slavery of secular thought. The teachings of our order, I find, ignore the dark of the world. They preach only the light, and are blind for it. I have sought the contrast myself, the dark to compliment the light, not to oppose it. I will not tell what I have learned here, only that the current teachings do not hold all of the answers you need. By learning what they have not taught me, I have seen what makes us weak. If you are to truly understand, then you too must seek this contrast, not adherence to this single ideal. To believe in an ideal is to be willing to betray it, to look where it may forbid you to go. It is a lesson of strength. If you do believe in an ideology, then find its opposite, so that you may reinforce it by correcting its flaws. Become what strengthens an ideology, not a slave to it by following it dogmatically. Without this contrast, we are but marionettes, tangled in the strings of weaknesses in our ideologies. II. The Value of Struggle and Self Reliance Pure benevolence weakens the self, and those to whom it is cast upon. Do not roam the world, dispensing pity and self sacrifice unto others. By giving others the chance to fight their own struggles, internally and externally, we give them the chance to cultivate their own will. Do not be a thief in the night, stealing strength from others where you would mask it with benevolence. If you truly wish to help another, recognize the value in letting them cultivate their strength and will through their struggles. When they triumph, their victory will be far greater than it would be if you would help them. Through your own struggles, cultivate this inner will, and you will find the path to balance. Create a strict reliance on yourself, rather than your connection to the balance, to the thing you protect. Too many druids of our age focus on honing their gifts to better serve the lord and lady above on this earth. I ask you, strip them of their gifts, and what do they become? Only empty shells, incapable of enacting their duty to the balance without the gifts of the aspects. And that is no true disciple of the balance. Without will, we are nothing. This brings us to a fundamental question: If a druid loses her powers, is she still a druid? The way you would answer would depend on your view. If you say no, you believe inherently that only those with the gifts can make a difference in this world, and you are wrong. The devout, druii without gifts, are simply those with greater will. With the proper will, everything can be changed, such is the nature of will itself. Druidism is something greater than simply gifts. Those that would choose death over a life without their gifts are those whose wills are weak, and were unworthy of them in the first place. III. The Nature of Life and Death The Mother above creates and cares for life throughout the world, and spreads it over the land. Helps it grow, nurtures it. Heals it. Guides it. The energy of life exists through all living things. Tt surrounds us, penetrates us. It binds the world together, and unifies it all. It is fluid, like the water that carries it. This is known. Death does not exist. This life created by the mother never leaves this world, it merely passes from vessel to vessel. The fallen elk feeds the grasses, and the prey feeds the predator. On and on the cycle moves, life being poured from vase to vase. It holds many different shapes and forms, but at its core, all forms are simply life. We are no exception to this. It is because of this that the role of the father is oft misunderstood, however. He is not death, nor is he the hunt. His name is strength, not for his ability to take life, or hold mastery over it. But for his power to move the energies of life from one vessel to the next. It is from his will that the balance exists. It is from his own will that life moves from vessel to vessel, never stagnating, never finding stillness. It is due to this change that life is truly precious, and each form just as valuable as the last. So where do we lay among all of these vessels? Where does our power come from? We cannot define ourselves by our ability to take life, to control it even or possess it. To do so is to have nothing, truly. Death does not exist, and if you define yourself by your ability to usher it, your strength is as fleeting as grains of sand in the wind. But if we define ourselves by our ability to will great change in the world, to move and change the vessels of life as Cernunnos does? That is true strength, lliran. This is what the focus of druii should be. Cultivating the will to usher change. IV. Facing Conflict I speak much against a neutral stance, and this much holds true. One should always act when they have the opportunity to, and when there is greater suffering in the world. But I have not always been clear on what it is to act on, or how one should carry themselves. In my life, I have been through many struggles of my own, and this is the view I have learned thus far, and it is the view I shall give unto the Emerald Way, that others may find a better way to approach their problems. Live your life, and act with great respect and wisdom, for you must be a beacon of change for the world, a fount of knowledge and veneration. Without strong principles to guide us through our own morality, what then can we enact our will from? A principled life, one with a strong basis for which we act is the only life worth living. But what is principle without the perspective to see the world around you as it is? Through rigorous meditation we gain clearer perspective, and can find the solution to any problem. When on your journey through life, take one step at a time, look up from your feet and observe the living world around you. Speak to all you may meet and soak in all the details you can, learn what comes to you. Life is to be savored, taken slowly. Rashness is the path toward greater suffering. Will. Principle. Perspective. These are the three great values that the Emerald Way promotes. Through these values, act with a tempered and clear mind, and seek always to see more than what you are shown. From these values, we find the strength to change anything in this world. Even destiny. V. The Place of Gifts and Tools I have said before, the druids rely on the gifts far too much. It overtakes their being, and in some cases, druids cannot function in day to day life without the use of their gifts. It becomes a crutch, one that would leave a druid crippled without it. Such deep rooted dependency is something to be avoided, something to be shut down and moved away from. And even in our divine mission, many rely entirely on this aspect-given gift to do our work. Without them, I don’t doubt that many would fail in their mission, that they would cease to protect the balance without their precious gifts. And I sense an even more sinister plot. That many druids are here only for the power that they may receive from the gifts. Devotion is a scarce thing to see these days, true devotion to the lord and lady above. Many druids fall, and when they lose their gifts, they simply move onto something else that may give them the power they seek to enact their wills. Give many of the druids of the order only silence, and you will truly see who follows the aspects. But you may see this as me having a negative view of the gifts, which cannot be further from the truth. I have only a negative view of druids that rely on such gifts, that depend on them, sometimes to the extent of needing them to live. Such reliance is weakness, and weakens the order as a whole. However, the gifts themselves are not to blame. We have many tools at our disposal to aid us in our mission of preserving the balance of life. Our mind, our physical strength, our charisma, our words, and yes, our gifts. The gifts are but one singular tool with many uses, just like the other tools. You do not need the gifts in order to protect the balance, just like you do not need the gifts in order to be a druid. To believe that one must have the gifts in order to carry out our divine mission is vanity, don’t you see it? I would rather a devout person without gifts that protects the balance to the best of their ability rather than a druid who uses their gifts for personal gain, or one that seeks personal power. The Order should enforce teachings of these inherent tools that we already possess, and their uses in protecting the balance, rather than preparing them to rely on their gifts. Teaching students that only their new power can preserve the balance is a dangerous and self destructive way of thinking, and is the reason behind many of the greatest failings of our order. There is a silent lust for power within our teachings, I think, and we are utterly blind to it. Always, the next step in learning is to master a new gift. At least, this is what I have seen in the world. There is a great flaw in this method.
  19. GaiaLoTC

    Tome of Two Balances

    Copies of the Tome are sent to the Libraries of the Naelurir, of the Mother Grove, and to the druii of the Maelstrom for all that wish to read them. They are marked with the Circle of the Emerald Way. The Tome of Two Balances Writings of Sister Hurricane “To will change upon the self is to change the world. Only through will can all balance be attained.” - Teachings of Sister Hurricane, the Axiom of Will I. Morality as Inner Balance On yesterday's eve, I witnessed a sight most common, though for some unknown reason, it struck me strange. An elk was torn into by a beast, and ripped into, to eat. A common occurrence, yes, this is known. Tis’ the way of nature, the beasts eat the common gazelle, and so on. The predator eats the prey, and the prey feeds on what it can. There is no evil in it, the predator must eat as much as the prey, and the prey must eat what it can. There is only survival in it. The predator feels naught for devouring its prey, nor does the prey when it grazes upon the grasses, despite life being taken from the world. Such is the unseen way of all natural life. Life passes on and on and through each moving piece of it. There is no evil or good in the natural balance, only what is and what survives. Such also is the way of druidism, our gifts are given without thought of good and evil, but with only this delicate balance of the cycle of life in mind. Druids are expected to be as neutral as nature in this sense, are we not? It is the duty of druids to correct the balance, wheresoever it may be corrupted, without heed for borders. It is our duty to correct it, we must. We have been charged by the aspects above to do our sacred duties, and the order has decided we must do it this way, completely neutrally. But this charge ignores a most fundamental principle of our life as descendants, of how we have grown and developed to live with morality, to have the sense of good and evil, and all in between. It is what makes us what we are, it is what gives us our humanity, and this makes us truly and beautifully unique. We are not a part of this balance the aspects have created for us, but we surely live with it. Though, to attempt to live without morality, to attempt to live neutrally and strive to think as the aspects do, without heed of what is good and evil, this is unnatural of our own being. It makes us only as simple as the beasts and prey that are in the balance we seek so desperately to protect. We cannot, and we should not deny what we are, how we think, but we must find a balance of our own, and look over the balance of nature with a sense of right and wrong. To live along with both the balance and the descendants, separately, yet together. In this, we are allowed to exercise our sense of right and wrong and do our duty to protect the balance with great strength. It is not the nature of men to keep out of everything. One would say it distracts us from our duty, to say, be a part of a nation. This is not the case, I don't think. I might even say it better allows us to perform our duties. While we cannot live as neutral, we are able to do our best to spread what is good, and what is just. It is of the utmost importance that druids maintain strong ties to the world they live in and protect, they cannot fly above it all. Neutrality is a disease that leaves men weak, and staggeringly alone, as many beasts are. Fellow priests of the balance, I say to you. Do not catch the disease of neutrality. Hone your sense of right and wrong, fight always for the path of good for you and your people. Do not become unnatural men, stripped of all sense of what is good or evil in the world. In morality, we find our strength together. Apathy is a fate worse than death, for even a rotting corpse feeds new life. II. Will Within Balance We are inherently separate from the thing we protect so dearly, as druii. The balance consists of life around us, the seen and hidden movements of nature ever moving in a circle around us. The birds and trees die out, but there is ever a forest standing, no? Songbirds fill the air, do they not? We are ever surrounded by life, yet death lurks and strikes here and there. No matter how oft or how heavy death’s strikes may be, life ever moves on. Many druii take our duty to protect the balance as a sign that the world is weak. It is the opposite indeed, for the balance of the world knows a will far greater than our own. Life will find a way, no matter how damaged it may be. We druii exist only as a means of preserving the balance’s state, and correcting it where we find imbalance. Yet as I say, we are inherently separate from the balance of the world. Instead, we hold a force of our own within, potentially even equal to this primordial balance of the world. The balance of the self. The Emerald way is, at its core, the way of two balances. One cannot neglect this balance of the self when protecting the balance of the world, for it is far more fragile, and far weaker. This balance, in a way, is even more important than that which the druii are sworn to protect. With this separation from the balance of the world, the circle of life is entirely indifferent to us, to our very being. We have little sway over it, though many druids seem to rely on it for their source of strength. They use their gifts frivolously, and have grown dangerously dependent on them. They fail to realize that to rely on their gifts to protect the balance is dangerous, and leaves men weak. No man or woman can hope to fully control this primordial force, and they are left with atrophied bodies, defenseless without their gifts. They fail to realize that true strength comes from within, and that in order to change the balance, and protect it, we must cultivate our own will to match the strength of the world’s will. While faith is important, true strength is drawn from our own volition; The power to use your will, which is equally important as obtaining power itself. Never live for the sake of another, or an ideology. Live for yourself, and no other. With that, we empower ourselves to carry out the will of the aspects, to protect the balance. III. The Nature of Will A man can change everything if he is willing to sacrifice for it. The greatest sacrifices require the strongest wills, And we must give much for the salvation of this world. In the beginning, we have nothing. Our privilege is the dirt. In such darkness, our will guides us to light Perspective pierces the veil of dark. Our birthright is our failings, and the pain we suffer. When darkness comes, we can rely on no other to face it for us. Only in our willpower can balance be attained. IV. Beings of the Present Self The balance does not, nor can it be made to be still for long. All things move until they pass on, and even then their energies move ever forward into other forms, other vessels that will move on and on. And from movement, movement is born, ever arching outward. You, druii, are no exception to this commotion. We constantly expend our energies in creating islands of quiet within our lives, trying to still the waves that march ever onward, yet it cannot last. Time encroaches, it consumes all things. Fling yourself to the waves of life, druii, engage in the here and now, and you will find that the key to living is your own will. The will to see life for its flaws, and the will to better it, to create your own waves. One cannot focus on the waves that have long since passed, the echoes of feelings you once felt. The past does hold merit in giving us its teachings, but from there, move on. It holds nothing for you. Let the past die, and use what you have learned to shape your present. With the lessons of the past, we can focus on dealing with what is here and now, with the waves that crash over us. Use what you have learned to enact your will, and shape the waves around you. And perhaps prevent a tidal wave from overwhelming you in the future by dispersing it before it happens. By changing your destiny. There is no lasting stillness. It is impossible. Accept this. Know it in your bones. Watch the world happening around you, and through your will, forge your own echoes, your own cadence in this world. Live in the moment, and your will can shape the future. V. The Balance of the Self My words earlier in these pages were far too simple, I’m afraid, for they leave out a great deal in seeking to express the point, but they failed to truly explain my deeper meaning. Earlier, I stated that the balance within consists of the will to act on the sense of good and evil. Though I do not refute that, I’m afraid that the truer meaning of the inner balance is lost on such words. Good and evil are a point of view, different to each person. I have found better words to explain such a dichotomy. Instead of viewing the inner balance as the senses of good and evil, replace such words with selfishness and selflessness. To act for the self, and to act for others. This opens the situations to all by providing a common meaning. You cannot have one without the other in life. Pure selfishness only harms others, and amassing your own power can lead you to enact your desires. Instead, one must use the powers gained from selfishness to act selflessly in life. To sacrifice for the good of others, and of the balance. But beware, lliran. Pure selflessness is just as destructive as pure selfishness. Benevolence for the sake of benevolence leaves you in a worse position than when you started, it weakens you and sacrifices your own strength to help. In addition, it robs others of their struggles, their own opportunities to learn and gain their own strength. Never sacrifice your own strength to rob another of their struggles. As I said before. Recognize the value in letting people fight their own battles, and they will be all the stronger for it. Selfishness for the sake of selflessness- this is how we can protect the balance. By enacting our own will through this, we have the strength to alter the balance and preserve it. This inner balance is not inherent to druids, or even the balance that they protect. It is inherent to the descendants, this ability to act in selfishness and selflessness. It is where inner strength is drawn, the will to enact change upon the world. Such a principle applies to all aspects of life, and so it is important that druids hone their will to act on this sense. A druid who has mastered their ability to act on this sense will go far. A soldier who has mastered it will find his enemies falling before him. A farmer who has mastered it will know only bountiful harvests. It applies to all paths through life. If we cannot find the strength to act on this and hold balance in our sense of selfishness and selflessness, how then can we hope to protect the primordial balance of the world? We cannot.
  20. 18th of Malin’s Welcome, 1672 After many years, and due to the industrious nature of the Mali’aheral who wish to see their home prosper, the Silver City has been rebuilt. Like a diamond recut, the glory of elcihi’thilln stands as one of the crowning architectural achievements of the Mali’aheral; a fortress of learning, peace, and stability. Under the enlightened wisdom of the Silver Council, the gates of Haelun’or are open once more. The progress of the Mali’thill may now continue as it always should, for all toils bear fruit. All citizens are directed to report to an Okarir to be housed. Do not forget our heritage, children of Silver. To those who have strayed from the teachings of old, a pardon is offered. An opportunity to walk the Path, and have one’s impurities of the past washed away, to be forgotten and forgiven by all, as one embraces Silver anew. Leave a life of decadence and ignorance behind for one of the blessed light of Haelun’or. To those who continue to adhere to the elmaehr'sae hiylun'ehya, return to your homeland, for the realms of the lesser races are fleeting in the fires of chaos and war while the wisdom of the Mali'thill endures as eons pass. Ay’Larihei [[OOC]] Hello friends! As some of you may have noticed, Haelun’or and the High Elf community has been a bit quiet over the past few weeks as we have been revamping our city. Now that things have been finished up however, we’re looking for people to join us in some High Elf RP (and fill up some lovely tower houses)! Somewhat interested? Then if you have any questions please don’t hesitate to message myself or @countessem (Sakura) with questions about High Elf culture and RP. We offer many tea and library related activities. If the military is more to your liking, just drop a PM to @Corpean, leader of our guardforce, the Sillumir. Not a High Elf? Feel free to stop by our inn. We don’t bite. (Probably)
  21. -=-The Dawn of the Red-Cloak Inquisition-=- The Red-Cloak forces giving justice to the realm by burning a vile elf-lover, who brought an elf into her chambers and interbred with it. -=- The Red-Cloak forces found their-selves rallied for a cause greater than this world, the men of Renatus, the men of Haense, the men of Belvitz, and the men of Atlas, all united under one banner to relinquish the elven scum from the lands of Humans, and bring back the justice of GOD. They found themselves marching towards Haense, the known capital of harboring elves, and what they found was more sickening than an elf itself. They found a woman by the name of Alayne av Grimrich, or Alayne Tosali, who slept with an elf prior to her marriage to whatever Grimrich she is married to, being declared by her brother, Arstan of the House Tosali. The men began to tie her up, and bring her to the Flame of GOD for justice of the realm. They placed her on the cross, and said prayers to calm the souls watching, the scene was glorious and holy. The vile elf-lover screeched as the men did their duty, only departing after she was gone. They all screeched the call of "Bog Vedet Nas!" or in other words, "God Guides Us!" The men found themselves marching back home, ready to secure the fate of another heretic who wishes for their trial. Alayne av Grimrich looking to the crowd as she awaited her trial by Flame. -=- The men lighting the cross and giving justice to GOD for allowing this filth on his land for so long. -=-
  22. FOREWORD All residents of the District of Valleinor must acknowledge that the following laws are supplementary to the Federal Laws of the Elven Dominion which are clearly outlined in the Dominion’s Codex of Law. As a resident of Valleinor, both the laws presented below and those listed in the codex must be adhered to. The punishment for each crime is outlined in the respective document to which it is scribed in. Ignorance is not a legitimate excuse for any infringement. The following district laws as scribed by Lord Ceruberr Asul'Ailer are effective immediately. Federal Laws of the Elven Dominion: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/169636-the-dominions-codex-of-law/ ELTIRAN'LAUREH - THE NOBLE LAWS SECTION ONE - APPEARANCE & BLOODLINES Residents of Valleinor must be of elvish blood. Exceptions may be granted by the District Lord/Lady. Residents of Valleinor are expected not to be unnatural or corrupted in any capacity. The criteria for this will be decided on a case by case basis and left to the discretion of the District Lord/Lady and elheial’tahu (The High Council). Residents of Valleinor must be of a reasonable skin colour (fair, brown, ashen), reasonable hair colour, and wear appropriate attire, as judged at the discretion of the District Lord/Lady. One’s identity must never be hidden within the District of Valleinor, and must be easily identifiable at all times. Hoods that obscure a clear view of the face are forbidden, and any form of facial mask is strictly prohibited. Residents of Valleinor are encouraged to scribe their lineage and present it to the District Lord/Lady to be published for all to see in the Bloodlines of Valleinor. SECTION TWO - RESIDENT CONDUCT Residents of Valleinor are expected to carry themselves with dignity -- both through action and spoken word. Residents of Valleinor shall not participate in physical fraternization with a minor (a minor being any mali less than 50 years of age). Residents of Valleinor shall not participate in fraternization of any intimate sort with non-mali. An incredibly selfish, inconsiderate deed which may result in a child burdened with an additional curse. Residents of Valleinor shall not participate in non-consensual physical fraternization. Residents of Valleinor shall not participate in incestuous intimate fraternization of any kind. SECTION THREE - HOUSING Housing precedence will be given to mali’aheral over those of other racial heritage, and the District Lord/Lady holds the right to reserve available property for this purpose. Furthermore, Talonniian’laurir (noble bloodlines) are granted preference in housing due to the contributions that those of their blood have made to the district. All residents residing within a particular home are required to fill out the Valleinor Housing Registry Form. Should another individual wish to desire in your home, you are required to inform either the District Lord/Lady or a Steward so that they too may fill out the Valleinor Housing Registry Form. All residents agree that in the event that the Dominion of Malin reinstates taxes, all residents must pay said taxes in a timely manner. Any and all expansions of homes must be approved by the District Lord/Lady. Evidence of unapproved expansion will result in swift eviction from the property. In times of war, at least one individual from a household must contribute to the war effort. It is the duty of all to defend their home. The District Lord/Lady holds the right to randomly inspect property for evidence of any infringements of both Federal and District Law. SECTION FOUR - MAGIC Any and all significant matters of sorcery and voidal anomalies must be reported to either the District Lord/Lady or the Lord/Lady Enchanter immediately. The creation of potentially hazardous arcane devices is prohibited. Should any resident be uncertain as to whether or not their creation could cause harm to person or property, they should contact either the District Lord/Lady or the Lord/Lady Enchanter. Any and all unlawful use of magic is strictly prohibited within Valleinor -- further defined as any use of magic which breaks either Federal or District Law. Residents of Valleinor reserve the right to publicly practice their magic within the district’s borders, however, must cease this practice upon entering Irrinor or Velunor. Residents who desire to learn magic are encouraged to join the Mage’s Guild or another magical guild of equal standing to ensure they are adequately instructed and learn to wield the arcane responsibly. Residents of Valleinor are prohibited from the study and practice of any and all Dark Arts. These include: Necromancy, Shade, Mysticism, Dark Shamanism, Fjarriauga, Blood Magic, Puppetry, Soulbound Golemancy. PUNISHMENTS FOR TRANSGRESSORS Failure to comply with the following laws will result in one or more of the following punishments. The verdict of each crime is to be determined by the District Lord/Lady, and in more extreme cases, elheial’tahu (The High Council). Fine Community Service Confiscation of Goods Eviction Banishment
  23. HILEIA’SAE MAEHR’EHYA History It was upon the realm of Axios that Titania Hawksong and Ac’Aelu Tinuvial birthed the settlement which they named Norseth’onn - Land Born of the Void. The settlement itself had a distinctly High Elven style, both in architecture and culture. However, what began as a reclusive establishment, home to but a few sorcerers and researchers, soon experienced a grand era of arcane advancement. Such advancements included the creation of both the Manablade and the Arcane Familiar. This period of prosperous ingenuity and growth gained the attention of the Dominion, and so, Norseth’onn was elevated in status to become the third recognised state of the Dominion of Malin. Norseth’onn and her people prospered within the Dominion, and they followed their kin to the land of Atlas following the poisoning of Axios. Caras Eldar, capital of the Dominion and Jewel of Elvendom upon Atlas, became the new home to Norseth’onn and her people, who established themselves in the upper district of the city. The peace, however, was not to last. For reasons known to but a few, Former Lord Arcanist Ac’Aelu Tinuvial lead his Order Absolute in rebellion against the Dominion. The rebellion met a swift end before the state was seized by former Lady and Architect Titania Hawksong and Prince Belestram Sylvaeri. Following the treasonous rebellion, the Dominion reorganised its constituent states into three districts: Irrinor, Velunor, and Valleinor. Norseth’onn - Land Born of the Void would be renamed to the latter; Valleinor - Land of Water, which reflected the natural beauty of the upper district. Titania and Belestram reconstructed the district with a particular vision in mind -- they desired for the district to be a peaceful home to the Elder Houses of Elvendom, dedicated to the memory of Malin. The Reformed Vision of Valleinor It is now that the District of Valleinor experiences yet another reformation, spearheaded by the current Lord of Valleinor, Ceruberr Asul’Ailer. As it stands, the district’s citizens are predominantly mali’aheral -- as might be expected given its architecture and arcane history. The district also houses a number of guilds, including: The Mage’s Guild, The Enchantry, and the Celestial Order. Given the quantity of magi and arcane-affiliated guilds which are situated within, the district has attracted a great number of scholars and arcanists to its ivory heights. Looking to the future, it is the intention of Lord Ceruberr Asul’Ailer to combine the visions of his predecessors in the reformation of Valleinor, as is encapsulated in his dictum for the district: Hileia’sae Maehr’ehya -- Spreading Peace & Wisdom. Firstly, the District of Valleinor will continue to serve as the Dominion’s home of both arcane and scientific research -- a haven where scholars may conduct their studies safely and under the watchful eye of both the District Lord/Lady and the Lord/Lady Enchanter. Any and all significant matters of sorcery, creation of potentially volatile arcane devices, unlawful use of magic, and voidal anomalies must be reported to either the District Lord/Lady or the Lord/Lady Enchanter. This is to ensure that a high standard of arcane practice is enforced and that the treason the Dominion faced at the hands of Ac’Aelu will never be felt again. Secondly, the District of Valleinor proudly houses a number of well-respected elvish Talonnii (bloodlines). One need only provide the District Lord with said records to have their family recorded in the Bloodlines of Valleinor. Furthermore, certain Talonnii that prove themselves to be diligent, reputable, and dignified members of society, and can provide proof of their unsullied elvish blood, may be eligible for the status of Talonnii’laurir. Talonnii’laurir (noble bloodlines) are granted specific privileges including prioritised housing and a single representative seat upon elheial’tahu (The High Council - see “Governing Body of Valleinor” thread). Each individual member of a Talonnii’laurir will subsequently be regarded as mali’laurir (noble elf). A Lordly Invitation Lord Ceruberr Asul’Ailer, formally invites all mali’aheral and other elves of suitable stature to dwell within Valleinor. As it currently stands, mali’aheral are without a proper home upon the realm of Atlas. Venture to the upper district of Caras Eldar to reunite with your kin and do your part in contributing to the pursuit of wisdom of our people. Come take advantage of the accumulated wealth of knowledge the district and her people have to offer. Hone your skills and work alongside your fellow citizens toward the discovery of stimulating new breakthroughs for the betterment of the realm. For all housing enquiries, please contact the District Lord or an official steward of the Dominion. Nae lin celian anniler, lliran. ((To join the District of Valleinor Discord, please message me at: CaptainSheepy#7719 or @ me in the Dominion Discord)) Additional Screenshots Artistic Credit
  24. CaptainSheepy

    Bloodlines Of Valleinor

    HILEIA’SAE MAEHR’EHYA “Silver elves take heed: for the recording of one’s family ensures the continuance of our people’s health.” - The Bloodline Archive Since a time immemorial, tradition and history have guided the way of Elvenkind. Throughout this history, many names and deeds have been dedicated to the progression and prosperity of our kin. To ensure their memory isn’t like winter’s snow, wiped away by the new spring, their deeds and bloodlines shall be recorded. This is so that future generations may be inspired and aspire to follow in the footsteps of their forebears. By recording their memory, our ancestors are respected and their way of life is made eternal. Blood is inherited; tradition cannot fade. From the ruin which is the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya of Haelun’or, which has been warped and misinterpreted for centuries, rises a new dictum, one by which all residents of Valleinor will live by: hileia’sae maehr’ehya -- spreading peace and wisdom. Where the maehr’sae hiylun’ehya has ultimately failed in its spreading of wisdom and health, it is the desire of Valleinor to see peace prevail, as opposed to the chaos which has ensnared Haelun’or and her people for too long. For it is truly only during a time of peace that we can hope to focus on garnering newfound knowledge, and work to utilise said knowledge for the betterment of our people and the realm. However, just as our ancestors are remembered, so too must we remember that the initial intention of Haelun’or was a noble one. Back in the time of the most blessed, mali’aheral championed that they must keep their lineage free from blemish. By recording their line, Silver Elves keep proof of their exalted blood, and the names and deeds of their heritage are neither diluted nor lead into disregard by unbefitting individuals who may by chance inherit their blood. TALONNIIAN'LAURIR From our ancestors blood we also derive merit in the form of the Talonniian’laurir, the noble bloodlines of Valleinor. Not all bloodlines are equal. Some are virtuous and will follow and embody the hileia’sae maehr’ehya with more fervour while others will not. Therefore, it is only just that those with virtue are granted an elevated status, for silver and tin, while both metals, are not equal in lustre and worth. These noble bloodlines come to be via the following criteria, however, under special circumstances, the District Lord/Lady of Valleinor may grant the status to any them deem fit: firstly, their line must be without blemish and proof of this must be shown, the more generations back this can be proven, the better. Secondly, the bloodline must have at least two members who live and participate in the life of Valleinor. Thirdly, said members must have made notable contributions to the District of Valleinor and the hileia’sae maehr’ehya. There must also be a patriarch or matriarch of each Talonnii’laurir, who is initially the eldest member of the bloodline. The title of patriarch or matriarch is passed on via first of kin, however the one who holds the position and subsequently nominated to sit with elheial’tahu (The High Council) is determined internally by each Talonnii. It must also be noted that Talonniian’laurir are expected to be diligent, reputable, and dignified members of society who carry themselves with the knowledge that their words and deeds reflect upon that of their predecessors. This investiture of a bloodline by the District Lord/Lady grants the noble family a single seat upon elheial’tahu so that they may be directly involved in the continued governance of the district. Moreover, each individual within a Talonnii’laurir will be regarded as mali’laurir (noble elf). Step forth, mali, and scribe your lineage and the deeds of your blood for all to see. CURRENT TALONNIIAN'LAURIR Hawksong OOC: How to Format Your Own Bloodline Post
  25. CaptainSheepy

    Governing Body of Valleinor

    HILEIA’SAE MAEHR’EHYA The District Lord or Lady of each of the three constituent municipalities of the Dominion of Malin have developed distinct systems of local governance for their respective districts -- each reflective of the dominant culture therein. The District of Valleinor, situated within the heights of Caras Eldar, is no exception. As home of the arcane within the Dominion, the governing body has been organised in a manner so as to ensure the viability of controlled magical practice and research. Furthermore, in recognition of the Elder houses of Elvendom, the District Lord or Lady bears the right to name certain families as Talonniian’laurir (noble bloodlines). The ascension of a bloodline to this status is typically the result of a prolonged demonstration of loyalty to the district, and by extension, the Dominion of Malin. This investiture of a bloodline grants the noble family a single seat upon elheial’tahu (The High Council) so that they may be directly involved in the continued governance of the district. As it stands, the foremost figure of authority within the District of Valleinor is the District Lord or Lady. It is the Lords and Ladies of the Dominion that represent the rights and powers of the three district municipalities. Vetted with authority by the people of their districts in an election called by the Mortal King in his throne room, the members of the House of Lords are held to a rigorous standard, expected to serve for twelve years (3 Elven months) before facing reelection. Each candidate for these elections must publicly give a concise speech of their ambitions, past services, and goals for their term in office. The duties of each governing body of Valleinor, as established by the King Kairn Ithelanen and Lord Ceruberr Asul’Ailer, are outlined below. ELHEIAL'TAHU - THE HIGH COUNCIL DISTRICT LORD / LADY The House of Lords representative for the District of Valleinor. They are tasked with writing district-wide laws, arranging public work projects, events and general maintenance of the district. The District Lord or Lady holds the right to both ascend bloodlines to Talonniian’laurir status and to revoke this status as they deem fit. It is also the Lord or Lady’s responsibility to arrange regular metings with elheial’tahu. LORD CERUBERR ASUL'AILER ((CaptainSheepy)) LORD / LADY ENCHANTER The Lord / Lady Enchanter represents matters of sorcery in the upper district of Valleinor. It is their duty to handle approval for arcane devices, practices and to ensure that the district is kept clean from rifts, tearing, and voidal sewage. [Picture] [RP Name] [MC Username] ELHEIAL'TAHU - THE HIGH COUNCIL The High Council is composed of the District Lord or Lady, Lord or Lady Enchanter, and the matriarch or patriarch of the Talonniian’laurir. In addition to these individuals, the District Lord may also ask the leaders of prominent guilds within the district to attend council meetings. The High Council will regularly convene to discuss matters of important within the District.
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