Aluscor
28-05-2004, 22:34
The bright sun shone down upon the island, covered thickly in trees. The warm temperatures and light breeze created the perfect day for the planned ceremony. The bright blue water sparkled in the sun, and sailboats could be seen dotting the bay. To an outsider passing by these sailboats, the tongues would be strange, for Aluscorans speak Noldorin, an ancient elven language. Almost all speak human languages, with English being most predominant of them. The hair of men and women showed resonating beauty, and all were sitting patiently, awaiting the moment when fireworks would erupt into the clear blue sky. In the near distance, they could see the large city resting by the bay, with towering structures of white stone, and a few of glass. Almost all the city was constructed in pure white stone, with beautiful vines covering the many buildings. Ivaeteu (translated as “white moon”) was the capital of the Kingdom of Aluscor. It was the center of business, culture, and media in the large archipelago that stretched nearly 1500 miles around. The island that Ivaeteu rest upon was Tolencoia, the largest of all the islands, and located near the center. It was the place that the Ahcan, or king, and his family lived. The current king was named Armenel. He and the queen, Dularwen, led Aluscor. Today was a great day of celebration, as the two had a son named Adon, and it was on this day of his 1,000th birthday that he was to be granted the status of Dancor, or prince.
The Palace of Enedor was teeming with excitement. Millions were standing in the square outside, as half the country had shown up for the historical event. As Ahcan Armenel approached the balcony of the palace, they all began to cheer loudly. Media crews immediately switched to his position, and all eyes were on him. It was apparent that he was an elf. His long, flowing blond hair and startling blue eyes gave the impression that he had much power. His smile was genuine and comforting, and all loved to hear his soothing, deep voice. “Good afternoon, my fellow Aluscorans. Today is a day that I have been waiting for most of my never-ending life, since the thousands of years ago that I met my lovely lady, Dularwen. For many years did we ponder the idea of having a child, and as you know, we decided to have one. My son, Adon, is one that I am proud of. He has shown interest in many things that could only help him become the Ahcan of this wonderful nation, as well as help our relations with the hundreds of nations that exist today. We will retreat for isolationism in the name of my son. Adon, you are welcome to the balcony.”
Cheers erupted as Adon, a young, handsome elf that looked much like his father, only his eyes were a bright green. He was adored by the populace, and love for him was unwavering. Adon had rescued helpless people countless times, and Aluscor’s loyalty to him was powerful. His voice was also soothing, though not as deep as his fathers. “Hello, and thank you. Today I am here to confirm that I have accepted the title of Dancor, and I solemnly pledge to forever act in the interests of Aluscor and its people, so help me by the people’s will. Lye vor nae coi.” Cheers and shouts of joy erupted as he ended his speech. Armenel turned to a short man holding a purple pillow, and picked up a silver crown off of it. He spoke. “Llie naa amin utinu, ent llie naa sii' ron iva.” (You are my son, and you are now their light.) He then said, “Amin yewl llie amin utinu, ent aa’ llie liy ho eithel. Na Dancor Adon, ent thar staleen nae llie.” (I give you my son, and may you love him well. Be Dancor Adon, and good luck to you.) The crowd erupted into cheers at this, and fanfare began. The crown was then placed upon Adon’s head, and he spoke. “Begin the festivities.”
The Palace of Enedor was teeming with excitement. Millions were standing in the square outside, as half the country had shown up for the historical event. As Ahcan Armenel approached the balcony of the palace, they all began to cheer loudly. Media crews immediately switched to his position, and all eyes were on him. It was apparent that he was an elf. His long, flowing blond hair and startling blue eyes gave the impression that he had much power. His smile was genuine and comforting, and all loved to hear his soothing, deep voice. “Good afternoon, my fellow Aluscorans. Today is a day that I have been waiting for most of my never-ending life, since the thousands of years ago that I met my lovely lady, Dularwen. For many years did we ponder the idea of having a child, and as you know, we decided to have one. My son, Adon, is one that I am proud of. He has shown interest in many things that could only help him become the Ahcan of this wonderful nation, as well as help our relations with the hundreds of nations that exist today. We will retreat for isolationism in the name of my son. Adon, you are welcome to the balcony.”
Cheers erupted as Adon, a young, handsome elf that looked much like his father, only his eyes were a bright green. He was adored by the populace, and love for him was unwavering. Adon had rescued helpless people countless times, and Aluscor’s loyalty to him was powerful. His voice was also soothing, though not as deep as his fathers. “Hello, and thank you. Today I am here to confirm that I have accepted the title of Dancor, and I solemnly pledge to forever act in the interests of Aluscor and its people, so help me by the people’s will. Lye vor nae coi.” Cheers and shouts of joy erupted as he ended his speech. Armenel turned to a short man holding a purple pillow, and picked up a silver crown off of it. He spoke. “Llie naa amin utinu, ent llie naa sii' ron iva.” (You are my son, and you are now their light.) He then said, “Amin yewl llie amin utinu, ent aa’ llie liy ho eithel. Na Dancor Adon, ent thar staleen nae llie.” (I give you my son, and may you love him well. Be Dancor Adon, and good luck to you.) The crowd erupted into cheers at this, and fanfare began. The crown was then placed upon Adon’s head, and he spoke. “Begin the festivities.”