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Welcome Traveler,
You have stepped beyond the veil of the civilized world and entered a vast wilderness, remote and covered in herbs and tall plants. The County's towns and cities seems to blend into the natural world around it rather than having been cut from it. Tall trees and bushy plants seem to occupy the bustling streets of each city as if they were citizens just like the menn and womenn going about their days.
This is The VeilTongues, a County designed with the mission of unraveling the arts and sciences of nature. If you are a soul bent on discovering the roving of the stars and planets, the medical and dastardly products concocted from herbs, the training and breeding of animals, or the simple questions of "why?", this may be your home.
Currently VeilTongues is planned for the Kingdom of Vornair, in the Duchy of The Conclave of Aritaur.
If you wish to make a living as an herbalist, apothecary, astronomer, tamer, breeder, or any form of natural scientist please consider settling in The VeilTongues. We greet all and judge none. The hawk and the bat, the stag and the wolf stand in balance, neither being evil and neither of good.
Sincerely,
Count D'Tarin HjartaSeiðr, HighTongue of The VeilTongues, "The Soul of Mann is Magic Enough"
“I cannot see!” screamed the High Enchantress tearing the veil from her eyes. “My vision, my art. Where have they gone? Where have I gone…” the screams became once more a silent mumble and sob. The woman’s dark eyes pooled with blood and dripped crimson onto her white dress and fingers. The binding around her wrists were soaked in deep crusted brown blood, and she wept openly.
The villagers darted quickly across the square trying not to notice the Enchantress. Rumors had been coming in for months about the burning of Magic. A vast majority of the towns people were gathered to hear the words of the elders. Villages all around spoke about the insanity of their enchanters, touch healers, chanters, mages, sorcerers and the like. All menn of magic had burnt out and were lost.
The Enchantress had lost her sanity two fortnight ago and the screaming had diminished the spirit of the once proud townsfolk to ghosts of their previous selves. Even the elders looked dismayed, all except the naturalist DaTorak HjartaSeiðr, his head was held high. Despite being the youngest of the elders, he seemed the only left with spirit and certainty of self. DaTorak stepped forward, “People of the Veil, the calamity is real, magic has been wrenched from the world of Mann, it’s influence can no longer guide us and give us light. We must come out of this and stand as a people, we must not…”
A wicked scream erupted from the Enchantress, “You fools, you empty creatures, you may never exist without us, the world will burned without out magical sight, you are lost you are…” The gurgling stopped as DaTorak stepped forward knife in hand, gripping the Enchantress by the chin, pulls out her tongue. In a smooth motion DaTorak slashes the bright pink muscle from the woman's mouth. The dark woman falls to the floor thrashing about, blind and dumb, gurgles issue forth from her mouth and a pink froth envelops her face, dripping down to the ground.
“The time of magic has moved past us” bellows DaTorak, “now is the time of spirit and hope. We must stand strong, and use our wits, if one day magic returns to us our minds must be sharp enough to gather it once more into our brilliance. Until that time, out tongues shall remain veiled and our mystical knowledge will be help close. To each Mann, we on the council charge you with the discovery of the deeper quieter magic of nature. Foster the knowledge this world has for you, and do not hold to the magics of the past. The soul of Mann is magic enough!”
The current leader of The VeilTongues, D'Tarian HjartaSeiðr, was once a Baron of the great Kingdom of Blackheart, in the Duchy of Darkholm. He thrived as a master apothecary, friend to the Duke Ages of Avalon, and Professor at the Academy of Agravaine. However recent events forced the Baron to leave Blackheart taking refuge in Vornair.
The Dire, an ancient sec of deep woods wolves, smelled change and destruction in the wind. They spoke with the High Tongue and demanded that they remove themselves from the Kingdom immediately and find a new home. The concept of leaving his home tore the Elder apart emotionally and he lost all hope, but heading the words of the wise Dire Queen, D'Tarian began a long trek out of Blackheart and into the open arms of Vornair.
Upon their arrival in Vornair the Tongues were greeted by High Queen Asami Rhyne and the Lofi Jarl Duchess Aleerayn Aritaur. The Lofi and The High Tongue D'Tarian hit it off instantly and became close friends. The entirety of The VeilTongues found their home in The Conclave of Aritaur where D'Tarian was raised to the title of Count, and the The VeilTongues grew from a small village into a thriving County, at it's center the forested city of The Thicket.
Late into the night, an evening of a new moon, when the sky's light is drown in overcast; wolves prowl through the village square. A solitary leffit scarmbles up the side of a building, scurrying along the edge of a roof, watching in silence
A group of six wolves the size of horses roam in a circle around the village center, angry and looking for blood. The windows are all dark except for a single lantern sitting on a windowsill in a solitary house.
A distant howl echos and the wolves all repeat the bemoaned scream into the sky and set off towards the road leading to the capital.
The single lantern rocks as if a wind is blowing it, it tilts off the windowsill and into the house, moments later flames lick up at the rooftops. Soon the house is ablaze. The town rests silent except the rage of the flames. The lone leffit scrambles across the roof, away from the flames, finding her way to the ground. Bounding through the grass, she puts distance between herself and the burning city, turning to watch the flames. The flames engulf the house and jumps to houses next to it ignoring the trees spotting the village.
Soon the entire village is alight. everyone from distant Agravaine can see the burning.
A large grove of trees sits apart, a tall old growth copse with beastly trees, trunks as thick as a shed, and height reaching up to the skies, peering up it seems as if the trees are tickling the underbelly of the clouds. Around the copse is a valley meadow, the meadow expands out 100 years a in each direction before disappearing into a dense forest.
Within the grove a sound alien to the woods, that of hammers on nails, a wood-saws indicates that construction has begun. However not a single behemoth of a tree from within the copse has been harmed. The houses and lodge are constructed in such a fashion that they marry the small grove. The village and copse are becoming one, a living breathing harmony of Mann and wilderness. The Tongues, the people of this village busy themselves with laughter and hard work, never showing the tracks of long travel, or regaining on their faces. In the center of the copse, there is a snap pool fed by a steam that travels from one end of the meadow to the other. At the edge of this pool sits a massive wolf the size of a horse. The wolf sits frozen and still, her eyes carefully inspecting the construction going up around her. At her side stands a white haired man, in deep green robes of finest wool, the smell of the deep forest seems to cling to him more than it does to the trees cascading overhead. The VeilTongues have found their new home, and the man and the Queen of the Dire stand in deep conversation. These are all good things, this is a good new and beautiful start.
The VeilTongues are now accepting applications for anyone interested in helping to run a County as a Councilor, as well we are lookign for Barons, Mayors, and Guilds looking for a home.
County Council positions open, if you wish to help run a County, but you don't wish to invest the $500 to play a Count, I need you on my council to manage the complexities of CoE royal life.
I am proud stand beside you in the Conclave. And more importantly, to stand beside you in battle!
The Herald: Taken By Sir Alvy Jorlene: Stand in the place of The HighTongue when he is away from The VeilTongues. With the Count acting as Chancellor to the esteemed house of Aritaur, the Viscount Speaker will be responsible for general management of the County in his stead.
Councilor of Structure: Manage the physical resources of The VeilTongues. Assist in management of taxes, trade, and infrastructure.
Councilor of Wisdom: Manage all intellectual, economic, and spiritual matters within The VeilTongues. Help manage contracts with churches, schools, associations, and guilds.
Sherif: This is position is responsible for all military, militia, and justice within The VeilTongues.
A wonderful post my friend, were I to be playing on the same server then there is no other place I would want to play. The culture and role play in the veils is truly amazing and a joy to share in.
Still in search of capable players that wish to help govern a County and see it grow. Also looking for Crafters who desire free access to crafting space.
Hello everyone! I am the Viscount of this County. This is a really lovely county to be in! D'Tarian is a very warm and welcoming Count, and he will do his best to make sure you fit in, not just in his own County but the Duchy as well.
Some highpoints of this county: *There will be laws preventing religious warfare. If you wish to have religious tolerance, practice whatever you wish without persecution and not have wars over it, this county is a wonderful place for you. *There will be an academy focusing on the learning and research of the natural sciences. As the headmistress of the Academy, it may not be my aim to make it the number one academy to learn from (that's a rather lofty goal in the start) I will do my utmost best to make this a perfect place for those who wish to learn. *RP totally welcomed but not required! D'Tarian and I both absolutely love our RP, but that does not mean that you will be required, shall you not wish. D'Tarian is an amazing roleplayer, so if that's your thing, you'll definitely like it here. Be careful. He can get super serious. ;)
There are many other reasons to join The VeilTongues! I've only hit on a few reasons that made me want to join this county. All in all, have fun, learn with us, do your own thing, whatever your heart desires. We would love to have you here in The VeilTongues! Hope to hear from you soon. :)
May Melon be with you.
Hello everyone! I am the Viscount of this County. This is a really lovely county to be in! D'Tarian is a very warm and welcoming Count, and he will do his best to make sure you fit in, not just in his own County but the Duchy as well.
Some highpoints of this county:
If you wish to have religious tolerance, practice whatever you wish without persecution and not have wars over it, this county is a wonderful place for you.
As the headmistress of the Academy, it may not be my aim to make it the number one academy to learn from (that's a rather lofty goal in the start) I will do my utmost best to make this a perfect place for those who wish to learn.
D'Tarian and I both absolutely love our RP, but that does not mean that you will be required, shall you not wish. D'Tarian is an amazing roleplayer, so if that's your thing, you'll definitely like it here. Be careful. He can get super serious. ;)
There are many other reasons to join The VeilTongues! I've only hit on a few reasons that made me want to join this county. All in all, have fun, learn with us, do your own thing, whatever your heart desires. We would love to have you here in The VeilTongues! Hope to hear from you soon. :)
May Melon be with you.
Pleased to announce that Lady Zephrine Jorlene will be acting as Viscount Speaker for the county of the VeilTongues.
