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Mordiazi Neus, Past Voice of the Council Voice Mordiazi Neus was born on the last day of the year in 310, year of the Golden Panther. His family lived in a quiet village of two or three tree houses just east of Leth Deriel. It consists of his father, Gerlendal Neus,who is 952 years of age to date. His mother, Caliandra Neus, keeps the place tidy and basically takes care of old Gerlendal. Incidentally, Gerlendal was a foot soldier in the Elven army during the War of Resistance and fought many battles. Mordiazi had two brothers and a sister. The late Straffus faded and was a member of the bards guild, his brother Torlian is presently a member of the Warrior Mage guild and married to the council's Ranger Advisor, Maedow. His sister, Ashalyn, is currently a member of the rangers guild. Mordiazi attended the Izma Ru'ef university in Leth Deriel from the year 342 to 349. He focused on history and politics. In 349, he decided to stay at the university as an assistant professor until the year 354. In 354, he left Leth Deriel for the first time in his life and joined the Bard's guild. He soon moved to a culture that was closer to his own and settled in Shard. During his time in Shard he fought against the Gorbesh with his brother Torlian, defending the temples and gates from attack. Some time during the next four years, he returned once again to Leth Deriel. After hearing of the strife, lack of confidence and understanding in the cities government he sought a way to make it better. In 358, he decided to form a traditional Elven government, a council. This council was first made up of just himself and his friends, all eager to build a better future for their home. Soon it grew and grew. They became public and sought the recognition of the Provincial government. The rest is well known to you. For now, Mordiazi Neus is happy and very involved in his work as Voice of the Dirge Council.
Marietta Cumhaill, Emissary of Dirge Council Marietta's oldest memory is of Crossings in the year 359 after the Victory of Lanival. After waking up at the Northeast gate with serious head and chest wounds, she was helped by a young bard, Marque. In the earlier days of her stay in Crossings, she was lead by Gauthus's hawk to the Warrior Mage tower where she joined the guild. After joining the guild she researched her past with Marque's help. Her only connection to her past was a pair of bite marks on her ankle and a tattoo of faint serpentine knot work weaving through the marks. Neither she nor anyone she asked could make out the bite marks and the knot work. As she researched more about her past to no avail, she started having nightmares she couldn't remember. One night she woke up screaming from a nightmare to see her friend Marque gone. She never heard from him again. But the nightmares never left her. A few years after her arrival in Crossings, Marietta met Mordiazi and Elstaire of the Leth Deriel Council at the Ice Fest. After spending a day full of politics and mysteries with them, Mordiazi invited her to meet the members of the Leth Deriel Council, which she accepted right away. Soon after meeting everyone, she was a member of the Council. Marietta has been through one fairly short marriage. Currently she is with someone who she has thought as her soul mate since she met him in her early days in Crossings. Marietta is still continuing her work with the Dirge Council, Warrior Mage guild, Aether Cabal and the research of her misty past.
Lilathe
tansley, Warrior Mage Advisor
Nightly the swift cadence of thundering hooves pounds rhythmically beneath me. The winds swirl my tangled hair and Bizar’s mane whips across my face. I feel the warmth of the summer sun still rise from the plains beneath us. Like the whisper of the ocean in a shell my ear hears the singsong voices of chants passed along through the centuries from mother to daughter. Songs from the time of Mother Celestidhl and Father Keloryon remind me of betrayals and celebrations from eons past. Lives lost and battles hard fought, the Time of Sorrows and the Time of the Clans, the slumber of the World Dragon, if it has been witnessed it has been sung of. Bizar gathers herself to leap into the darkness, then springs, and I awaken abruptly. Momentarily startled I shake myself into wakefulness and shed a tear for my lost homeland and those I left behind not so long ago. I gaze at Kzin silently and give thanks to the Gods for bringing him into my life. By Elven terms my tale shall be short. To those not of the luck to have been born Elven I make no apology for it’s length. I came into being on a windy summer day in the tiny Wind Elf enclave of Alolan Cebelac in the 300th year following the victory of Lanival the Redeemer in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare. Upon seeing me the Namer of the clan pronounced that for the time being I would be known as Arinen "swift", Jadi "magic", as I had sprung forth quickly into the world and my mother, Matron Alai, foresaw that as time swept on I would become enamored with the magical arts. My early years passed rapidly. I work diligently alongside my father, Kirdoran, caring for our small herd of horses. Living within the Horse Clan territory allowed us to have an ever-changing market for selling or trading our much sought after steeds. My many sisters and I spent many idyllic days racing our horses and traveling across the plains in search of the best pastureland. My youth was carefree but at a young age I began to feel the yearning toward the magical arts that my mother had predicted. In the spring of my 48th year I gathered up my backpack and started the long and arduous trek to the Crossing where I could learn that art. My elder sister, Sakita, had joined the Warrior mage guild several years earlier and she introduced me to several excellent teachers. My mind was quickly immersed in learning the intricacies of properly tapping into my inherent powers and delicately tuning them to either tear off the leg of a blue bellied crocodile or to bring forth a fork of brilliant lightning that would not sizzle the skin off of my hands and stun me deaf, dumb, and blind. During my second year at Arhat tower a mad mage, Mibluc, went on a rampage and destroyed the guild along with setting fourth powerful volcanic eruptions that reeked havoc along the NTR. Feeling overwhelmed by the turbulence of the Crossing and the destruction of my guild I retreated to the secluded forest safety of Leth Deriel and set forth to resume my studies as I might at Izma Ru'ef university. Not long after this the Gorbesh Wars began. Perhaps you may say that I shirked my duty when I retreated deeper into the woods and I say to you that it was necessary for my sanity. Overwhelmed with grief when my elder sister Sakita walked into the stillness of the forest and Faded into Oblivion, dazed by the loss of my guild, I simply say to you that I could not abide seeing the destruction across the countryside outside of my small hideaway. Please do not judge me harshly, I have attempted to redeem myself in the ongoing war with Lord Sorrow. I have made new friends in Leth Deriel. Perhaps it is ironic that soon after I made their acquaintance we were immediately sent forth into service in the wrecked town of Dirge, which may perhaps be an unpleasant comeuppance to me for not having fought against Mibluc. I now spend my days carrying out my duties as the Warrior Mage advisor to the Dirge government, practicing my magical arts under the tutelage of the most demanding of guild leaders, Gauthus, serving my duties as an Apostle, and traveling back and forth from Dirge and my idyllic tree house in Leth Deriel with my beloved Kzin. I pray to the Gods daily that at some time in the not too distant future the way back to my home will again be passable.
By my own hand, Catwalker Arinen Jadi Lilathe tansley
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Illustrations are from LES TRÈS RICHES HEURES DU DUC DE BERRY (Months of the Year) 15th Century, Musée Condé, Château de Chantilly, France. It is without doubt the ultimate calendar ever created. About the year 1410, The Duke of Berry entrusted Paul Limbourg and his brothers with the illumination of the Très Riches Heures. Never before had a calendar been illuminated with such magnificent full page miniatures, depicting scenes in the life of the court and the surrounding countryside. 75 years were spent on producing this unique piece and the Duke himself did not live to see the completion of his book.
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