Written on the 2nd of The Deep Cold, 231 S.A., this missive is spread far and wide, reaching every corner of Aevos by letter or by mouth. Its contents has become public knowledge

“THE TUNDRA GRIEVES”

Many know me as an aunt-figure, many more do not know me at all, but today, we all grieve together. With us, the winter winds howl with a shivering fear and the clouds thunder with a deep anguish as I announce to the people of Solheim-

THE ATROCITIES OF NORLAND

On the 1st of The Deep Cold, year 231 of the Second Age, The Kingdom of Norland launched a raid against the temporary construction of The City-State of Vansk, during which they torched a tent and dared to try to light the rest ablaze, only for any further destruction to be washed away by the tundric weather. In the chaos, three orphaned children who had been brought to the safety of Vansk by the Foxtrot Family Orphanage were stolen from their crib and torn from the snowlands in which they were meant to be raised in. These children were:

Mimir

A dark-elf newborn girl.

Hodo

A highlandic six-month-old boy.

Kyren

A heartlandic one-year-old girl.

The Kingdom of Norland chose to attack during an event in which would have raised money to not only construct our city but also a grand orphanage named after my late mother Celenar Foxtrot. The loss of the men and women who fought to defend our walls we grieve deeply.

As of current, myself nor the Foxtrot family know the condition of these children, nor of their fate. We pray for their safe return, but this cannot be done without the cooperation of Norland.

MY PLEA

I wish for no violence nor chaos, I mere beg for the safe return of these children so that they may find peace at home once more. Tell your falcons and crows to send your letters to Estel, and pray that they find their way to me to tell me of my childrens’s survival and your intent to return them.

~ Estel Clausenharte Foxtrot

Heiress of Clan Foxtrot, Aunt of Many Greats, Bestel

OOC:

Notice of Death

[!] An official missive from Clan Gylldene has been distributed to friends and family. It is unusually short, cold and to the point. Some noticeable changes have been made.

It is with great sorrow and regret we inform you that Sera Gylldene has passed away, forever will she rest within the Halls of the All-Father. May you take solace in knowing her death was peaceful. She was struck down in the night by an unknown assailant, her final words left a mystery.

Tragedy may have taken her, but it will never erase her memory. May her name and legacy live on through her husband and children, who she loved dearly, and her Clan members, who she was ever devoted to. She leaves behind a will, which has been left with her Clan Chieftain, Farian Malto-Gylldene, to manage its fulfillment.

A small, private funeral will be held in accordance with her wishes. May His Flame provide guidance during this time of grief.

The national anthem for the City-State of Vansk. An original composition written and performed by members of the Vansk community.

CREDITS:
@PestyWarlock- Original Composition, Video Editing, Lyrics
@UniBearse- Artwork
@rose6614- Performer (Soprano)
@cornsoda- Performer (Alto)
@Aimy_lol- Lyrics, Performer (Alto, Tenor)
@simpleglitchbro- Performer (Tenor)
@PanicZealot- Performer (Tenor, Baritone)
@Askuzai- Performer (Tenor, Baritone)
@Welkitends- Additional Lyrics

LYRICS:

Wind, breeze blowing far and
wide, sea waves crashing in the
tide. Where the warmth is gone we’re
lost without a ho-
 

me. Chill rends the skin and
soul, yet we persevere a-
lone. We sail closer t’wards the
rocky northern moor by tide and
 

flame. Bright, burning through the,
night. Embers fill the clouded
skies. Keeping warm the trav’lers
‘til the seas meet quarried stone and
 

When the tides begin to
fall and the flames answer our
call, we will know that we are
sailing t’wards the place we now call
 

home. Our home above the
shores, where our banners rise and
soar. Take a drink with us and
hear the songs of Tide and Flame and
home (hear the songs of Tide and Flame and)
 

When (the) tides begin to
fall (and the) flames answer our
call, (we will) know that we are
sailing t’wards the place we now call
 

home. (Our) home above the
shores, (where our) banners rise and
soar. (Take a) drink with us and
hear the songs of Tide and Flame in
Vansk.

The City-State of Vansk invites one and all to partake in a feast.

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A MESSAGE TO FAMILY AND FRIEND

As the chill of The Amber Cold settles over the north, the outpost of Vansk calls all kin and kith to gather 'round the fire. On the 4th of the Amber Cold, 231 SA (Sólsmánaðr, IAÁ 557), a humble feast will be held to honor our growing unity, the strength of our comradery, and to raise much-needed funds for the construction of Vansk.

Though our halls are but tents and our walls mere timber, our spirits burn as bright as the First Flame.

Bring what you can; food, drink, coin, and tales to share. Let this be the first of many gatherings as we carve our home from stone and sea.

May the Flame guide you,

and may your cups never empty.