RESPITE IN BITTER COLD

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From the ruins of the poisoned Vistulian isles, to the snowdrift-marked plateau above Khron’Hundmar, and then to the busy streets of Alisgrad where they were, for a time welcomed as esteemed guests of that citadel in the north – the Freemen trekked. Some of their number had perished in that initial catastrophe that left old Vistulia a hollowed  shell of itself. Others, disheartened, let their fates wend elsewhere. Still others – counting themselves among the ranks of Brennus hal’Cingedoz’s clan, Cingedoz – settled with the Karlik of Khron’Hundmar, founding the sister-settlement of Brigwindosdur.

Those who remained with the High Elder and his enduring leadership found themselves finally at what seemed like a more permanent home. Gabriel Pasciak entreated with the honorable Norlandic king, Odin Freysson Ruric on numerous occasions, and they together, with the guidance of the king’s council, agreed to turn over the frozen shipyard of Alisgrad to the purposes of the Vistulians. The sturdy, albeit snow-choked longhouses that scored the shoreline would now host the stubborn few Freemen as they rebuilt themselves, reclaiming bit-by-bit their foothold in the realm.

Vistulian laborers, skilled hands that served under the Tvorca, fetched cold-darkened lumber from the nearby coniferous forests, else they shipped the wood from Brigwindosdur in the north. Broad timbers were hammered into the ground, providing skeletons for dark little huts that sat hunched together with the longhouses, whipped by the winds that blew off the nearby lake. The skeletons were reinforced with planks, with furs chiseled into the cracks, with pungent-smelling sealants that warded away decay. The houses were clad with fresh-woven banners of red and grey, honoring the late Piast’s clan of Vilchyc, while celebrating the current High Elder’s clan of Pasciak. 

Newly-sworn legionnaires under the supervision of the Black Kos, Dalebor, trickled in and out of the settlement from dawn until dusk, assisting where needed in the construction and renovation of their new hall from which to stage their excursions. Their heavy, black uniforms painted their outlines starkly against the yet-unfamiliar snowdrifts of their northern surroundings – shadowy figures on a ghost-white background of Bies’s creation.

Chiefly among the tasks though, was the construction of the temple. It gawked back from the side of the cliff, yet a tangle of scaffolds and unrealized architectural vision. In spite of this sorry state, though – the High Elder looked upon it with anticipatory pride. He was joined by the younger Law Keeper, and the bastard-Duhovnik who both offered their opinions of the construction all the while laborers clambered over it. It would be the first place of proper worship that the Vistulians had enjoyed in a long while, and an energy in the air betrayed an unspoken zeal, a fervorous dedication to the Father-Above-All that would soon be given a conduit.

Some wild-eyed boar had been caught scrounging near the village that afternoon, oblivious to the trio of hunters that stalked it and shot it dead with a single, well-placed arrow guided by Mamuna. The sweet smell of pork wafted off its meat as it hung roasted over a bonfire in the middle of the feasting hall, surrounded by all that was left of the Vistulians. Gabriel Pasciak sat at the head of the gathered, a bottle of wodka clasped in one hand as the men and women before him feasted and supped. The High Elder tapped his one freed hand against the table and raised his voice, calling out to each and every one of them for their attention.

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“HVALA, a toast to our fallen sestras and bratskis, guided by Koshei – to the dobre king of Norland, and his honorable subjects, to our kin in Brigwindosdur, and to all of you who remain at my side. Ten priyacil pravdivi, co w smutki ugodlivi.”

And with that, they drank. Then they drank some more. Work had concluded for the day, and the Freemen had earned peace for a time.

“Hvala Vistulia.”

 -someone croaked later that evening, but so much drink had rendered the words nearly meaningless.

Vistulian Narada of the 98th Year of the Reborn Age

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On  the 10th of The Grand Harvest, 98th Year of the Reborn Age, the Freemen of Vistulia hunkered over two pairs of longtables within the Ashguard’s barracks – a sturdy hall within the confines of Alisgrad that sat buried under eternally-frozen piles of ice and snow. The muz and dzievka looked hopefully to their new High Elder, the Pasnian man who had served as the scribe for the Naradas prior, as he spoke on the following topics.

On the topic of a New Home

High Elder Gabriel Pasciak, finding himself seated at the front of those gathered, spoke first on what would hopefully be the last in a series of tumultuous excursions that saw the bedraggled Freemen dragged to and fro across the expanses of the north. 

He had convened with the ranks of the King’s Council of Norland, and with the Honorable King himself, Odin Freyssson Ruric, on the matter of where the Vistulians would be able to settle with more permanence – with more freedom to practice their tribal culture without the limitations of Alisgrad’s more settled nature to hold them back. The conclusion they arrived at dictated that the High Elder and his Freemen would be provided with the old shipyard – a long-since vacated encampment outside the borders of the city that could be renovated to suit the needs of the Greater Clandom of Vistulia.

• The Vistulians no longer need to share the Ashguard barracks, instead moving a short ways west to maintain their own encampment.

• Renovation of this site will be done in accordance to what is necessitated by the current Freemen, nothing more, nothing less.

On the topic of the Council, and of Fresh Blood

The High Elder next explained the state of the Council. With the death and scattering of the Vistulians in the face of that horrible thing which destroyed the Isles, it had become increasingly clear that the absent, harried, or disheartened individuals who had composed the Council would no longer adequately be able to serve the Greater Clandom.

With that said, Gabriel Pasciak put out a plea for all those muz and dzievka with a strong sense of ambition and duty to the Greater Clandom. Those Freemen with an interest in holding a seat on the Council were encouraged to meet with the High Elder, or failing that, to send him a bird requesting an audience, so that they might demonstrate their talents.

• The Council seats of Skarbnic, and Lesnik had been emptied. High Elder Gabriel Pasciak seeks to fill them with a new generation of Freemen.

On the topic of the new Law Keeper

Four years had the High Elder been the Law Keeper, but he could not maintain both titles at once. Thus, Gabriel Pasciak delegated the responsibility and authority of the Law Keeper title to his charge, Alfie Pasciak of Pasnia – immediately conferring the rights of this title. In the absence of the High Elder, the Law Keeper would act as regent – his word holding equal sway to the High Elder’s in regards to law and judgement.

On the topic of Hansetians

Referring to a discussion held prior, Gabriel Pasciak implored for the Freemen of the Greater Clandom of Vistulia to treat their eastern cousins with all due respect – if only to make themselves more amicable guests to their Norlandic host. It would be unacceptable for the Vistulians to treat the men and women of Haense with outward disdain or aggression.

On the topic of Faith

Finally, the High Elder spoke on the matter of faith. Though he emphasized that no Freeman would be obligated to place his faith in that which he did not desire, he implored those Vistulians with uncertainties in their faith, or simply a great curiosity, to speak with Radoslav Vilchyc on the matter of Starevarian. Failing this, he offered to speak himself of the religion, but emphasized the wealth of knowledge that the younger son of the late Piast could share to those with an interest in the Radaghastian faith.

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Mercenary group from old Vistulia

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     TABLE OF CONTENTS

1. Introduction

2. Ranking system

3. Unit offer

4. Applications for unit and requests for service

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1. Introduction

The North Legion was founded in 98 year of the second age. It is a remnant of the former Clansguard, which once guarded the peace of the inhabitants of Vistulia. The legion has taken, as its main task, the assistance of all good beings–for a price, of course. However, the legion is also tasked with handling the safety of the rest of the Freemen of Vistulia, providing any assistance needed. If you are seeking your place in the world and wish to live your life in an interesting way, the North Legion is the perfect place for you; willing participants are welcome with open arms! 

2. Ranking system

Wearing armor is an honorable thing for any legionnaire and is considered a duty when performing tasks for the North Legion. In addition, with the approval of the Black Kos, one may add a special marking of their family/clan to the armor provided.

Nowywoj -  A beginner mercenary who has not yet demonstrated the necessary skills and loyalty. To become a full-fledged warrior, he must take an oath.

Woj -  A warrior who has proven his loyalty and skill. He is a full-fledged member of the unit and can accept minor mercenary  jobs.

Pancerny - The most elite warriors are given the title of "Pancerny" by the Black Kos, which is granted to prove his skill in all kinds of mercenary work. This is the most honorable thing that can happen to a unit member; in addition, those who hold this title can accept practically all orders.

White Woj - He is the deputy commander of the troop. Appointed only by the Black Kos, his main task is to take care of the efficiency of the men and their equipment. He can also accept people into the Legion as Nowywojs without the permission of the commander, the Black Kos. The White Woj reports only to the main commander, and wields the same armor as him.

Black Kos - Unit Leader. The Black Kos title is inherited only by a chosen descendant of the commander. Only he can enter into contracts that assist any nation or group in war. Every decision he makes is final, and he is the only one who can take oaths from the Nowywoj.

3. Unit offer

Mercenary offering: 

The North Legion offers a number of services, and its members will not seek rest until their duties have concluded. However, a legionnaire will expect to be paid fully upfront if providing their services, which are as follows:

- Assistance in wars for the specific period of time in a given contract

- Bodyguard services during events or travel

- Accepting minor jobs of varying degrees

- Providing help to the Freemen of Vistulia

What the North Legion offers its members:

The North Legion is looking for new people, regardless of race or background. The only requirement is a sense of honor and loyalty to the legion; death will be the punishment for those who commit betrayal. When you join the ranks of the North Legion, you may start a new life, change your name if wished, and become a member of the family. In this family, you will never lack a dry roof raised above your head, nor will you lack warm food; the family will always take care of you.

4. Applications for unit and requests for service

If you wish to join the Legion, leave an official request here or contact the mercenary unit leader directly. If you have a task for the Legion, also leave an official request here or contact the Black Kos directly.

 Ancestral Laws of Vistulia

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A sacred scripture of laws from the Greater Clandom of Vistulia, transcribed by the late High Elder Casimir Vilchyc, published and revised on the 97th year of the reborn age by High Elder Gabriel Pasciak, and by his charge, Alfie Pasciak. This text would find itself widely spread throughout the Freemen of the Greater Clandom, its pages each carefully inked by hand in a deft script.
 

Table of Contents

I. Ancestral Runestone

II. Runestone of Life and Freedom

III. Runestone of War and Strength

IV. Runestone of Faith

V. Runestone of Magic

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I. Ancestral Runestone

Etched into the sacred runestones are the messages which shall guide the Greater Clandom of Vistulia as it is born anew in this era. With guidance from the ancestors of different tribes, seek the glory and pride which was long forgotten. Seek unison of those who still hold true to the ancestral ways of the highlands, to defend each other from the dangers that the world bears upon our scattered and shattered cultures, faiths, and kin. 

Adhere to the messages left for your kin, follow them to the best of your ability, ensure that whatever evil the world may hold shall be held back and will not spread within the lands of the united tribes.

May these runestones guide you through the darkest of times, may they provide the spark of light you need when doubt besets your mind, may clans unite under one banner, and together may they bring back the long forgotten path that descendants should follow.

II. Runestone of Life and Freedom

It is the right of every Freeman of the Greater Clandom of Vistulia to live a good life; to choose their own path and their own ambitions in life, striving to achieve their plans and dreams. But do not forget the Ancestral path, in which the glory and pride of the Greater Clandom stands as equal to its own success - for united we are strongest, united we may reach the most, but divided, the Clandom shall fall and once again become but a gathering of foreign clans, without a united purpose or goal.

Right of Freemen

Each descendant that follows the path of the Ancestors and shows loyalty to the Greater Clandom can face a trial to become a Freeman. As a Freeman, one holds all of the rights from the Ancestral Laws, and with it they are seen as a part of the Greater Clandom, and are taken under the care of the High Elder.

Right of Exalting

Creatures and creations–made without wicked intent–that hold a will of their own, may be granted the right of exaltation by the High Elder or the Law Keeper. With it, they shall be recognized as Freemen and hold all of the rights that befall upon a normal Freeman.

Right of Freedom

The Right of Freedom falls not upon only the Freemen of the Greater Clandom, but upon all of the descendants of the realm. Every living being has the right to freedom and shall never be enslaved. It is an Ancestral blessing to live a free life, and Freemen shall value their freedom, as well as the freedom of others, above all. Holding prisoners who have wronged the Ancestral Law or fought wars against the Greater Clandom is considered just, but those taken prisoner shall never be extorted, whether for work or some other purposes.

Right of Choice

All Freemen have the right to choose on matters pertaining to their life; be that their clan allegiance, the profession they choose, the goals they strive to achieve, or anything else. One may call upon this right to deny the demands of another Freeman, however it may not be called upon if an oath placed by a given Freeman forces them to follow such demands.

Right of Oaths

Every Freeman may place an oath by their own choosing, according to the Right of Choice. While every Freeman will be expected to defend their land and people, joining the militaristic ranks of the Greater Clandom remains a matter of one’s free will, not to be tampered by force or demand. Every Freeman may also offer an oath to another Freeman, and such oaths shall be held as sacred, as long as they do not break the Ancestral Law.

Right of Kin

To form kin of one’s own–be that by culture, or by forming one’s own family–is a blessed right that shall not be denied to any Freeman. As long as a given kin adheres to the Ancestral Laws or follows the Elders Oath, they shall be recognized and may request at the Narada to be given a last name of their own choosing or one that the High Elder may deem fit for them.

Right of Home

To have a roof over their head is the right of every Freeman. No tax may be taken from such a house, nor any money needs to be paid for the acquisition of it, but with it comes the Duty of Affiliation. 

 To receive housing, one must request it from the High Elder or Vodirej. Their responsibility is to provide a home for the given Freeman. If none are befitting or available at the time, they shall offer an alternative, and inform the Freeman when a suitable housing next becomes available.

Duty of Righteousness

All Freemen have the duty to follow Ancestral Laws. To go against these laws is a sin against the very Ancestors and against all other Freemen. Every Freeman has the responsibility to protect the Greater Clandom from failure, and adhering to the Ancestral Laws stands as the most prominent way to aid the High Elder, as well the clans.

Duty of the Oathkeeper

To place an oath out of free will is a great show of trust and loyalty, be that to one of the clans, groups, or to another Freeman. And to break such, especially without prior request to be relieved of it, is a sin of the worst sort according to the Ancestral Law.

Word given by a Freeman should always be seen as the most sacred of things. To tarnish such trust in the word of a Freeman is a disgrace upon the entirety of the Clandom and shall not be taken lightly. There are only a handful of situations where Oath Breaking may not be punished.

Duty of Affiliation

To use one's rights as a Freeman is to consider oneself a man or woman of the Greater Clandom. With such, one should never doubt their affiliation, and stand proud as a Freeman of the Greater Clandom. To be a Freeman is to aid the Greater Clandom in both times of need and in times of peace. To be a Freeman is to not only own a house, but to be present in tending the very land your home sits upon, granted to you as a right of your own.

To disregard the Duty of Affiliation is to forfeit one’s rights as a Freeman–be that housing, or any of the other associated privileges of said title. A Freeman is allowed to travel the world freely as they wish, but they must still maintain standing amongst the community, whether it be the attendance of the Naradas, tending to their own slice of land, or adhering to their own duties among the Greater Clandom.

Duty of Loyalty

To be granted the rights of a Freeman means to be loyal to the Greater Clandom. If an individual’s loyalty lies beyond the regions of the Greater Clandom, they should not pursue the blessing of Freemen. Whether that be in everyday life, or in times of war, the well-being of the Greater Clandom should take priority over most other matters.

Sin of the Greedy

To seek wealth is a human thing - it brings security, comfort, as well as power and status amongst many. But, when greed takes over one's mind and causes them to stumble so low as to steal from other descendants, rob one of their hard-earned coin, or to lie and deceive others for self-gain–this, alongside many more acts of avarice, shall be seen as falling to the sin of greed, for which one may be punished or put to trial. 

Sin of the Wrathful

To defend oneself is a blessed right. To fight against those who are of evil nature and aim to harm the Greater Clandom is a righteous duty. But, to fall for one’s own wrath and cause harm to another of the Freemen is one of the greatest sins. To kill another over personal quarrels, rather than present them to those gathered at the Narada is seen as a grave crime. To be guided by hate, and to risk the entirety of the Greater Clandom is amongst the worst of the sins.

Sin of a Deceiver

Amongst all of the traits that a Freeman should hold, oath-keeping, and truthfulness are the most renowned. To stand by one’s oaths, even when one’s life is at stake, is the greatest pride one can bring to themselves, to their clan, and to the Ancestors. But to deceive, lie, or shatter the oaths a Freeman has sworn is the greatest dishonour and a sin against the Ancestors–for the name of a liar shall pass down onto their child, and the name of a liar shall be made the responsibility of their father. May the worth of a word spoken by a Freeman of the Greater Clandom never leave doubt to all who receive it.

III. Runestone of War and Strength

There exist three truths that will always exist in this world: War, Nature, and Death. The Greater Clandom will be forced to face the first of these truths, war, many times. May the guidance of the Ancestors bring peace of mind to the troubled, and may their word lead Clandom and the Freemen to a blessed victory in battle.

Right of Safety

All Freemen have the right to protect themselves and the Greater Clandom–the right to feel safe whilst living in the Ancestral Lands, and to let their lives flourish without fearing each minute for their own well-being.

Right of Arms

To bear a weapon upon oneself is a primal right which none may deny, as long as the weapon itself is not of a cursed or outlawed origin. Yet, one may not pull the weapon out and hold it freely; instead drawing it only when one’s well-being–or the well-being of other Freemen–is endangered.

Right of Combat

If both sides of a quarrel wish to brawl with one another in the streets, in the arena, or elsewhere, it shall not be denied; solving arguments by fist or by word is equal in value and leads to the same path of forgiveness. Yet - you may not use weapons, nor intend to kill each other. Such actions may be granted only by the Right of Blood.

Right of Blood

If the wronged side feels that the grievance is large enough that forgiveness is not possible, they may bring the matter before the High Elder during Narada; presenting their case, offering a reason for single combat, and setting terms of such is a granted right.

Yet, High Elder and the Law Keeper have the final vote whether to grant blessing of the single combat. They will always propose an alternative solution that shan’t involve violence, but if they deem the wrong-doing to be unforgivable, then they may also grant their blessing for combat, set the date and location of the duel, establish the rules that the duel must adhere to, and ask for Ancestral overwatch.

To fail to show up to an agreed single combat is seen as a crime against the Ancestors and shall be judged accordingly by the High Elder or the Law Keeper.

Duty of Obedience

During times of peace and times of war, those among the Greater Clandom’s military force are granted with a blessed right of giving orders. Those who were oathed into the warband act as a guard force and as a standing army. Having to face dangers that the world may bear first hand, they are granted the right of giving orders to the Freemen, as to ensure their safety and well being.

To defy the orders of the highest ranked Freeman in a given situation is a sin against the Ancestors and may be pursued as a crime.

Duty of Defense

In times of war, all Freemen should be ready to defend the Greater Clandom. They should be ready at all times to defend the lands from raids and the dangers that may come with war, and on the day of the battle, all Freemen shall join together and support the defence. Only together will all of the clans survive, only together shall a victory be achieved.

Duty of Preparation

Faced with dangers of the world, hostilities of other parties, and much more, all Freemen ought to ensure that they are ready for possible combat. To bear arms, to hold armour, to have knowledge of fight, it is all seen as a common right and common duty of the Freemen, for the Greater Clandom is built upon the strength of the Highlanders.

Sin of Wicked War Tools

It is outlawed within the Greater Clandom to possess weapons, armour, or any other tool that comes from a wicked origin; whether crafted by a sinful user of the Arcane, or constructed from metal that is inherently seen as tainted and wicked. Amongst the outlawed materials are Azhlsteel, Boomsteel, Demonsteel, Thanhium, Dracanium, and those other materials that share the same wicked qualities as those mentioned.

If such equipment is even held by a given person within the Greater Clandom, they shall be detained and have the wicked tool taken away, so that it may be destroyed.

 IV. Runestone of Faith

Right of Faith

Every Freeman has the right to believe in whichever faith that they choose for themselves, as long as such is not seen as sinful, or demands the conversion of others. To pursue the faith that befits one’s mind and soul is a sacred privilege which shall not be taken away from those who abide by the Ancestral Law.

Right of Celebration

To hold festivities of one’s faith is a right for all of the Freeman and kin. To celebrate the gods of their own and ask for their blessing is a sacred right that shall be upheld throughout the lands of the Greater Clandom. It is imperative, though, to make sure that the festivities thrown shall not go against the Ancestral Laws, nor will they send harm upon other Freemen, descendants, or nature.

Right of Burial

Every Freeman has the right to be buried in accordance with their faith or tradition. Only those who have wronged the Ancestral Law severely enough to be stripped of their Freemanship and branded as shamed by the Ancestors shall be buried with nei their proper path, yet still with full honours as the body is returned to nature.

Right of Seerhood

A Freeman has the right to become a seer of their given faith and to act as a conduit between the realm of the living and the realm of the gods. They may offer guidance to those who ask for it, and act as support to those who truly need it.

Yet, the seer shall never seek to convert other kinsmen against their will, whether by ploy of scheming, manipulation, or by open questioning. To each faith is their own, to each right of the choice shall never be stripped.

Duty of Restraint

Faith shall never hold power over the actions and decisions within the Greater Clandom when it comes to the matters of all the clans and all the Freemen. It shall be the gentle warmth that helps those who are lost or confused, it shall be the pillar of support for the frail and hurt, but it shall never be used as a sword against another, nor shall it ever be used as a reason for hatred.

May all who sit at the table during the Narada know that only the Ancestors shall be seen as the guides to the path ahead. May everyone's Ancestors be the reason for mutual festivities and understanding of one another. Different languages,  cultures and faith shall not hinder the union of those under the Greater Clandom; in the end, all shall be done to bring pride to the Ancestors of all.

Duty of Respect

Despite the differences held between various clans and families, it is the duty of each and every Freeman to not let these differences hinder unity; or, at the very least, it is the duty of every Freeman to tolerate others. Respect for thy fellow man shall bestow us a blessed path; speaking as one for the betterment of the Greater Clandom, and partaking in mutual work for the pride of the Ancestors, shall bind those of the Greater Clandom together.

Sin of the Harmful

No faith that strives to harm another descendent, for any purpose, shall ever hold a place in the Greater Clandom. Nor will any faith that seeks to ruin nature hold a place in the Greater Clandom. Nor any faith which bestows its blessing upon the broken paths that bring sin into the realm, and wrong the Ancestral Law.

Sin of the Tainted

No faith that follows the paths of the tainted and wicked–or worships creatures of evil–shall ever hold a place in the Greater Clandom. Nor any faith which seeks to corrupt the minds and souls of its believers or other descendants.

Sin of the Undying

No faith that strives to bring wretched immortality into this world, whether it be by the act of prolonging one’s life, or by reverting faith and raising one to a state of undeath, shall ever hold a place in the Greater Clandom. To face death–to face Ancestral judgement–is the sacred duty of every Freeman.

V. Runestone of Magic

Permitted Arcana

Permitted Arcana are those which do not come from wicked origins, those which do not seek to create things of evil nature, and those which cannot be used to harm another Freeman within the lands of the Greater Clandom.

List of the Permitted Arcana:

Housemagery

Bardmancy

Golemancy

Animii (In Restricted Form)

Druidism (In Restricted Form)

Paladinism (In Restricted Form)

Alchemy (In Restricted Form)

Restricted Arcana

Restricted Arcana are those which do not come from wicked origins, and those which do not seek to create things of evil nature, but can be used to harm descendants or creatures of various forms. These Arcana may only be used by the Greater Magi.

List of the Restricted Arcana:

Animii (Unrestricted)

Druidism (Unrestricted)

Paladinism (Unrestricted)

Alchemy (Unrestricted)

Shamanism (Restricted)

Forbidden Arcana

Forbidden Arcana are those which may be hard to come by, difficult to decipher, or come from an unknown origin. Before any of these Arcana are allowed within the Greater Clandom, the Magi Overseer shall convene with the High Elder and Elders of the clans. Together, they shall decide if these Arcana adhere to the Ancestral Laws, or if they are deemed wicked. If the arcana is found wrong, yet not evil by nature, they shall simply remain forbidden and unused by any Magi.

List of the Forbidden Arcana:
Shamanism (Unrestricted)

Sinful Arcana

Sinful Arcana are those which come from wicked origin, those which seek to create things of evil nature, and those which are used solely for the harm of descendants. Too many in these realms have suffered by the hands of abhorrent magic that originates from wicked, twisted paths. Too many in these realms have been sentenced to witness the deaths or injuries of others by these ungodly acts. It is by the Ancestral Law that all these Arcana are forever scorned and outlawed.

List of the Sinful Arcana:

Voidal Magic
Necromancy

Azdrazi Magic

Blood Magic

All Magic seen universally as evil and corrupt

Right of Knowledge

Learning and knowing the righteous and uncorrupted paths of magic is treated as a right that all Freemen hold; whether it is simply to be familiar with these Arcana, or to pursue a path of unnatural powers for themselves. Similarly, Freemen bear a right to know of the outlawed Sinful Arcana. However, this knowledge shall only be kept as a way of understanding, identifying, and protecting the Greater Clandom from these wicked magics.

Right of Usage

Those amongst the Freemen who are recognized by the High Elder or the Magi Overseer as worthy of being awarded the title of Magi shall be allowed to use magic within the lands of the Greater Clandom, in accordance with the Ancestral Laws. These Freemen may pursue the paths of the Permitted Arcana as a Lower Magi. Once recognized and seen as trustworthy, they may apply to be granted the title of Greater Magi, which extends the Right of Usage to the Restricted Arcana. To become a Lesser Magi, one has to be of undoubted morality; one who does whatever may be best for the Greater Clandom, the Freemen, and those of the entire realm. Uncertainty and doubt may lead to one’s soul being easily corrupted by magic.

Right of Tutoring

Those amongst the Freemen who aspire to become a Magi bear the right to be guided through the weaving path of Arcana. After a Freeman partakes in the trial held by the Magi Overseer, they will be assigned a Greater Magi to watch over and guide them through the Arcana. The Greater Magi shall aid the Lesser Magi with all that is required, and assure that the Lesser Magi's morality stands strong. Only by the order of a Greater Magi may a Lesser Magi tap into the Restricted Arcana; however, the Greater Magi that allows this bears full responsibility over any situations that may arise.

Duty of Understanding

Those amongst the Freemen who pursue the paths of the Magi bear the sacred duty to fully understand the Arcana they wish to learn. They must fully understand the consequences, responsibilities, and restrictions of their actions. Failure to do these things shall be seen as irresponsible, and the Lesser Magi may be punished. These punishments are decreed by the Magi Overseer and High Elder. Being considered worthy to walk the path of the Magi is considered a reward of the highest order, yet this path holds far greater responsibility than most other professions.

Duty of Restraint

To be recognized as a Magi is among the greatest of honours. However, those who dedicate themselves to becoming Magi must show restraint. These Magi shall not use the magic they have learned carelessly throughout their life. These Arcana shall only be used for the betterment of other Freemen of the Greater Clandom. Furthermore, those who a Magi seeks to aid must agree to be aided by the use of magic as well -- An exception to this rule is a case of endangerment; if the life of a Freeman is jeopardised, a Magi shall use their magic at their own discretion. 

In battle, a Magi shall only use magic if ordered by the High Elder or his Council, or if the life of another Freeman depends on it. In order for a Magi to use magic freely during battle, they must seek a council with the High Elder or Magi Overseer, and obtain explicit privilege to do so.

Sin of Magi Madness

The use of magic within the Greater Clandom from a foreign mage is considered sinful, and shall not be taken lightly. Those who attempt the usage of Permitted or Restricted Arcana without having undergone the trial of the Magi shall only be issued a warning once. Repeated offenses shall result in a trial held by the High Elder and Magi Overseer.

Usage of Forbidden Arcana shall be met with the quick apprehension of the offending mage, and they will face a trial held by the High Elder and Magi Overseer.

Usage of Sinful Arcana is considered a crime of the highest degree, seen akin to the attempted murder of a Freeman. The offending mage shall be apprehended if feasible, but if the life of any Freeman is seen as endangered, the offending mage shall be seen as a threat and may be slain without further hesitation.

Signed,

of Pasnia, High Elder and Tvorca of the Greater Clandom of Vistulia

The Fall of Vistulia - The birth of Rot

 For decades the Vistulian Freemen fought against creatures of the utmost wicked origin. Faced with demons, with undead, with vampires of different sorts, faced with nightmares from the depths of the oceans, and with wicked hollow monsters summoned by mages of the ancient paths. They stood first in line to venture into Kivdrona, and there they lost many of their own, struggling against what seemed to be a nightmare that seeped into the realm of living.

 Time after time they fought back and successfully repelled the monsters away, each time growing more weary of what this world was made of. Outlawing the mages of Voidal arts, seeing how they reached beyond the veil of the known and grabbed power from other worlds, outlawing all the dark magical arts, they hoped to keep away the monsters.

 They asked for aid from the lightbringers known as the paladins, and so they began to receive it. They sided with allies from all over the Almaris and many times together they repelled the evil.

But the very land they lived in was cursed to fall long ago. They only delayed the inevitable.

 Beneath the city placed upon islands grew rot. In caves that were forgotten even by the Daelish from the centuries ago, the deadly plague was brewing, gods know when it started, slowly infesting all of the nature that surrounded them, slowly seeping into the very wood they used for homes. Dormant, it waited, for the Plague Bearer was yet to demand the harvest. 

 Those that lived upon the isles couldn’t have known about what was happening, as the sickness was invisible even to the druids that so often ventured upon the lands of the Radaghastian, the Cingedoz, the Lechians, The Pasnians, the men and women of the tribes, but they were to be the first to known of it. For what reason? Maybe they will find out in the future.

 Vistulians gathered in the great hall. They knew that something was wrong, seeing more and more of their kinsmen fall to an unknown sickness that rapidly was turning into a plague. With the High Elder Casimir present, he spoke of his attempts to understand the source of it all, and how to aid those that fell victim to poor fate. None was sure what to do anymore. With more people being moved to the clinic, High Elder decided that it was about the time that those who are still healthy shall evacuate. Until the plague was dealt with, there was no purpose to let people live in such ungodly conditions.

 As he spoke, a sudden sound of wood cracking and shattering under immense pressure could be heard from the sanctuary island, inside the sacred building. All present quickly snapped their gaze, as confusion and murrmurrs spread around. It was quickly followed by a powerful explosion that shook the very core of the isles, making everyone rush towards the monastery.

 They were faced with a mean, wearing sickly green clothes, watching the people below with a warm smile. He spoke of the Plague Bearer, of his gift to all of the people. Noting that within an hour all that live here will either join him, or they will wish they could have died long before.

 In fury, the High Elder ordered for his warriors to fire at the cultist, realising that this man might have been behind it all. Behind all the suffering and death that his people had to withstand over the last year. 

 As the bolts, arrows and slingshots went flying, the man was struck time after time. With his wounds appearing to suddenly rot, get infested, and then as they seemed to turn black entirely, they would instead return to the normal flesh. An entire process of death going over, with rebirth as its final stage.

 With more explosions being heard all over the island, the green sickly mist began to fill the streets and sip into the homes in which people were dying unable to even save themselves. Soon enough, it was clear that those who will remain will share the nightmarish fate.

 Realising that their weapons are of no use, High Elder ordered everyone to retreat with the rest of civilians, assisting in their evacuation. They crossed the bridge connecting the Temple Island with the Main Island, hearing gurgling sounds of those who were unable to escape. As they turned about, the mist seeped onto the last streets, starting to overflow from the island. It looked as if clouds of the green rot turned into waterfalls that moved by the walls of the temple isle, reaching the sea below slowly covering it to the point where no water could even be seen.

 - High Elder! - One of the guards shouted as he pushed through the remaining survivors who in shock and terror filled the central plaza. - The Great Hall Island! It is covered with some ungodly mi..-
He didn’t have to finish. In the High Elders head everything was beyond clear now. Whatever twisted thing was behind it - it had succeeded. He was about to turn towards the remaining survivors and order them to cross the main bridge, when something caught his attention. A singular figure appeared from the sickly mist on the Temple Island. It stopped at the bridge, with its head tilted, seemingly observing the High Elder.

 Behind it, creatures of the rotten realm began to appear. Twisted in their very being, they began chasing in a clumsy way after the survivors, wishing to bring all of the wonderful sustenance to the Plague Bearer. In panic, the survivors ran towards the central plaza. They might be able to fight back the demons, but the issue was the mist, and the looming danger that it will cut them off from the main bridge. 

 Most people under Gabriels Pasciak lead crossed the bridge swiftly, with few strugglers being stuck behind to make sure that no living civilian is left behind. As one after another they retreated, soon only Slith and Casimir remained, fighting back one monster after another. With the Plague Bearers Champion nearing them, High Elder pulled on the armoured man’s arm, dragging him towards the gate. During this entire ordeal, one of the Norlanders appeared, aiming to help them both, but the Plagued Champion throw one of the mutated demons at him, knocking him down by the gate.

 By sheer instinct, the High Elder struck the demon away from the Norlander, forcing Slith to take the wounded back. As they crossed, so Casimir planned, but the Champion threw one of its weapons, with earth shattering strength causing the gatehouse to begin collapsing on itself, blocking High Elders path from safety. All those behind the bridge looked in horror, as the old man tried to force his way out, striking the wooden logs and planks with his great axe - to no avail.

 The bridge was burning, as Dalebor set it ablaze, according to Casimirs orders from the past. All of the Vistulians and guests to the isles watched in horror, as the High Elder turned about, aiming to strike at the towering Champion, but right as he raised his axe, a rot and pus covered sword pierced his chest. Sound of steel being torn to pieces as the weapon went clean through plate armour echoed in the lands. 

   He was slowly raised off the ground, gasping for air. His weapon fell to the ground with a loud thud, as with disbelief, Casimir reached to the foul blade, briefly trying to just pull himself off, like if that was going to save him. Though, understanding his fate, he screamed the bravest scream he could muster, reaching for his saber by the hip and using it to pierce the monster's throat with a thrust. It gurgled, surprised at the man's action. Though, the gurgle turned into a sickening laughter, as the Champion stood, not broken, nor killed by the last effort from the leader of all the Vistulians.

With it, he was defeated. High Elders head slowly slouched forward, until the crown of Vistulia fell from his head. Metallic clank was heard by everyone - those inside the town, as well as those who escaped. The sign of Vistulian leadership rolled away, as the lifeless body of the High Elder was carried away by the Champion.

The isles are gone. But Vistulia lives on with the refugees.

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Trade diminishing, droughts coupled with disease, and population decline from conflict; all of these are recipes for the decline of a land and its people. The latter can leave the former and gamble for a resurgence in a healthier home and a change of setting. The Vistulian confederacy of tribes had a backstory of tried and true migration, particularly the Cingedoz and the Radaghasts, with the former hailing from the Rathonian Mountains of Dunrath and the latter having migrated many times throughout the era of Arcas.

No man is an island and no people can survive independent of another polity or network of peoples. With the dereliction and desertion of towns including Caer Raewyn, Chaldees, Hyspia, & Redclyf; the flow of trade slowed to a trickle and restricted access to both necessities and luxuries that once aided the Cingedoz tribe in particular. This tribe, having suffered the loss of inbound trade, found it more difficult to manage its coffer which served the greater economy in Vistulia.

A mysterious rot that ate away at the various woods used in the construction of structures peppered across the isles drove more than just the Cingedoz to consider migration. The death of Casimir Vilchyc, head of the Radaghastian tribe, in a sequence of events that saw Vistulians cross onto the Old Savoyard mainland and abandon the isles themselves left the executive decision to migrate with Gabriel Law-Keeper of the Pasciak tribe.

Recent battles and conflicts spanning as far back as the incidents during the old alliance with the Horde to the Skavic incursion and the naga assaults in the surrounding bay slowly whittled away the population on the Vistulian Isles. This reality barred the Vistulians from waging an offensive against the various plague-bringers who assailed the islands and thus Gabriel Law-Keeper chose to set the tribes on a migration. The initial sail across the Narrow Sea and along the eastern coast of mainland Almaris, started and finished without incident.

The Vistulians, composed of the remaining Radaghasts, the Cingedoz, Kos, and Pasciak tribe, led wagon, wain, and wheeled-carts westward through snowy mountain ranges and boreal wetlands until they reached the outskirts of Norland. Brennus hal’Cingedoz, Dalebor Kos, & Gabriel Law-Keeper traveled with a small contingent on a diplomatic mission to begin relations with the Dwedmar Undercity of Khron’Hundmar. The diplomatic embassy returned to the Vistulian camps with a promising agreement with the Lord Darek Irongrinder and shortly thereafter received King Odin of Norland with a likewise promising offer.

Gabriel and Brennus convened privately and agreed upon two encampments forming with the Radaghasts, Kos, & Pascians settling in Alisgrad and the Cingedoz settling on the plateau overlooking Khron’Hundmar. The first encampment would bolster the population of Norland and the second encampment would construct battlements, palisades, and a hamlet above the Dwedmar undercity. The two elders of their respective tribes agreed to share resources and to encourage trade and travel and Brennus pledged to support Gabriel as he had supported Casimir before.

CLAN PASCIAK

Pasciak, from the Pasnian: Paszcza, or “Mouth”

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“ZWIĄZANI ZASŁUGĄ, NIE KRWIĄ”

The family of Pasciak constitutes the youngest of the Vistulian clans, founded in the now, and not in the ancient past, by Gabriel Pasciak, after having been granted the privilege of doing so by the High Elder, Casimir Vilchyc. They are a dutiful family, always striving to create for themselves the history that others take for granted.

Distinct from most families, though, is their belief that stands paramount, first and foremost, before all others.

“Bound by merit, not blood” 

That is to say, the members of Clan Pasciak are not fathers and sons, nor mothers and daughters – they are orators, scribes, and artists, tested and found capable in their respective crafts. They are the skilled and loyal few chosen by the Clan Elder to be welcomed into the family, that they might turn their talents to the betterment of The Greater Clandom.

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HISTORY

• S.A 87. Gabriel Lesnik begins writing texts for the Clandom of Vistulia, securing a position as scribe.

• S.A 89. The title of Tvorca is granted to Gabriel Lesnik in recognition of his having overseen plans to redesign the Clandom.

• S.A 93. For his continued efforts, the Tvorca is granted the right to his own renowned clan, forming the clan of Pasciak and shedding his birthname. Alfie Pasciak becomes the first clan member under him.

• S.A 94. With the shifting of Vistulia to a Greater Clandom, Clan Pasciak becomes the foremost clan of the Clandom of Pasnia, of which Gabriel Pasciak is the Clan Elder. The laws and trials of Clan Pasciak are put to paper and publicized.

• S.A 96. A terrible blight sweeps over Vistulia, rotting the city down to its very foundation and proliferating the city with monstrous creatures that slay Casimir Vilchyc -- then High Elder of Vistulia. With his death, Gabriel Pasciak becomes High Elder.

• S.A 98 As High Elder, Gabriel Pasciak instates his charge, Alfie Pasciak, as the Law Keeper of the Greater Clandom.

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CULTURE & TRADITIONS

Those of the Pasciak Clan are just as culturally varied as the Freemen of Vistulia. There is no shared heritage among members, and what they do have in common stems from the great seriousness and devotion to their duties that is expected of those that take up their mantle.  This makes it easy to perceive them as being unnecessarily grave or humorless, but they are nothing if not cordial. One would do well to not confuse their ruminative natures for a lack of hospitality, for they hold themselves to the same standards of friendliness and courtesy that the Freemen do, albeit in a more reserved sort of way.

This reservation is more obvious when one compares them to their fellows of the Greater Clandom. While most Vistulians greet one another with the more intimate forearm shake, those of Pasciak would generally prefer – and be more comfortable giving – a more traditional handshake, considering it to be more proper. Similarly, most of them would abstain from the normally thick and wild facial hair of the other Freemen, preferring to keep it closer and more well-kept, if at all.

They carry themselves proudly, but without flagrant pretentiousness – confidently, but not with hot-headed arrogance. They are outspoken, well-spoken, and lend their aid to their fellows in whatever ways they can. It is not in their nature to be as powerful as the warriors of Clan Kos, nor as storied and adventurous as the Cingedoz – but they provide for the Clandom the carefully-articulated written word, the meticulous architectural blueprint, and the very voice that carries the news, the warnings, and the culture of The Greater Clandom of Vistulia far and wide.

To that end, they are served by the pigeons of Pasciak – A humble stock, primarily grey in coloration, though not selectively bred for their plumage, so some variance in patterning is not uncommon. The flock typically resides near the clanhall, absently cooing and awaiting payment (read: food) for their services. Their relationship with the family is more business then affection, thus, doting over the creatures is far from the norm. Missives are typically writ in a very fine size, so as to fit onto a small parchment roll that is affixed around the leg of the bird – but it is not unheard of for the occasional missive to be ferried by a harnessed pigeon with a greater capacity for transportation.

Their coat of arms (a hold-over from their Elder’s Pasnian heritage) features a two-toned grey field split by a black bend, emblazoned in the center by a black roundel, upon which perches light grey or silvered pigeon of Pasciak  – the family beast.

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CURRENT MEMBERS

Gabriel Pasciak

Clan Elder of Pasciak, Tvorca and Lawkeeper of the Greater Clandom of Vistulia

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Alfie Pasciak

Clansguard Novivoj

⥼S.A. 74-present⥽

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TRIALS

[!] The following information had been discreetly tacked to a number of noticeboards throughout Almaris. A grey pigeon was stamped in the corner.

Prospective members of Clan Pasciak are expected to have completed at least one trial in one of the following areas of expertise – in addition to already having obtained the status of Freeman by fulfilling the terms of the challenge defined by the reigning High Elder. One is permitted to select their specialty and thus which trial they should complete, but the specifics of the trial are left up to the discretion of the current Clan Elder, further tailoring the task to the aptitude of the applicant.

⥼Trial of Prose⥽

A test of one’s ability to articulate themselves, whether through text or oration. One must author (and provide) a suitably well-written text covering a subject of the Clan Elder’s choice, as befits his or her interests and strengths. Alternatively, if they desire, the entrant  may author a text from which to read from, proving the persuasiveness of their speaking manner.

⥼Trial of Engineering⥽

A test of one’s aptitude in regards to architecture and design. Those entrants seeking to lend their talents to the fortification of Vistulia must prove their engineering prowess by submitting for approval at least one architectural draft that illustrates and describes a structure of the Clan Elder’s choice.

(OOC: fork over screenshots of a cool, thematic build)

⥼Trial of Artistry⥽

A test of one’s artistic talents that do not fall under the confines of the other two trials. The Trial of Artistry is an open-ended challenge to the artisans of the realm – thus, its terms are flexible and must needs be discussed, in detail, with the Pasciak Clan Elder himself in order to be arranged.

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EDICTS

I. A Pasciak must adhere to Ancestral Law

II. A Pasciak must first bear the status of Freeman, as granted by the High Elder

III. A Pasciak will devote their talents to the Greater Clandom

IV. A Pasciak will not willfully harm the flock

V. A Pasciak will not speak on behalf of the Clandom without prior conference

Vistulian Narada of the 94th Year of the Reborn Age

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On  the 10th of The Grand Harvest, 94th Year of the Reborn Age, the Freemen of Vistulia were joined at their yearly Narada by their northern brethren. The mood was serious, but the air of camaraderie had taken at least some of the edge off. They waited there together, awaiting the arrival of the High Elder, so that they could discuss the following topics.

On the topic of Norland, and of War

The Norlanders were the first to speak their piece, urgent as their tidings were. They awaited High Elder Casimir Vilchyc’s motion, then described that which had, for the last stone’s day, given them cause to worry for their nation’s future. Odin Freysson Ruric’s companion, ‘Noble Stone’ recounted the story as such:

“Recently, Haense held a Duma – a public meeting over governance. A long-standing Norlander, Boots, travelled to Haense that day to seek employment as a mercenary. He sat down at the Duma to pass the time, and whilst he was there, the King brought up the subject of a title Norland and Haense had shared, ‘Protector of the Highlanders’. He wanted to claim the title solely for Haense, claiming Norland was unworthy of it… There are rumblings of war against Haense.”

With this lain before those gathered, the High Elder asked then – did the Norlanders seek Vistulian aid in the event that war should erupt between the two nations? – Odin and his retinue affirmed this desire, and the Vistulians then agreed to aid the Norlanders in any way they could – be that blade, quill, or strategems, should relations between the involved parties deteriorate

On the topic of a Ritual for Koshei, God of War

Turning attentions back to himself, High Elder Casimir Vilchyc announced the organization of a ritual to appease Koshei, that he might bless the warriors of Vistulia with strength in the coming years, preparing the vojaks of the Greater Clandom for what might yet come.

First, a sacrifice was to be given in the form of spilt animal blood. Then, should the threat of war become a reality, a banner would be raised in the center of the village. If the Greater Clandom of Vistulia and its allies persevere in this looming conflict, a new section of the banner would be designed and sewn onto the banner to commemorate victory. Should they fail – the banner would be burnt to nothing but ash.

On the topic of The Greater Clandom of Vistulia

Moving on, Casimir spoke on the officiating of the title of The Greater Clandom of Vistulia, and all associated alterations in the governing of the Greater Clandom – from which would now sprout other Clandoms. To begin with, however, Casimir Vilchyc – previously the Piast – would henceforth dissolve the Piastdom, instead donning the title of High Elder, a name more befitting of the leader of the Clan Elders.

Next, the High Elder – recognizing the Ancestral rights of Clan Elders Dalebor Kos, and Gabriel Pasciak – provided both men with Clandom titles of their own, with which to unite the peoples of their respective cultures. Dalebor Kos refrained from yet choosing a name for his Clandom. Gabriel Pasciak selected the name 'Pasnia', under which the Pasnian clans would be able to flourish.

On the topic of the Law Keeper

Continuing the topic of governance, High Elder Casimir Vilchyc declared Clan Elder Gabriel Pasciak the Law Keeper of Vistulia – immediately conferring all rights and responsibilities of the title. In the absence of the High Elder, the Law Keeper would act as regent – his word holding equal sway to the High Elder’s in regards to law and judgement.

On the topic of Ancestral Law

Finally, the High Elder spoke on the matter of Ancestral Law – those infallible laws that would guide the Vistulians in all things – They texts had been collected and revised, and would in the near future be brought forth for the entirety of the Greater Clandom of Vistulia to acquaint themselves with. Casimir Vilchyc made plain the importance of viewing these laws, familiarizing oneself with them, and adhering to their message – for the words of the Ancestral Laws reflect the guidelines which all Freemen should live by.

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Year 93 of the Reborn Age

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[!] A notice was nailed into every corner-post, notice-board, and gatehouse of the Greater Clandom of Vistulia. It was penned with sharp strokes, and by a vindictive hand.

The undead creatures that festered within the Clandom like some malignant tumor have been excised – but in their place, throngs of misguided, sympathetic fools have revealed to the public eye the nature of their cultish beliefs, their allegiances, and that they PITY EVIL. The Greater Clandom of Vistulia wishes to make one thing certain to these individuals – there will be no honor shown towards you, for you are as the very undead that you defend – that is, a BLIGHT that will not be tolerated. You are not Freemen. You will be sought out, found, and then you will be treated just the same as the undead scourge. You will be killed.

There is no ambiguity as to the nature of the Ancestral Law. Its very texts are writ with the upmost of clarity. You are as oathbreakers. You have betrayed your kin, and you have disgraced those who came before us. There shall be no mercy for your ilk.

HVALA VISTULIA

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Vistulian Narada of the 93rd Year of the Reborn Age

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On  the 10th of The Grand Harvest, 93rd Year of the Reborn Age, the Freemen of Vistulia joined each other in the Great Hall once more. Their numbers were thinned, for fate had been cruel – men revealed as beasts, and soured relations borne of rumor had run rampant. Still, they congregated, and those few left were of a tougher sort. They discussed the following topics together, not as a leader to his people, or the people to their leader, but as equals.

On the topic of a new Clan

Beginning the Narada, Piast Casimir Vilchyc climbed the stand and struck the shaft of his bearded greataxe against the floorboards, calling for the attention of all those gathered. He made plain his desire to offer Councilman Gabriel and Novivoj Alfie the opportunity to create for themselves a fourth clan within the Clandom – a proposition that was gratefully accepted.  Henceforth, Gabriel would be recognized as a Clan Elder, inheriting all associated authority and responsibilities.

At his earliest opportunity, Gabriel would select and announce the surname for all those who would pledge themselves to his family through the act of blooding.

• The Clandom would now host four clans – Vilchyc, Cingedoz, Kos, and the as of yet unnamed fourth led by Gabriel.

• Henceforth, one of the presently-vacant clan halls would be claimed as property of the newly-formed clan.

• Those seeking to obtain membership with the newly-formed clan would be advised to seek out and enquire after Gabriel or his charge, Alfie.

On the topic of the Renowned Clans

The Piast then moved swiftly to the next topic. He spoke on the withering of trust among the Freemen, of the evils that had pervaded the Clandom and run amok due to an naively infirm hand, and what would be done to quell this evil – to abolish it and ensure the clandom would never be so weak as to suffer under it ever again.

Casimir Vilchyc called the Elders of the renowned clans before him – Brennus hal’Cingedoz, Dalebor Kos, and Gabriel – to first attest to their faith in the Piast, that there would be no doubt that they trusted him wholly and completely. Then, the Piast delegated to each of the Elders their individual responsibilities and empowered them to hold further sway over those things that their families were accomplished in.

• Dalebor Kos, and the Clan of Kos would henceforth hold domain over protection of the Piast. It is their sworn duty to train the most elite of the vojaks – independent of the ranks of the Clansguard – in pursuit of this purpose. To this end, the Clan of Kos is now recognized as a renowned clan, and their Elder is permitted to blood into the family any of those muz or dzievka they deem skilled and loyal enough to defend the Piast.

• Brennus hal’Cingedoz, and the clan of Cingedoz would henceforth hold sole rule over neighboring Crannogtown, so long as this rule should adhere to the Ancestral Law. Additionally, it is their responsibility to manage the coffers of the Clandom, ensuring that the Freemen are never empty-handed. To this end, Clan of Cingedoz is now recognized as a renowned clan, and their Elder is permitted to blood into the family any of those muz or dzievka they deem shrewd enough to deal in trade.

• Gabriel, and his newly-formed clan would henceforth take up the mantle of architectural and literary pursuits, devoting themselves to dictating plans for construction and spreading news of the Clandom across the realm. To this end, Gabriel’s clan is now recognized as a renowned clan, and their Elder is permitted to blood into the family any of those muz or dzievka they deem discerning enough to put quill to parchment.

On the topic of Freemen

Continuing his speech, the Piast next spoke on the title of Freeman – a title that should denote pride, worth, and renown – and how it had been taken too lightly or carelessly by those who sought to number among the muz and dzievka of the Clandom. To remedy this, the Piast offered an elegant solution to be voted upon by the three Elders of the renowned clans.

Each and every person who desires to become a Freeman, would now be required to succeed at a trial catered to their talents and ambitions, and to be oathed into the Clandom by the Piast, Casimir Vilchyc, and his family. These trials and subsequent oaths would ensure that each and every muz and dzievka of the Clandom is devoted to their crafts and unwavering in their support of their fellows and the Clandom as a whole. Failure to oblige this requirement, or neglecting to complete one’s trial would mean that one does not truly seek to be worthy of the Clandom, and thus, would be denied the privilege of becoming Freemen.

On the topic of Han’s Trial

Hans Nowak, prolific baker of Vistulia was the first to accept the challenge of Freemen. He stood, proclaimed his strengths and aspirations, and awaited for the elder Vilchyc’s response. The Piast considered his talents, and then explained his trial thusly:

“Your trial shall be seen in accordance to that exactly. You are to prove your worth as a baker, as farmer. I expect you to have every Elder from the Isles – me, Dalebor, Brennus, and Gabriel – receive a dish worthy of true praise. Every Elder has to approve of your cooking on the next Narada. And to that, youare to bring a barrel of hay for our cattle to grow.” 

On the topic of Valka’s Trial

Next, Valka accepted the challenge, and made clear her desire to join the Vilchyc clan. She explained her prowess, her ambitions, and the Piast took them into consideration. He then explained her trial thusly:

“Yu arre to brring moi furr of a wolf slain by yu.” Casimir began, lowering his axe a bit.“ And with it, yu arre to smith an heirrloom weapon forr yurrself. Iedin that yu will pass upon yurr child when time comes. Of trrue worrth and skill. May yu prrove worrth and with it, yu will be blooded into Vilchyc clan, Valka of the Vistulian Clandom.”

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With this news, the mood was lightened. A hope welled in those Vistulians who yet remained true to their country.

HVALA VISTULIA!

ᛜ THE CHANGING OF THE SEASONS ᛜ

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[!] A parchment was nailed indelicately to notice boards across Almaris – It had been penned by a meticulous hand, each letter flourishing in its own right. Along the edges, childish drawings joined the text, self-indulgent and innocent in their depicting the Changing of the Seasons.

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The long nights of Snow’s Maiden hang over us.  Bies’s chill winds blight the crops, their growth utterly stifled by his wicked touch. His reign draws to a close, however - and once more shall Iskra reclaim her rightful seat of power. Her harvests shall prevail, bringing bountiful food to the Freemen of the Isles… and their guests.

When the Sun once more smiles upon the lands – when the harvests are finished, and the stores are piled high with the spoils of the yoke, the Piast of the Clandom, Casimir Vilchyc, and his Council (and AliNa ViLcHyC) extend invitations to all those souls interested in a day of revelry, feasting, and competition. Measures of strength shall be taken, skill with the sword, with riding – and for those less inclined towards the martial pursuits, there shall always be a place for drinking and harmless merriment.

Guests are encouraged – but not required – to bring whatever delicacies or drink they desire from their homelands, however strange. The Clandom is a place to experience all cultures, and this extends to the cuisine just the same. 

Additionally, the Piast’s daughter, Alina Vilchyc, would invite the following.

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Illarion Ibarellan and the subjects of the Principality of Celia'nor. (@VoxyNoir)

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Blessed by Ancestors, Odin Freysson Ruric, King of Norland, and all of its citizenry (@ichigomaster98)

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Renowned Rex Ar-Borok’Akaal, and the followers of the Horde (@DrunkPapaBear)

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Garedyn the  Green,  High Chief of Hefrumm with his Kin (@VerminHunter)

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92nd year of the Reborn Age

“She is an Elf, and I, a Human… I simply could not bear the thought of leaving her alone in this world.”

[!] Depiction of the Last Path that an undead takes upon meeting his demise. Surrounded by spirits of the Ancestors, shamed, faced with all of his sins and crimes - to reach the gates of Bies and be thrown for eternity into his frozen realm.

The months prior had been unkind to the people of Vistulia – misdirection, honeyed words, outright lies. A blight had fallen over the Freemen, manifesting itself in the shape of how many evil creatures? It hadn’t mattered then, they had already made a victim of a young Clansguard, caught up in the naïve passions of youth as he was. The perpetrators of this cruel act had been caught and punished, burned in the sacred flames of Svarog without mercy, but their victims would suffer a fate perhaps more severe.

Freemen of all ages and sorts had gathered in the Great Hall, normally a place of open discussions, merriment, and drinking – now an oppressive tribunal, where the Piast, Casimir Vilchyc would act as the judge, jury, and executioner of the will of the Ancestors. He stood upon the podium, front and centre, with a bearded great-axe clasped in his hands. Lifting it from the ground, the elder Vilchyc crushed it against the rough-hewn floorboards with a resounding crack that sounded off the timber walls of the room. His one-eyed gaze was firmly fixed upon a younger man who sat further down the hall, and he beckoned him to the roaring flames of Svarog that guttered and roiled in the bonfire before him.

Ian returned the stare only momentarily, clutching all the while to the hand of his beloved – an Elven woman by the name of Arya. He wavered there, unwilling to ignore the order, but at once was afraid of what would follow if he obeyed. 

He stood, then moved with all the lethargy of a man walking to his death. His eyes dropped to the floor, the crackling of the flames seeming as if to beckon the Clansguard straight into the fire.

And then he waited.

The Piast recited from memory those two promises to the Ancestors – promises which every Freeman of Vistulia must adhere to – that Ian had turned his back on, betraying those who had come before him. 

First, the man had committed the betrayal of immortality. He had sought of his own volition, those wicked powers that would offer him immortality, and thus an escape from the judgement that all Freemen face after drawing their last, dying breaths. His beloved wept, nails digging into her flesh as she writhed in despair over this first proclamation.

Then, he betrayed the Ancestors once more, through his consorting with those creatures that offered him immortality. Foul things, born of the most wretched ways – feasting on the flesh and blood of men with no remorse for their actions. This was the gravest offence and one that alone would earn any Freeman a swift and unpitying death. And she wept more, folding her arms over her head as tears ran down her cheeks. She could not bear to look.

Ian remained there, listening morosely as the mounting list of his offences was proclaimed for all to hear, but he did not protest. When the Piast asked him if he would deny these things, he only offered a “ No.” in response, shaking his head weakly. Then, the Piast asked him if he had any plea, any defence for himself, to justify such damnable actions, and the man spoke thusly.

 “ I do. You see... I decided to seek out him for help, because of my love for Arya. She is an elf, and I, a Human, it is known that elves live longer… And I simply could not bear the thought of leaving Arya alone in this world...” 

The crowd shuffled uneasily. Some among their number scoffed, unaffected by the romantic plight put forth in the man’s defense – others took to looking appalled, sympathetic even. One among them even jeered, raising his voice to incite more severe punishment. Perhaps most worryingly for the man and his despairing love, though, was the cold, one-eyed stare that still found its way over Svarog’s flame and judged Ian for all he was worth. The Piast locked the man in place with this stare alone, and the Clansguard would know before Casimir even spoke, that his words found no sympathetic purchase.

The elder Vilchyc motioned for his companion, Kargarn Doomforged, to administer the test that would truly damn the man: aurum and salt water. The gilded tip of a spear was thrust into Ian’s grasp, and he clutched the weapon – no effect. Next, the bottled seawater was poured over the guard, and his flesh bubbled and burnt as if seared by unseen flames. The now-revealed Corcituri loosed a wail and looked towards the yet-silent Piast pleadingly. 

 Amongst the gathered rose a voice of compassion towards the creature - one that understood how important love and family can be in the life of a Freeman. Seeking to sway the Piast for a lesser punishment, they asked “If your wife were to live a centuries longer life than you, would you not seek to join her on this journey? If your daughter was to live a life of such length, would you not seek to guide her through it more?”

To which not a second had even passed, as a brutal in its honesty answer was placed. “Never.”

 “Our short lives are not a curse, but a blessing that Radaghast has placed upon us. Our true curse is the wrath we feel to one another. The greed that clouds our mind and makes us commit the worst of the crimes.  The weakness of our mind that we do not wish to better. It is our sacred duty and our blessed right to live those short lives trying not to fall to our curses. To live a short and worthy life, so we may be granted with a blessed afterlife, or punished with an eternity of torment for the lack of our will. To seek immortality is the gravest of sins one can face.”

 After which he was faced with silence. One that may have not been of full acceptance and understanding, but one that showed that his decision will not be denied. Forced to bring judgment upon the man.

When the Piast finally did speak, it reflected the way he glared at the man – cold, and calculated, though he maintained the proud manner he always had. He spoke at length, condemning the man’s actions and his very being, reminding him of the grim fate that awaited those Freemen who consort with evil. Death.

 But the Piast understood that the mind of young blood is weak. Gdie sie mlodi kohai, stari nie wdayo. (Where young are in love, old should not interfere.) Perhaps he had seen that this man was lied to, manipulated and guided by evil to reach his sinful goal. Perhaps it was not sympathy, but the pious will of a true Radaghastian to restore the world to its righteous state, cleansed of the undead taint. Whatever fueled his verdict, the Piast designed instead to offer the man a choice – he would walk a path of redemption lined with hardships of near suicidal proportion, or he would die a tarnished fool, to suffer an afterlife of pain and cold. Hunted as a twisted and unredeemable monster. The path was described thusly:

I. He would be marked with the brand of the tarnished. An icon seared into the flesh of his dominant hand. Should this mark dare to heal because of his ungodly curse, he would have to carve it anew in flesh with a knife, again, and again.

II. He would be stripped of all the rights of a Freeman, seen as a betrayer, and a creature of pure evil.

III. He would be forced to rid himself of the curse – the sickness that which he had wilfully brought upon himself for selfish purposes. Failure to do so would mean being purged of the sickness utilizing the sacred fire of Svarog. 

IV. He would be forced to travel to the farthest reaches of the northern lands. From there, alone, he would have to destroy a great beast and return to the Clandom its hide. Failure to slay such a beast would indicate cowardice and result in his death.

V. He would, upon the success of the previous tasks, return to the Clandom and place an oath of servitude to the Freemen. Under it, he would not be allowed to leave its borders, nor would he be allowed to act against the wishes of its people. With many of his sacred Ancestral Rights stripped off him. Finally, he would not be allowed to live out the eternal life that he had sought.

And again the crowd shuffled with that same unease. Cries of protest were sounded, and roars of vindictive satisfaction were heard over the top of all else. But the Piast would not be swayed from his decision. He glared at the guilty creature and awaited his answer. Would he accept the challenge, and earn the favour of the Ancestors once more, or would he die a coward?

Ian’s answer came in the form of a weak nod, eyes sunken to the floor still as his shoulder continued to pock and deteriorate under the burning of the seawater. Words failed him a moment before he finally stuttered out his affirmation.

“ Yes. I accept.”

And with that, he was shunned. Those gathered in the Great Hall followed the Piast as he guided the wretch to the gates, wending down the road until the group reached the edge of Vistulia. Ian stepped forth, out through the mouth of that imposing gatehouse and turned back to be met with waves, sobs, sneers, and a singular:

“ Zdrovia.”

Vistulian Plea to the Lightbringers

For years now we have faced wicked abominations coming to our land, disguising themselves as descendants, attacking our kinsmen, and bringing chaos and disruption to the innocent. Swaying the weak-willed onto evil paths, adoring them with lies of grandeur, of safety, of hope.

For years we have fought them back. Time after time bringing our blades down upon them, cleansing and purging them with Svarogs flames, with success repelling them away. But as this everlasting fight continues, I - Casimir Vilchyc, Piast of the Vistulian Clandom - understand that there shall come the day when we may lose against them if nothing will be done.

I ask those who see themselves as the bringers of the light to aid me in this unending battle. To aid in keeping lands of the Clandom safe from the twisted and wicked paths of the dark magical arcanas. So that my kin and many more to come may live in peace, knowing that at night only nightmares of the past may haunt them and not the nightmares that had escaped the realm of dreams and forced themselves upon the descendant world.

May your guidance aid the Freemen in making sure that evil will shudder at the very thought of bothering our lands, our people. May your guidance aid us in bringing Svietovids will upon this world, and help to remove the corruption, the taint.

Casimir Vilchyc,

Piast of the Vistulian Clandom, Vodz of the Vilchyc Clan, Uniter of Tribes

Vistulian Narada of the 92nd Year of the Reborn Age

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 On the 10th of The Grand Harvest, 92nd Year of the Reborn Age, the Freemen of Vistulia gathered in their hall to discuss a great many things as they had in the years prior, and the years to come. Whispered words among the Vistulians were strained, for the mood was tense, and the future of their allies boded ill. The following topics were discussed.

On the topic of House Jindle

Joined this year by King Odin Freysson Ruric of Norland and his delegates, the Narada was began with grim news from Vistulia’s northern brothers: Horde-aligned force ‘House Jindle’ – a family of Mali’ker bandits – have lain siege to the roads surrounding Alisgrad, and have attacked the city itself twicely, demanding to be paid a tribute to stay further acts of violence against the Norlandic people. Rex Ar-Borok’Akaal was allegedly notified of the aggressive advance of its subjects, but chose not to act on the matter.

The intention of the Norlanders is to demand recompense. A weregild will be issued that demands the surrender of all members of the Jindle family, financial repayment, and a public missive declaring the culpability of The Horde in allowing for bandits to raid neutral nations – something that should never have been tolerated under the Frostfire Pact.

Citing a complete intolerance for the act of breaking an oath, a vote was issued by Piast Casimir Vilchyc, to decide whether the whole of Vistulia should involve themselves once more in the conflicts of the north. 

• A near-unanimous vote has dictated that the Freemen of Vistulia would provide support to the people of Norland in the face of perceived Horde hostilities.

• Further, Piast Casimir Vilchyc, would attempt to broker peace between all three parties, stemming the need for violence.

On the topic of the new Vojvodz

The Piast took the stand after the Norlanders had departed to bring news of his wife and current Vojvodz, Jasna Vilchyc, and her failing health. As a result of her decline, the Piast enquired after both Dalebor Kos, and Tadeusz Kutrzeba as potential candidates to replace Jasna Vilchyc as Vojvodz. After Dalebor Kos expressed reluctance to fulfill this role, Tadeusz Kutrzeba instead opted to don the mantle.

Thus, in one Elven dien’s time, Mlodivoj Tadeusz shall ascend the ranks of the Clansguard and be sworn in as Vojvodz by Piast Casimir Vilchyc – becoming acting general of Vistulian military forces.

On the topic of the Vodirej

Speaking then on a need for a dedicated Vistulian host – someone who would welcome strangers to the village, to make events, and to ensure that every Muz would have a home – the Piast invited Maja Kos to the position of Vodirej. Though hesitant, Maja would accept the role under the condition that she be able to obtain tutelage from those who had served those duties before her. Additionally, Maja would ask that she be allowed to employ others to assist in her role – a request that was gladly obliged

On the topic of Horses and Stables

Skarbnic Toorvuld spoke his piece when he informed those gathered of his recent acquisition of a sizeable herd of horses during his travels. These steeds would serve to help bolster the numbers of the Vistulian herd, and would be given to those Freemen in need of a horse.

Citing a need to expand Vistulian trade, and to promote across the realm the virtues of the athletic Vistulian horse stock, the Piast called for the construction of a stable outside the city. The plans for which shall be completed in due time by Skarbnic Toorvuld and Tvorca Gabriel. 

The stables shall be tended by Freeman of the Isles, Alfie – and whichever muz or dzievka he should employ there. From it shall be produced fine saddles, horse whistles, and the high-quality tack associated with the horsemen of the Clandom. Additionally, the stable would offer mares and stallions at a fair price to those seeking a superior steed.

On the topic of Thieves

Maja Kos offered to speak again, this time on a more somber note – thieves have run amok within Vistulia, stealing herbs from anonymous Freemen for reasons yet unknown. The Kos matriarch asked that those with information as to the whereabouts or identities of the thieves step forward so as to put an end to such dishonorable acts. Signage within the tavern, located on the notice board, would implore Freemen to pursue this same cause.

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HVALA VISTULIA!

Vistulian Narada of the 91st Year of the Reborn Age

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 On the 10th of The Grand Harvest, 91th Year of the Reborn Age, the freepeoples of the Vistulian isles gathered once more as friends, neighbors, and family to give their voices to the Narada. There were forces at work, many things were changing, and the isles would soon become something else, something greater than before. The gathering was electrified, and the Vistulians chattered amongst themselves, discussing the following topics.

On the topic of Sheo Amanthul-Var’Suuth

Vojvodz Jasna Vilchyc took to the stand first, addressing her fellows in a grave tone, and with graver tidings. Indicating, on her cheek, the large scar which had been dealt to her earlier in the year, she leveled accusations of assault against one Vistulian fisherman, Sheo Amanthul- Var’Suuth. These accusations were not denied, the Mali’Ker in fact having admitted to throwing a tomahawk in the Vojvodz’s direction with ill-intent. As a consequence of this attack, Sheo Amanthul should suffer the following penalties against his person, as decreed by Piast Casimir Vilchyc:

• A stripping of his rights as freeman in regards to being able to bear weaponry within the Clandom. Unless by decree of the Clansguard during times of crisis, he would not be allowed to carry arms.

• The searing of a brand into the back of his hand, indicating to all his dishonorable behavior in the eyes of the Ancestors. Until such time as Sheo Amanthul-Var’suuth has reacquired the favor of the Ancestors – through living life with respect for living beings and the natural world – he shall bear this mark, a blight that would condemn him to Bies’s tortuous afterlife.

On the topic of Clinics

As Jasna Vilchyc left the stand, Clansguard medic Fedinri Krirdrul took her place. She brought with her an earnest plead for the construction of a new clinic, citing an attack that took place earlier in the month and the many who were injured in this altercation with no established place of health to turn to. This suggestion was met with overwhelming, unanimous approval from those assembled. Clan Elder Brennus hal’Cingedoz himself offered the location of his former clan-hall as a space with adequate room to house the ailing. This was taken to be an agreeable solution – though the details of which have yet to be arranged for.

On the topic of Seabound Towers

Brennus hal’Cingedoz then took his place at the stand. He spoke on the newly-arrived Fisherman’s Guild, and more specifically, of a fisherman who regaled him with a strange story. It was said that the man had sailed out of the bay westward, as if in the direction of Saqr when he found a curious sight that could only be described as a collection of towers sprouting out of the sea, “...twisting and turning like faces greeting a newcomer.” The Clan Elder acknowledged that fishermen have a penchant for the hyperbolic, but suggested that perhaps there was an interesting grain of truth to the story.

The freepeoples of the Clandom expressed an interest in pursuing this curious lead, with the Piast himself in agreeance that there may be worth in investigating these “towers”.

Else was discussed, but would not be put to paper until the proper time.

 Hvala Vistulia!

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A NEW VISTULIA

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[!] A flier was posted across the realm – a plain thing and yet not altogether crude or ugly. It bore hastily-yet-ornately drawn designs, evocative of multiple ancient Highlandic cultures at once, yet each one complemented the rest. A dozen different fliers – a dozen different handwritings, someone had been busy.

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BREAD AND SALT!

From its more modest foundation, Vistulia has been built anew to accommodate its growing population, its flourishing culture, and its sparkling ambitions. A great deal many more homes have been built, fortifications have been further secured, and a new square befitting the Clandom has been designed. Now, Vistulia should stand as a jewel of the south, a city worthy of harboring all the ancient clans of the Highlanders and the free men and women who share in their wild nature.

Piast of the Clandom, Casimir Vilchyc and his Council extend invitations to all those interested in witnessing and partaking of festivities to commemorate the occasion. The celebrations should include all the typical Vistulian merriment – strong drink, good food, and the ever-important raucous games of physical skill and strength. Additionally, homes should be available for those seeking a more permanent stay among the lively muz and dzievka of the isle. Guests in a house, Iskra in a house!

The Piast would also personally invite the following parties to the celebration:

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The Principality of Celia’nor and all of its subjects.

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Blessed by Ancestors, Odin Freysson Ruric, King of Norland, and all of its citizenry (@ichigomaster98)

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Renowned Rex Ar-Borok’Akaal, and the followers of the Horde (@DrunkPapaBear)

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Garedyn the Mossy with his Kin (@VerminHunter)

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HVALA VISTULIA!

Vistulian Narada of the 90th Year of the Reborn Age

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 On the 10th of The Grand Harvest, 90th Year of the Reborn Age, the people of Vistulia gathered in their mighty Great Hall to share with one another news of their jubilant city once again. Culminating out of this joyful gathering was news on the following matters.

On the topic of Lesnik Minto’s Gibbon

It has come to the attention of the Vistulian people that the golden gibbon belonging to Vistulia’s Lesnik – Minto, has gone missing. Minto noted during his time on the podium that the animal loves to throw popcorn, swing from the rafters, and chain-smoke cigarettes due to a nasty addiction to tobacco. As such, the Lesnik has declared henceforth that all visitors to Vistulia should be garnished with a free cigarette should they enquire after one at the tavern in hopes that the resulting uptick in tobacco smoke should lure the wayward creature back to its concerned owner.

• A vote determined that mandatory smoking of tobacco products would be unnecessary, though individuals are regardless greatly encouraged to take up the habit.

• A reward of 100 minas has been offered by the Lesnik to the one who should first capture and return the gibbon to its rightful owner unharmed.

On the topic of Hunts

Continuing his declaration, the Lesnik touched on the subject of game overabundance on the Vistulian isles. While fish populations have been kept in check by the enthusiastic efforts of the local fishermen, the populations of small and large game animals have swelled at a rate current hunting efforts have not matched. For fear of encouraging predatory animals to prowl the isles in unsafe numbers, Lesnik Minto has requested that all ablebodied hunters should pursue opportunities to partake of and host their own hunting parties to quell the beast populations.

On the topic of Fishing

Taking the stand then, Vistulian fisherman Sheo Amanthul-Var’suuth presented those gathered with a colorful speech citing the very numerous benefits of fishing, as well as its purported sanctity. He ended this speech with a proposal: Any and all who do not already possess the skill and know-how necessary to effectively fish are more than welcome to enquire after tutelage under him at his residence on the Northern side of Vistulia.

On the topic of Baked Goods

Introducing herself to the free-men and free-women for the first time, one Melody Komnenos announced her hope to join Vistulian Tavern-Musin Flour in maintaining a local bakery. It is their intention to provide their kin with baked goods of a saccharine and savory nature. Those interested in sating their sweet tooth are encouraged to visit their fledgling business in Vistulia as soon as it is ready.

On the topic of Rebuilding Vistulia

Returning to the stand, Vojvodz Jasna Vilchyc, acting in the Piasts’s stead, announced the completion of the architectural plans intended to pave the way for a completely renovated Vistulia. Lead by Master Engineer Gabriel Lesnik, and Master of Coin Toorvuld – both  aided by numerous dutiful Vistulian artists – the new design drafts will guide the construction of many more homes, a larger plaza, and greater allotment of space for shops and other venues. 

Vistulian workers are already setting to work bringing these plans to fruition, and the landscape of the city shall soon be changing. Free-men and free-women are encouraged to prepare their belongings in preparation of the renovations to come.

On the topic of the Clansguard

Vojvodz Jasna Vilchyc continued the Narada by declaring her intent to begin more Clansguard-based campaigns – trainings, mock-combats, and the like in hopes to further solidify the competence of her warriors. Able-bodied Vistulians interested in taking up the sword to aid in the defense of their country are encouraged to enquire after Vojvodz Jasna Vilchyc or Vojmistr Dalebor Kos.

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Two mages exited the grand portal of that most illustrious of temples, carved in canyon stone, its portal agape facing eastward on the outskirts of Old Savoy. The two, robed in cerulean and swarthy enough to camouflage in the dusk horizon, embraced one last time in a brotherly grip. They separated with one nervously boarding a dinghy that rested half onto the sandy shore and the other one climbing the nearest plateau overlooking the temple. The two mages' locked gazes as the first set his raft onto the sea and the other disappeared in a sea of clay bodies, terracotta soldiers forming a testudo, and marched westward.

Marib sat in his dinghy, drawing his robes closer as if trying to find some sense of security in being swaddled in the garments. He felt little comfort in being exposed at sea and half-heartedly took his oars in hand. With each exertion and row, he distanced himself from the shore and set himself further out in the vastness unfamiliar to him. He knew only the general direction he intended to go, somewhere onto the mainland continent where Elvenesse & Urguan reigned, but had no more specific a destination. The boat rocked with the growing choppiness of the waters and it crawled from Old Savoy.

Il'Watar's face grew as white as one might expect from a dark-complexioned Farfolk. He had one last mission, both important yet ineffectually so for himself. The emotionless Sorvian spearmen proceeding in a testudo around him obeyed their orders listlessly, but he could not help dwelling upon what he had become. Forlorn hope am I, to give Marib enough time to evade spying eyes and prying hands. The small formation had been sent as a diversion. They would be part of a two-pronged attack on the Vistulian Isles, the nearest settlement and the main foes of the Chorasmians, with the other half of the effort coming from a third mage and his Sorvian contingent holed up in an abandoned keep in Freimark.

A sudden pause snapped Il'Watar to his senses. The Sorvian testudo halted their movement and began to brace their shields as the faint noise of hoofbeats drummed across the plateau. Il'Watar stood himself straight and began to concentrate, a deep green aura painting itself over his fingertips, unperturbed as the sound of arrows whirred into shields and over the formation. Clansguard horsearchers broke into a circle around the testudo in an attempt to encircle and catch the terracotta spearmen unprotected. The Sorvians, holding their spears overhand, peppered any cavalry that dared to get too close.

A faint glow cast itself over the plateau like that of the rising sun of dawn. Il'Watar sighed relief as the second contingent started their operations on the plateau overlooking the Narada Isle. Flaming shards of ammunition and the yawn of exhausted trebuchet beams caught the attention of the Vistulians and their riders peeled away from the testudo and towards the sight and noise. Il'Watar called out for the testudo to continue onward, approaching the bridge stretching from the Savoyard peninsula to the Vistulian Isles. The bombardment from the entrenched second contingent of Chorasmians continued with some munitions falling harmlessly against the face of the island crags while others found true targets; rooftops thrown open and exposed and burning.

The next volley from the trebuchets seemed brighter than before. Il'Watar squinted his eyes and observed as counterweights, trebuchet arms, and frames caught fire. Silhouettes swallowed the flames, the Vistulians having fallen upon the entrenched unit and engaged in hand-to-hand & horseback combat and cutting down the Sorvians and their master in the distance. Marib, how far have you gotten at this point, your forlorn hopes are being cut down too quickly. He ordered the testudo around him to halt at the foot of the bridge. No point continuing as they will return, it is time to put up our own part of the fight.

Sorvian spearmen proceeded to turn their testudo formation so that the two flanks faced either the gateway on the other side of the bridge and the approach of the bridge. Night cast an obscure veil over the grounds, sconces barely giving enough light to make out anything further than twenty feet away. Il'Watar motioned with his hands as he conjured sand along the ground around them. If any come near, I'll sense their steps. A horse passed at full gallop around the rear of the testudo, then another. The mage turned and felt one his legs buckle with a sharp pain that sent him onto his opposite knee.

An arrow protruded from Il'Watar's left leg, his eyes widening as he came to realize that very thing. The formation of spears and shields buckled on their own as warhammers and horse bodies pushed and shoved and broke clay bodies and wooden shields. The mage looked helplessly and was struck onto his back as shards of clay sprayed and dashed around him. The Vistulians, outnumbering and outmaneuvering, made quick work of his own troops and soon he came face to face with one such Radaghastian whose irate eyes seemed capable of setting anything he looked at aflame.

"This time we take nie chances," the furious Vistulian exclaimed as he tightened his grip on a bearded battleaxe in both his hands. Il'Watar shrank away from the insinuated comment and held up one of his arms over his face in fear.

"Wait! Piast! Moi think one last chance shall be given to the bastard. Sure, rats like this are not worthy of life, but he is being used as a tool!" another Vistulian, younger than the first, urged. The Piast rested the battleaxe slung across one shoulder and looked at the juvenile.

"Yes, yes. Mercy, listen to the young boy. . .," Il'Watar managed to get out as he pressed dry lips together parched with panic.

The Piast glared at Il'Watar, now standing over him, then looks to the petitioning Vistulian and mused, "If we spare him now, it ends all the same - again & again they will come and attack."

Il'Watar mustered enough spittle to wet his lips and commented, "O' Piast is it? Your soldiers have taken out all the mages save for Marib & I and destroyed what manufactories we had in our temple for producing the clay-soldiers. I'd dare say this is the last you have seen from us."

"And where is Marib?" the juvenile queried bluntly. Il'Watar looked past them, in a thousand-yard stare, and past the buildings too as if to sea, "He has left across the blue expanse. To Elvenesse? To Urguan? I do not know. It was an idea brought up when the three criminals broke us out of your prison."

The Piast took a step back and motioned for the youth to render him care. Il'Watar thanked the boy profusely, swearing neither harm from his own hands and offering the Vistulians to take his hands so he could not cast as a means to clarify his sincerity. Marib, sail far and sail fast, Sumfaya is dead and I a menial prisoner-servant. Our temple is empty and our people fled or vanquished. The juvenile introduced himself as Bogodar and took the injured mage into custody. The anchorage of the bridge looked as if a hundred vases had been dropped with clay shards and shrapnel littering the approach to the bridge. Two trebuchets adjacent to the bridge, on a plateau between Vistulia & Freimark, burned with the occasional creak of wood collapsing in on itself.

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[!] From the warm lush isles where Vistulia stands; the news of a union spreads far and wide! Travelling through wisps of word and by letters and flyers sent shortly after.

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It is in good spirits that the news of a found union between the Piast of Vistulia Casimir Vilchyc and the Vojvodz of Vistulia Jasna Vojcura is announced! The ceremony which shall be beared witness to by the gods, will take place on [OOC 21 August 2-3PM] and within the Clandom of the Vistulian Isles. All are welcomed to attend on the fateful day.

Festivities and merriment will follow after the ceremony; these events are as follows: 

And more will take place!

{ May their union be of peace and longevity }

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His Majesty, King Odin of Norland with his kin/pedigree and citizens (@ichigomaster98)

Renowned Rex Ar-Borok of the Horde and the followers of the Horde (@DrunkPapaBear)

His Majesty, Viceroy Cesar the First of Hyspia with his kin/pedigree and citizens (@Javert)

His Serenity, Davli of the Verdant Glade; alongside his kin/pedigree and citizens ( @Datweirdguy)

Brennus af Cingedoz with his kin (@Langobardi)

Maciej Jazloviecki with his kin and followers ( @Olox_)

Dalebor Kos with his kin (@Darthpiesel)

Ulfar the Lightbringer (@Papa Rock)

Garedyn the Mossy with his kin  (@VerminHunter)

Renowned Mastersmith and craftsman Cagliostro with his kin (@AfroJoeTheOlogBro)

HVALA VISTULIA

https://youtu.be/jXY42smjhRQ

“Freemen of Clandom do not kneel.”

Preamble:

Vistulia is a collection of southern islands that hold the Radaghastian and Cingedoz cultures. Currently run by the Piast of Vistulia; Casimir Vilchyc, the islands offer solace and companionship to anyone who wishes to come. Vistulia gives a united feel to its citizens and acts as a shelter for the abandoned.
 

Cultures:

There are two primary cultures in Vistulia but it’s not at all limited to either, any culture is welcome to call Vistulia home.

Radaghastians: Hospitable people with a joyful nature and a strong will. You’ll often be able to tell who’s Radaghastian by their distinct accent and strong language. They’ve been raised to have deep respect for nature and the earth at their feet. A strong, sturdy group of men and women with short tempers but kind temperaments.

Cingedoz: The Cingedoz are often known for their woodworking & other artisanal professions as well as being inclined to adventure & traveling for trade. Thusly, though the Cingedoz are a smaller clan, they contribute greatly to the Isles by bringing in trade and diplomacy. You will often see both men & women taking up the bardic tradition, penmanship, and an austere & practical architecture. They speak the Sprækjom language and have distinct accents when speaking Common.

Traditions/Jobs:

Often times the traditions themselves are usually just cultural traditions. Most traditions of the cultures blend in with the Clandom as a collective, it is not strictly for one group but for everyone as a whole to get involved in and learn. Although the jobs are unlimited and offered to anyone who feels fit to take on the task.

Vistulian horses: Horses are a big part of Vistulia. You won’t see a single citizen without a proper home-bred steed. These horses are often bred to max durability, strength and speed, often large and powerful creatures that can trek through all types of climates. Horses are Vistulian's best friends.

Clansguard: Many Vistulians are seen in the clansguard armour, representing a strong group of men and women who have agreed to put their life on the line for their home. These people have been trained for physical combat against both people and monsters alike, they are taught an assortment of things such as ranged and close-combat styles.

Blacksmithery: If you are interested in working with metal to create fascinating objects or simply want to create weaponry and armour, Vistulia is always an option! Vistulia is often looking for people who can provide us with unique objects along with useful ones.

Narada: Narada is essentially the court of Vistulia. You often go there to hear about matters going on, speak on behalf of something or contest a decision. You can even get involved in voting for things that could change the islands.

Maps to Vistulia and the land itself:

As stated before, Vistulia is set in the south, and the path itself is fairly easy to follow. The islands themselves are rather cosy and linked together with bridges. People often appreciate the closeness of everything, glad they don’t have to follow a maze to get to certain places.

5th of Bies’s Month, 89th year of the Reborn Age

Signed by:

The Horde

And

Clandom of Vistulia

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  Upon the wish from Clandom of Vistulia, the following treaty was drafted and signed with mutual agreement between the Piast of Clandom, Casimir Vilchyc, and the Rex of the Horde, Ar-Borok the Shaman. May it bring no discord, but instead give a better opportunity to unite the two nations and bind them stronger not by the singular banner, but by mutual will of betterment, of mutual aid and unified idea for what may be to come.

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I. On Separate Futures

•  By request of the Piast and his council, Clandom of Vistulia will withdraw from the Horde on peaceful terms, terminating their allegiance in agreement to the terms included within the treaty called “One Horde”. 

II. On Relations

•  Rex Ar-Borok of the Horde and Piast Casimir Vilchyc of the Vistulian Clandom reaffirm their battle bonds, seeing each other as friends who shared mutual fields of battle for years.

•  Both sides agree to continue the good relation between both sovereign factions, aiming to use this opportunity to strengthen the bonds, instead of weakening them.

III. On Sovereignty

•  The Horde and Clandom of Vistulia recognize each other's sovereignty. Additionally both Rex Ar-Borok The Shaman and Piast Casimir Vilchyc recognize each other's right to rule.

IV. On Non-Aggression Pact

•  In accordance with the above points of the relation, both sides agree to avoid any military conflict between each other. In case of any transgressions of that point, both leaders or their representatives shall meet on the first possible occasion, aiming to clear the situation and avoid any bloodshed.

•  The Non-Aggression Pact will remain for the lifetime of the rulers. Upon passing of one of them, this pact may be extended upon mutual agreement of the leaders.

V. On Trade

•  Both sides agree to open lands for trade with each other, ensuring safety of the traders while they are present within the others lands, as well as safe passage to the cities.

Ar-Borok’Akaal, Rex of The Horde

Dominus Ixula’Akaal, Warchief of Akaal, Naakh ob Leyd

Willy of San’Velku, Envoy of The Horde

Casimir Vilchyc, Piast of the Vistulian Clandom, Vodz of Vilchyc Clan

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Vistulian Narada of the 89th Year of the Reborn Age

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 On the 5th of Bies’s Month, 89th Year of the Reborn Age, the clans and free-men of Vistulia once more gathered in their Great Hall to discuss matters of import to every man, woman, and child who called the isles their home. Amidst a great deal of merriment and the friendly chatter typical of their people, the gathered discussed the following topics and forged their decisions in regards to each.

On the topic of the Jazloviecki Family

Acknowledging that the people of Grodno have been true and faithful friends to the people of Vistulia, worthy of being treated not as simple visitors, but as equals to the muz and dzievka of the isles, the Piast has deigned to declare the following.

• The men and woman of Grodno and all their kin shall henceforth be represented within the Clandom righteously.

• Maciej Jazloviecki shall be seen as a Clan Elder, and his family shall become a recognized Clan of the Vistulian lands, carrying with it all associated privileges of the Clandom.

On the topic of the Clansguard

Noting with great pride the growing numbers of muz who have flocked to join the ranks of the Clansguard, the Piast spoke on a greater need for more rigorous training and a more ample supplying of the weapons and strategems necessary for the Clansguard to better protect their homeland, especially against those threats with inhuman natures.

• Vojvodz, Vojmistr, and Vojtvor shall henceforth ensure that every Clansguardsman should be equipped with the arms and armor necessary to deal any that would bear ill-will towards their fellow kinsmen.

• The Clandom shall seek for a new smith who can craft for the Clansguard arms with which to achieve this end. In the meantime, the Piast has offered his knowledge of smithing to kinsmen in dire need of those services.

On the topic of the Gathering of Elders

Taking into consideration the absence of laws governing the usage of magic in all its forms, whether or not it should be outlawed, and what types should be considered permissible even if not endorsed, the Piast has called for a Gathering of the Elders to be convened to discuss all topics related to such.

The Elders are to be joined in these discussions by Cormack, who offered his expertise on the matters such as to expedite the process of making well-informed laws regarding the arcane.

On the topic of the Clandom’s Departure from the Horde

It was with grave seriousness that the Piast declared henceforth that the Clandom of Vistulia shall no longer affiliate itself with the ranks of the Horde, though their ties should still remain courteous. From this point forwards, the Clandom shall act independently and be the master of its own fate, no longer cowering behind others, and no longer acting in wars it has no interest in.

This decision arises from a growing disparity between the desires of the Vistulian people and the desires of the Horde. Thus, it has been deemed best for both the people of Vistulia and the people of the Horde to go their separate ways, neither party dragging the other down with their individual differences.

The Piast hopes that this severing of the Vistulian people from the Horde should assuage doubts held by members of the Clandom, thus facilitating the easing of tensions and a more open discussion as to what the future holds for all parties involved.

On the topic of Norland

Following the absolution of the Clandom from the Horde, the Piast should like to create new bonds with the kin of Norland. Taking into account that Norland has faithfully come to the aid of Vistulia during times of strife, and that the Clandom has returned the favor by protecting their Northern kinsmen, there shall be a signing of a defensive pact that legitimizes this arrangement.

On the topic of Religious Festivities and the new Duhovnik

Making strides towards a return to Radaghastian form, Bogodar Vilchyc has offered to take up the mantle of the Clandom’s Duhovnik, that he should be able to offer the isle religious services that have been absent from Vistulia’s monastery as of late. With the endorsement of the Piast, Bogodar Vilchyc shall arrange to take his vows in the name of the Father-Above-All that he may carry out his duties faithfully.

With this, the Clandom should soon expect to enjoy more lively traditional Radaghastian religious festivities such as Iskra’s Rule Day, and Lumina’s Festival, among other things.

On the topic of The Bigger Blue

Taking to the stand, Cormack spake of an opportunity for the Clansguard and free warriors alike to assist their ancient allies, The Bronzed Phalanx, in a hunt for a terrible creature known only as “The Bigger Blue”. In exchange for their services, The Bronzed Phalanx offered large sums of salt and bronze to any able-bodied warriors who would aid them in putting the beast down.

The beast was described as a massive bird, powerful enough to lift a elephant with its great talons. It is believed to guard a wealth greater than any griffon’s hoard of gold, and is said to dwell upon the Isles of Beasts, a land beyond the Silver Ocean fraught with vast dangers, but playing host to “True Life”. 

With the Piast’s approval, the consideration was met with roaring applause and the raising of a great deal many implements of warfare.

On the topic of the Horde’s Trade Pact

Having listened to a proposition from Horde-diplomat Willy of Zan’Velku, the Piast, in conjunction with Brennus hal’Cingedoz, has agreed to a trade pact that amounts to, in essence, an open-borders agreement between the people and goods of Vistulia, and the people and goods of the Horde.

• Henceforth, tradespeople of the Horde shall be permitted to peddle their wares and services, and travel the roads within Vistulian lands without fear of being harassed, robbed, or harmed by the people of the Clandom.

• Likewise, tradespeople of the Clandom shall be permitted to peddle their wares and services, and travel the roads within Horde lands without fear of being harassed, robbed, or harmed by the people of the Horde.

On the topic of Casimir and Jasna’s Bond

Confirmed towards the closing of the Narada, Piast Casimir Vilchyc made known his plans to bind his fate together with Jasna Vilchyc in the presence of the bogovi. Invitations shall be sent out within the next year and a half, inviting Vistulians to share in this momentous occasion by celebrating, feasting, and enjoying drink until the very last one standing.

On the topic of Scribes

Briefly touching on the matter of the Clandom’s pursual of capable scribes to record Vistulian legislation, it was asserted by the Piast that Gabriel Lesnik would now assist in penning documents related to law, and in authoring the transcription of all Naradas from now until he is no longer able.

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First Grand Vistulian Horserace

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To all the brave men and women of Almaris, to masters of the saddle, to horse breeders and fans of the sports!

 Vistulian Clandom invites all on this Iskras Dien [5th of August, 4PM EST] to participate in the Grand Vistulian Horserace! All are welcome to participate, with 5 racers per round! Those who shall win the qualifying race will be then given a chance to participate in the Championship race, for which the following prizes are prepared!

1st place - 150 mina, 2 finest Vistulian Horses, 2 saddles, cavalry weapon forged by the finest of our smiths

2nd place - 100 mina, 1 finest Vistulian Horse, 1 saddle

3rd place - 50 mina, 1 finest Vistulian Horse, 1 saddle

 If you wish to participate, make sure to attach your name underneath this announcement, following the given outline! Anyone who will not sign up before underneath this announcement may do so up to half an hour before the race in person! After that, sign ups will be officially closed!

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 Full Name:

 Horse Name:

 Allegiance: [A chance to represent and gain renown to aligned faction]

Invitation to the Vistulian Ritual of Leadership 

Men and women of Vistulia pass by settlements, handing out leaflets to those invited

During the Vistulian Narada of the 86th Year of the Reborn Age, Piast Casimir Vilchyc was reelected into the leading position. With it, comes the Ritual of Leadership, a sacred Ritual to oath a new Piast into his servitude, for a true leader is there for his people, so his people may be there for him when needed. Piast found it right to invite his close friends and allies to the ritual, so they may witness his oaths, instead of having the ritual performed in solitude.

A traditional Ritual of Leadership entails, first and foremost, the ritual itself which is an integral part of Vistulian culture, and as such is of utmost importance to the Vistulian people. Once the ritual is finished, a full day of festivities is planned! Complimentary drinks and food will be offered to all in attendance. If you’re looking for entertainment, try your hand at many Vistulian games, such as Koshei’s Luck, Piast on the Hill, or perhaps even at besting a true Vistulian in a drinking competition.  

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To celebrate this momentous occasion, we extend an invite to our allies

 King Odin Freysson and the Kingdom of Norland, along with Dunrath (@ichigomaster98),

Rex Ar-Borok Akaal and The Horde (@DrunkPapaBear),

Viceroy Cesar Monet-de Pelear and the Viceroyalty of Hyspia (@Javert),

Queen Leika de Astrea and the Kingdom of Elysium (@Tigergiri),

Pharaohate of Chaldees (@Melpomenne),

Margrave Maciej Jazloviecki and the March of Grodno (@Olox_),

Pyotr Ludovar along with his family (@Aidan_CoG),

Chief Garedyn the Mossy along with his kin (@VerminHunter)

[July 30th at Vistulia, 4PM EST]

Daelish Treaty of Vistulia

Written and signed on the 5th of Lumians Blessing, 87th year of the Reborn Age

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By mutual agreement between Piast Casimir Vilchyc, current holder and guardian of the Daelish Title after its reclamation from Llewelyn The Snake, and Ruadh Mor, heir of the Gromach line, proud man of Daelish Heritage, rightful heir to the Daelish title, the title of Daeland shall be returned back to its rightful kin.

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Both sides agree to the following terms:

- Piast Casimir Vilchyc grants Ruadh Mor the Title of Daeland, with it renouncing any claims he has or had to it.

- Ruadh Mor acknowledges that the title of Daeland no longer holds any claims to the Vistulian Clandom, its Isles, or any other lands within the southern continent of Almaris.

- Piast Casimir Vilchyc promises to acknowledge and support Ruadh Mors right to the Title of Daeland, with it offering his support if he decides to aid the Daelish kin to reunite under one banner.

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Casimir Vilchyc, Piast of the Vistulian Clandom, Vodz of Vilchyc Clan

Roy Mor Charleson, Chief of Clan Gromach

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