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scratch_flannigan
12:39:23 PM 01/19/20
Nature Night begins in about 1.5 hours from the time of this post. That will be 2pm CST (GMT -6).

Please check page 1 of the Nature Night: Phase 4 thread to see the map to the Wild Grove where we meet !

I will be on as Malam. Please shoot a tell to me with any questions.

Glognar
02:57:28 AM 01/19/20
Not sure if my original account was #14 or #33, it's early '04 regardless, but we had a forum on the BioWare site before this one so say I joined Thain late '03... Damn 16 years. Turned 34 in December. 😎🍻 Cheers Thain Family!

scratch_flannigan
11:53:50 PM 01/18/20
Looks like 33 to 47 for me!

C_McG
09:47:54 PM 01/18/20
Oh, just passed by 14 year mark. That would be 30 -> 44 for me.

dontyouknow
08:49:54 PM 01/18/20
25 then, 38 now for me.

Izral
02:07:57 PM 01/18/20
16 > 31 for me.

Zhymm
01:40:53 PM 01/18/20
Young whipper/snappers ... my profile says I joined this forum in 2004 (over 15 years ago). I was a spry 53 YO.

Jandari
01:28:03 PM 01/18/20
35-46

Dogbert
01:12:24 PM 01/18/20
15->31 here!

Jandari
01:11:33 PM 01/18/20
when i started, i mean.



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Corlupi
08:29:29 AM 05/18/18
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My kin

Many hundred moons ago when our ancestors sailed to this island under one banner, we made a vow to our makers, to our ancestors and descendants, and to ourselves: that the elven people on Thain would always stand together.

We have dishonoured that promise. We have disgraced our ancestors. We have stained that very essence which makes us elf-kind.

Before we succumb to the beckons of the Great War, I ask that you meet with me. At least this once, under the gaze of our makers and our forefathers, we shall meet as kin. As one people.

Renneleth Margaladhon,
Huntmaster of the Tel'Mordere Talon and Decay Tribe


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This event will take place Sunday very early my time (08.30-09.00 GMT +1), which, I think, is a good time for our US/Canada players wishing to attend.

The prerequisite to attend is that your character is an elf and that they are a member of one of the following factions: Feywood, Greenvale, Poisonwood or Tel'Mordere.

I look forward to seeing you!

[ Edited 12:48:45 PM 05/18/18 ]

Renneleth Margaladhon: Huntmaster. Hope-Bringer.
Renneleth's Stories: Fatus Conexi, An Sestainell, Feywars, Elfmeet, An Seste, Rusvantan, Parma Tel'Quessir, Agarwoth, Perya Anta, Perya Heledh

Cassia Aurelia: The Red Woman. Fireblood.
Cassia's Stories: Fatus Conexi, Nunquam non Paratus, Ludi Gladiatorius, Codex Caelestis, Instaurare Omnia in Lux, Deus Vult, Omnes Contra Sortes, Sanguis Mundi, Ne Plus Ultra

"To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am.'"

― O. R. Melling, The Book of Dreams
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Cuchuwyn
04:55:38 AM 05/20/18


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(( OOC: If this is too spoilery let me know and I can edit/remove certain things.))

The Lay of the Elfmeet: The Gathering of Kin

As sung by Mors Cuthran


The one-eyed spoke with voice of thunder
calling all those who live and wander
between the trees in forest glades
to a place beyond, where few have strayed.

He bade them sit and garb themselves
with clothing made for simple elves
of a time long past before shadows fell,
dividing the people of the asphodel.

He spoke of times now long gone
when the elves of Thain had lived as one,
and asked if there was any way
to end the elves' divide this day.

Then Gaylon spoke, of Feywood fair,
with candles lighting his golden hair,
to ask the question in every mind:
what peace looks like to elven kind.

The Spyder hissed forth a dire reply:
"Which of you has never gone to spy
or to kill my people in our forests deep,
to betray our ancients' eternal sleep."

"Blood for blood", comes the refrain.
"Blood for blood, and blood again.
Your people's bows find deadly marks,
their swords light up the groves with sparks."

The Spyder, unmoved, speaks of Lord Syann,
and of the power he had won.
"But at what cost?!" cry the others.
The one-eyed stands to calm his brothers.

He speaks of Talyrenne and Syann,
Who saved greenwood when the darkness began,
How Syann was cursed by Uultak cruel,
to darken the bright Elven jewel.

Kylynyl asks, caution in mind,
"Does Poisonwood not hold with demon-kind?
Do they not welcome any and all
who would cause their enemies to fall?"

The blind Ekka then did see
a course laid out by rock and tree,
the poison lifted, the people free,
then spoke the keeper Mialee.

She spoke of houses long since sundered
their heirs killed and their vaults plundered.
Beset by enemies on all sides,
they faught each other, and so they died.

With hawk's feather gleaming, Iskaria speaks,
she tells of a life alone and bleak,
an aerie hidden from all below,
her people's purpose, dying slow.

But Kylynyl is not yet satisfied.
"What of the children that have died?"
"And," says Spyder, "what of you?
Have not your people killed children too?"

An offer made then, on the green,
to put aside the blade again,
to work together as kin once more,
to remove the curse from forest floor.

Gaylon bears, for all to see,
the cursÚd mark of poisoned tree,
But Spyder marks a different scene,
an elf in thrall of a traitor queen.

"And what," Spyder asks, "of the Tel'Mordere?
In this council, where are they?
For they attack and do worse still,
feasting on those they do not kill."

The one-eyed replies that he is such,
and that they too seek a uniting touch.
But in this all the Spyder sees
Is a toothier kind of treachery.

A din of sound, a rush of words,
hands find themselves on hilts of swords
before blind Ekka's lightning bolt
shocks those who would think of revolt.

Another offer, to watch, to wait,
to see if trust can conquer hate,
but even still there are those
who fear this all will end in blows.

The shadows deepen once again,
but the elves have met now as kin.
The sun rises on their trees once more.
Will it ever set on their war?


[ Edited 03:12:34 PM 05/21/18 ]

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Melphaecto: Erinyes with a Grudge
Agni: Arcane Smith
Mors: Tombsinger
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Corlupi
05:50:30 AM 11/16/18
Awooo

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Location: Denmark
Posts: 2749
My kin

It has been many moons since last we spoke under the starlit canopies of Athantaure (Woods Beyond). Many words were spoken, and promises were made. It is high time we revisit these to see if we can move onward as one people.

Renneleth Margaladhon,
Huntmaster of the Tel'Mordere Talon and Decay Tribe


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This event will take place Sunday Dec. 2. very early my time (06.30-07.00 GMT +1), which, I think, is a good time for our US/Canada players wishing to attend.

Like during the first Elfmeet, the prerequisite to attend is that your character is an elf and that they are a member of one of the following factions: Feywood, Greenvale, Poisonwood or Tel'Mordere. Drow will be shot on sight!

I look forward to seeing you!

Renneleth Margaladhon: Huntmaster. Hope-Bringer.
Renneleth's Stories: Fatus Conexi, An Sestainell, Feywars, Elfmeet, An Seste, Rusvantan, Parma Tel'Quessir, Agarwoth, Perya Anta, Perya Heledh

Cassia Aurelia: The Red Woman. Fireblood.
Cassia's Stories: Fatus Conexi, Nunquam non Paratus, Ludi Gladiatorius, Codex Caelestis, Instaurare Omnia in Lux, Deus Vult, Omnes Contra Sortes, Sanguis Mundi, Ne Plus Ultra

"To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am.'"

― O. R. Melling, The Book of Dreams
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Corlupi
01:24:26 AM 11/29/18
Awooo

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Joined: 10:48:33 AM 11/27/12
Location: Denmark
Posts: 2749
// I will unfortunately have to call a rain check on this one as I have to run errands all early Sunday. I will bump the thread when I have another date ready.

Renneleth Margaladhon: Huntmaster. Hope-Bringer.
Renneleth's Stories: Fatus Conexi, An Sestainell, Feywars, Elfmeet, An Seste, Rusvantan, Parma Tel'Quessir, Agarwoth, Perya Anta, Perya Heledh

Cassia Aurelia: The Red Woman. Fireblood.
Cassia's Stories: Fatus Conexi, Nunquam non Paratus, Ludi Gladiatorius, Codex Caelestis, Instaurare Omnia in Lux, Deus Vult, Omnes Contra Sortes, Sanguis Mundi, Ne Plus Ultra

"To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am.'"

― O. R. Melling, The Book of Dreams
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Corlupi
01:31:58 AM 07/10/19
Awooo

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My kin

I will commit to words what all of you already know in your hearts. Our people are suffering like never before. We barely weathered the Kinswar. We paid for the Great War with more fathers and mothers, husbands and wives, sons and daughters dead on the battlefield than have survived to carry on our legacy. Perhaps we were too complacent in the aftermath of these two wars; perhaps we thought to weather the storm with pride, or perhaps we thought there would be no storm at all. In that, my kin, we were gravely mistaken.

All three of our forests - Feywood, Greenvale and Heartwood - are beset by all sides. In Feywood, the darkfey are encroaching on the City of Leaves with alarming haste. You know that we suffered a terrible defeat at their hand, that the wall the Builder built has fallen. Feywood is isolated now, our people there hoping against hope that they will somehow, somehow desperately, prevail. In the City of Elisara, our kin have barely risen from the ashes of Bloodwinged's rampage. Now they watch with terror in their eyes as creatures born of alien worlds chip away at their defenses and the too few sons they have left to defend their home. And Heartwood, though the Tel'Mordere be a proud and unrelenting people, they too must admit to loss. Kallista has defiled the Stag King's Grove, having struck at the very heart of their forest. In the north, defending Feywood, the Tel'Mordere have lost even more of their children. And now, betraying their promise from the last Elfmeet, Poisonwood musters for war. While our forests throb with pain and our people reel in desperation, Syann's children fill their hearts with glee and expand their borders unchecked.

To this I say, my brother and sisters, no more!

Are we so proud that we will not build bridges between our peoples even when extinction beckons on our doorstep? Are we so proud that we shall watch each other die before we stretch out a hand toward unity? How many more battles must I fight and lose, how many more brothers and sisters must I bury before our elders and sovereigns hearken to our weeping hearts? If we cannot live as we once did, as one people, then by the Seldarine, let us at least fight and die as one people! Let me gladly and proudly be the first to offer to lay down my life not for Feywood, Greenvale or Heartwood, but all our people who have not forsaken their vows, gods and heritage.

Renneleth Margaladhon,
Son of Feywood
Brother to Greenvale
Huntmaster of the Tel'Mordere Talon and Decay Tribe


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This event will take place Sunday post Nature Night, July 14, at approximately 22.00-23.00 GMT+1.

The prerequisite to attend is that your character is an elf and that they are a member of or affiliated with one of the following factions: Feywood, Greenvale or Tel'Mordere.

I look forward to seeing you!

Renneleth Margaladhon: Huntmaster. Hope-Bringer.
Renneleth's Stories: Fatus Conexi, An Sestainell, Feywars, Elfmeet, An Seste, Rusvantan, Parma Tel'Quessir, Agarwoth, Perya Anta, Perya Heledh

Cassia Aurelia: The Red Woman. Fireblood.
Cassia's Stories: Fatus Conexi, Nunquam non Paratus, Ludi Gladiatorius, Codex Caelestis, Instaurare Omnia in Lux, Deus Vult, Omnes Contra Sortes, Sanguis Mundi, Ne Plus Ultra

"To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am.'"

― O. R. Melling, The Book of Dreams
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Cuchuwyn
07:39:14 PM 07/14/19


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The Lay of the Elfmeet: Shadows Grow

As sung by Mors Cuthran



The huntmaster bid them come once more
To a shattered land on a distant shore,
Where the air itself holds its breath,
Where the only sound is the sound of death.

Changed is he called Renneleth,
Once an elf, now perhaps a myth,
He cuts himself to the bone
To welcome them to his adopted home.

He tells them of his former life,
A Feywood elf, a forest knife,
Now he haunts the deadly groves
of the Tel'mordere in their bloodsoaked droves.

He bids them greet each other as brothers,
Stepping aside to hear from others,
First speaks Kellendill, of Greenvale's house,
With a fervor no foe could douse.

Next Bor'el, also of Elisara's home,
A healer among the elves who roam,
The Keeper Mialee and Iskaria the Bright,
Both present again on this fateful night.

Ymraith, of the Tel'mordere tribe,
A carrion priest, death's own scribe,
Finally a maiden who spoke one word of her lore,
"Quincy" said she, and nothing more.

The huntmaster insists they must be unified,
That divisions among them must be cast aside,
But the poisoned wood's fighting will not cease,
A war they wage with no eye for peace.

And so the rest must stand united,
Lest the entire isle be shadowed and blighted,
This is the future the huntmaster sees,
A merged elfdom under the trees.

Mialee speaks of the corrupted hordes
Which threaten to overwhelm the elven lords,
Shadowed beasts following an unknown master,
Bringing with them ruin and disaster.

Feywood defeated, their great trees splintered,
The woods beyond seized by unnatural winter,
Greenvale assaulted and fading fast,
How long can elf-kind yet last?

But Mialee speaks too of the embers of hope,
A pair of travelers from beyond the world's scope,
Drawn by some force to Davenshire,
Where cursed ground may yet inspire.

But from that place comes a sickness,
A malady that kills with surpassing quickness
Bor'el confesses its nature is unknown
To see it in one is to see their gravestone.

Even so, the elves of the north must flee,
Lest they be swallowed by a darkfey sea,
Appeals are made for the desperate refugees
To find shelter among the Greenvale's trees.

Plans are made for desperate times,
Soldiers needed as their funeral bell chimes,
A request is made for the spirits I charm,
The dead to keep the living from harm.

But my price was too high for the huntmaster's liking,
He found his sensibilities pricked, my offer disquieting,
Well and good to call from the non-elven dead,
His own people would continue to lay in their final bed.

His own body, too, he refused to give,
If this war he should not outlive,
And so I took my leave of that place,
Looking once more into every face.

Perhaps the elves will yet survive,
Perhaps they will somehow contrive
A way to pierce this endless night,
And in doing so they shall unite
All children borne of the tree.
Dear listener: We shall see. We shall see.

[ Edited 07:47:23 PM 07/14/19 ]

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