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🕒♦Emiril of Taltoua: (**)
🕒♠Silmataurea

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🕒♠Silmataurea: there done e_e one one city profile complate.
🕒♠Silmataurea: ((test))
🕒♠Annabella: (there finally o-o)
🕒♠Aislinn Athdara

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🕒♠Aislinn Athdara

: *Meanwhile in present day the young elf Aislinn practice hard at her blade dance, as all her squad did t his morning, the way they moved their elven long blades was like a dance, the swards themselves rippled with magic, as the moved from form to form, every move like a graceful dance, but clearly a deadly one should they cross blades with an enemy. Those trained in the art of the blade who saw this would know what the dance was, it was like the fluid moves of a swordsman on a battle field surrounded by enemies and fighting to stay alive, the twisting and fluid moving of the formations where of one avoiding the blows of an enemies blade, spears or arrows, the magic that ran down the blade served both to sharpen the edge of the blades as well as weave a minor shield around it's user. Aislinn however seemed to form water around her with the dance. This was only a light use of magic very few of the Tel'quessir used magic, most shunned it but not the blade danders and woodland lords of the people of Silmataurea. These were elves who had chosen to take up the mental and duty of keeping their people safe, it had been almost one hundred years since they had escaped the enslavement of the dark elves, they home Silmataurea now lay cursed but the forest around it was shrouded in a mist Aislinn herself had called forth with the aid of her spirit guide to hide her people, but every now and then a few would step out of the mist into small clearings within the forest to train in groups, or to trade of find supplies. They would be at this training for an hour or so, so that they kept their edge, once done Aislinn would step away from the group and walk to a bucket of water and splash the content on herself to cool down before going to her rucksack and taking out a small pouch of dried fruits and eating a few. Looking around she would give a sigh. She had still been a young girl when the drow raided their home and talk most of them as slaves, the curse that had taken the city had been a mix of a defensive spell meeting a drow attack spell. While she had freed some of her people from it's repeating the same day effects, but even now they still had no way to lift it and return to their homes. There had already been so many battles to stay free. The mist was their best defence, humans and drow alike would be lost in it for days and it would take the mists caster to free them of the traps, or a guide to show them the path to one of their currently no nomadic camps. Aislinn would sit down on a fallen tree log, like always forever pondering the situation of her people. Something she always seemed to ponder endlessly. She had been one of their heros in underdark leading a slave rebellion and leading her people to safety, but she was always reminding them she was not alone in that act, her brother and a few friendly underdark dwellers had helped to. Some at the cost of their lives or worse turned drider.
Sometimes she was glad she had little to no memory of before underdark save for the fact she knew Silmataurea was her home and that her father had been a hero in a war against humans. There were other things she remembered but she was for now just content to be alive, at least until she could find a way to return her people home once more.*
🕒♠Valisilwen Athdara

: *Sometime in the distant past, the young seemingly half elf wondered a human town, just after dusk. She was known as Valisilwen. She would check out the towns looking for elves, humans in this era had a thing for capturing them from "the wild" and turn them into slaves. Half elves held a higher rank then these poor elves, however humans also feared the half elves to. But she was different, each time she found an elf she would check their health condition and no human dared question her. everyone assumed she was from a noble family and did not dare to cross her path. They were not wrong, her father was indeed of noble birth among vampires. once she'd inspected all the slaves she would leave the town, sighing, she hated to see the elves like this, looking up at the nights moon she'd noticed it was a blood red again* "hmm third night in a row, a bad omen for mortal kind" *she would smirk to herself before looking around to see if she was being followed, on seeing and sensing no one she would suddenly turn into a mist and drift off into the forest. she knew tomorrow would also bring another blood moon, this meant she would have to move fast now to trigger the prophesy, and save the elves from this state of slavery. She knew that many would remember her as the bad guy for this, but she felt it was her duty to at least part of who and what she was. After about a mile of drifting she would reconstitute herself near a rock pool in the middle of an untamed forest, here a small oak tree grew in the middle of a small bar of earth where a strange Diamond shaped split in the river had formed. she would peer into the water which to her eyes gave her images of time to come, actions she must undertake to set things right between the races, but this was going to mean hundreds of years of war.* "I see.. so that's how it has to be, very well." *She would then draw her clawed thumb across the palm of her left hand cutting it to make it bleed, before clenching it to make it bleed quicker and letting her blood drip into the water around the small tree as she spoke then the tel'quessir, her eyes would turn red as she did as magic circles appeared around her and the tree* "brien a' sinome re ya naa en' amin agar a' i' sii'. let coiasira tara ar' omenta vee' er. Amin yala lle sii', tul a a' amin coiasira ar' be i' me'a ron anta, let elven nostale au' natula leitha" (("bring to here she who is of my blood to the now. let time cross and meet as one. I summon you now, come to my time and be the light they need, let elven kind again become free")) *with this the magic circles around her would bind into the tree, at this point the small sapling started to warp and grow at speed, it's roots twisting around the pool of water lifting it into a bowl like shape that would refill from the spring around it. The spell completed the tree stopped for now at the size of an oak tree in it's first one hundred years of life, the bound of time placed upon it with blood magic, and the pool of farseeing was now grown, but only those who were deemed worthy by the now sentient tree would be able to use it, she now placed her still bleeding hand upon the tree closing her eyes. “I name you now the tree of life, you for now you stand alone and bare the name Silmataurea, you are the first born of the elfin trees, from the elves will once again find home and freedom.”
Valisilwen would then take her hand away feeling a little dizzy from now being weakened from the spell, she turned back into mist and would drift off deeper into the depths of the forest. She must now find away to replenish her blood lest she became like a common vampire. This was one of those nights where she was glad that a dampire could recover from the simple act of eating normal food like any mortal, she hated praying on the blood of others and she would refrain from doing so for as long as she could. with this in mind she would once again drift away into the forest to look for food, the spell was cast and the dark prophesy would soon reveal it's self.*
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