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REVELRY OF SHIFTING SEASONS

IN CELEBRATION OF THE CHANGE OF SEASON

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THE CHANGE OF SEASON DAWNS UPON US

The unforgiving and frigid grasp of winter loosens in favor of warmer, colorful schemes–to spring and into summer–a beautiful occasion boasted by nature and certainly one worth celebrating! One must disregard the fact that Aelwen permeates in a state of perpetual autumn for even lands blessed eternally by gold and crimson leaves may welcome the resplendent essence of warmer seasons. 

And thus does Aelwen beckon its denizens–and all else of the realm–to join in vibrant merriment on one evening in appreciation and joyous activity. Her own tavern & public house, The White Stag Pub, shall host the celebration. All are welcome. 

In accordance with the occasion will specialty drinks and food be provided of rich and seasonal significance–and certainly not without Aelwen’s own traditions. All shall be encouraged to share their greatest and most valiant tales, for although the seasons turn and new beginnings await, the victories of seasons past are still worth celebrating. Not a soul will be permitted to merely spectate, even if all they find themselves capable to do is engage briefly in a bard’s performance. 

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✷ EVENT INFORMATION

The celebration will be held within The White Stag Pub in two months time. Food and drinks will be served in typical fashion amidst the festivities. Tales will be exchanged and perhaps rewarded, should one share a story captivating enough. Games of undetermined nature shall ensue and The Pit, too, shall remain open. It is encouraged to don attire most reflective of the season. 

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parsaer ay'ellaurir'fenn

iyl thill’onn mahnihan ohn irrin;

parsaere narnir’naeri u’lle;

oem luthien ame ito lom’lin;

otufer owaleh’ehya estelle;

miar’sae’Malin narne eth;

ito okarn’Adriel okarn fiyem;

halerir san’ehya puerith;

anoh elfenn’leyu dantyem;

welier! Wyn ito lye’leh!

y eltahn ikur’talareh;

elmali illereyam iheiuhii;

ellenti’vihai fuer’elcihi;

marceru arhil’ehya sanere;

cruan ohaesiea taliiyna owaleh;

oiylanh hiylun, allim luere;

Ito eladil sohae’ehya laureh;

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PAGE & PROSPECT

SA 281

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It is a mere fact that breathing is only nearly as essential as the existence of libraries. Our lands are speckled with these sacred sanctuaries, their walls towering with shelves and rich in word. Knowledge is a vast, valuable thing. It is indestructible despite the best efforts of those that seek to scourge it. Learning, the pursuit of knowledge–such virtues are cherished at Page & Prospect. 

With great pleasure do we announce the GRAND OPENING of Page & Prospect in the heart of the golden city itself, Aelwen. At its surface: a bookstore, offering tomes and journals for those to take home. Books are available to browse upon these shelves for no amount of mina shall stand in the way of enriching oneself through reading.

All are welcomed and encouraged to visit more than once. Our stock is rotating, with tales new and old available each year (or every few years…) for those who tire of that which grows stale. Whether one seeks to learn or to simply enjoy a lighthearted story, they shall find it in Page & Prospect. Our BOOK OF THE YEAR features limited exclusives, unavailable for purchase beyond that year. 

As we are often seeking new tomes to add to our collection, we are in search of willing authors to collaborate with us and our brilliant transcriber, THE EQUINE BOOK FAN.

PRIVATE INVESTIGATION SERVICES

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 It is not only the written word that is valued at Page & Prospect. So much as we seek to learn and broaden our expanses of knowledge and accomplishment, we too seek answers. No question shall remain unanswered. 

The second floor of Page & Prospect abandons parchment, pen and ink to give way for the main office–a space ample for meeting. One will find it is equipped with an inbox for inquiries and cases and a board displaying information.

Most importantly, Page & Prospect is equipped with HIGHLY-SKILLED DETECTIVES with a profound passion for solving mysteries and gathering case-by-case information. There is very little that they are unwilling to commit to amidst the noble search for the truth, save for that which includes tampering with dark magicks. 

Should one find themselves with a question they deign to answer, a problem in need of a solution, or a mystery to be solved, they may drop off a letter in the upstairs inbox to arrange a meeting. Odd jobs are also accepted. 

COMING SOON: In-store taco stand (courtesy of Ta’kone)

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Page & Prospect does not assume liability for disappointment, injury, damages, or death. Customers may experience loss of vision, loss of balance, loss of children or loss of mina. Not responsible for uncontrolled fits of rage or fits of magical misdemeanors and voidal terrorism. 

[!] Deep into the night three druids, from that grotto within Aelwen, rode off into the lands of the Horde after being informed of a great blight left to fester. They searched tirelessly, following winding roads beneath a darkened sky, until at last they came to a halt before something unnatural. That was near grotesque, as if oozing into the land, massive spikes preventing travel along the road, and carefully did those druids tread.

“We will not let rot fester, there are many things for us to deal with, let us make this one less problem.” that archdruid spoke to those two around her before they created a separated ring around  those rotted roots; and began to evoke forth the flames blessed upon them by the green dragon.

Their energies ate away at that blight and rot, clearing the road so that it could be tread upon once more. A letter then followed their return to the sun circle grotto cast out to the one who had first informed of the blight “Let it be known that those roots linger no longer, quick work has been made of your request.”

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A JOUST BENEATH

HELD IN HONOR OF THE HEROES OF WESTMARK & THE ACAELANITE CAVALRY OF VELETZ

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GATHER IN HONOR 

Aelwen cordially invites its denizens to traverse beneath the city to honor their valiant heroes & cavalry. Those who wish to challenge themselves or one another and those who seek celebration alike might come together for a greater purpose—in honor and mirth. Traditional Aelan delights will be offered upstairs, from their renowned savory and spicy dishes to wine as golden as the city itself, a shared celebration of their culture and hospitality. 

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✷ EVENT INFORMATION

The joust shall take place in the event grounds beneath the White Stag Pub at the beginning of the following year. Participants are expected to arrive prepared with their steeds. Whether one deigns to enter for honor or celebration, with great mettle or merely for pleasure, participation is heavily encouraged. A grand prize of 350 Mina will be rewarded to the victor.

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To my son Clement 

I am plagued by sorrow , I don’t know how or when I’ve should told you about my current situation. I wish you never found out that I lost my ways and joined the very empire that almost killed you and threatened my live many times.

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I hoped it never came that far to even leave our old home, friends and much more. I wished that you will grow in a world not plagued by war and death. 
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I, failed to realize sooner that what I am doing is wrong. I feel remorse for everything that went wrong ,my son I wish we could be together.

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stay with ythur, live your life to the fullest make the best out of the situation and never forget that I love you. 
 

Your Father

Gaston Massimo

(Credits to Mimosamoi for helping making this)
 

Two children have been found in Idunia. Their names Lyu and Everly, one is a 'ker and the other seems close to an 'ame respectively. Details on their remaining parent are requested. If you would know anything about them, please send a letter to Clement, Ekythkeezh, or Ythur. They are currently in Aelwen for safety.

The Trinity of the Wild

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Vareth had approached the Archdruid of the Sun Circle, Adriél aen Araleth, seeking connection to the natural world. Expecting to be sent into the briar to wrestle wolves or sing to saplings, a quill instead found itself within his hand.

“The Druids from the Sun Circle are not insular,” Adriél said. “You must be able to discern for yourself right from wrong.”

The initial task was simple in instruction, yet more complex in execution. The recording the truths of other attuned, and to witness the failings and strengths of our own flock. To become an observer, before a participant.

With time, this task saw completion and another was bestowed after the elder had peered upon his work. A trinity was spoken of, Life, Hunt, and Death.

“The start of life, survival, and death. That is what I want you to go out and find.” The Archdruid granted.

Feet dragged him into the gifts bestowed upon the el’Taynuel, as Vareth left the path to Caras Amath. The truth was to be sought, at the behest of his master’s wish.

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The Horned Lord ⋈

The first lesson found itself in the silence beneath a fern. Crouching, Vareth watched the dance between predator and prey. Archdruid Adriél had described Cernunnos not as some benevolent King, but as the feeling of the empty stomach. Vareth found him in the lean form of a wolf, stalking a hare.

Vareth observed the snap of the jaw, the lack of malice in its kill, and the act unfold. It was not a kill for sport, far from it, as survival demands the cycle to be upheld. The Hunt, in of itself, is not a cruel act. It is the engine which drives the strong, the cycle, to continue; survival.

The Cycle is inherited, and it cannot be undone or tampered with. Vareth himself was conflicted by the act of disagreeing with such a notion, to claim that the descendants of el’Taynuel were not part of it yet it was by Acaelen’s will that the kin of Malin were bestowed the quest by Availer, to tend to it.

The Crone ❉

The Archdruid insisted the name was uncomfortable to some, “Nemiisae”, Death made manifest and the holder of its domain.

“She is as important as the others.” Adriél insisted.  

Vareth found her manifestation in a fallen oak, toppled by age and weather in the fall of the Silver City. To the untrained, it could be observed as a tragedy, yet it was simply the cycle taking hold. The bark was soft to the touch, weakened, and had begun to give away to moss and fungi. Life had begun to root within the softening wood, and though the tree was dead, yes, it had become a home for others. It was feeding the soil, like autumn leaves falling to nurture the ground.

Without this very decay, the forest would choke itself to death with its position as fuel for this large cycle.

The Mother 𐂷

And there, amidst Nemiisae’s work, the final piece of the trinity made itself known. Growing directly from the nutrients mulch was a sapling. A single shoot of green reaching toward Sulnûl. The start of life, born from the energy released by the death of old, and would grow old enough to face the hunger of the hunt.

The Mother’s part is played as a continuation, and she carries many names. Yet, her dominion is not creation for creation sake, it is more like restoration and inheritance. She does not shun the remnants of death, but she embraces them. In the rot, she finds food. And finally, the mantle of legacy is bestowed upon her restoration.
 

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The Cycle လ

Vareth returned to the path, the dirt of the world wreathed his hands, and he had seen them now. The Hunger which drives us, the Death that sustains us, and the Life that rises from it.

The Aspects are not gods to be petitioned for favors, but parts in Acaelen’s creation. The lesson was learnt, the trinity is a circle, not a hierarchy.

“Acaelen lights your path.” Did Vareth finally offer as his green-hued sockets peered upon that sapling, rising to stand once more and make way back to his home whilst travelling. In this path, he carved his conclusion into stone, chipping away at the tablet to prepare for his elder Adriél aen Araleth, the Autumn Prince, which would soon find itself within his reach;
 

“The cycle is a pulse we have walked alongside for centuries, from the very creation of this land. Our lives stretch long enough to watch forests rise and fall, to see rivers devour their banks and carve new paths, and to witness saplings become tree become dust.

The trinity is always upheld, whether by descendant’s choice or not, and they are not separate forces but a current which carves itself through the world in different shapes. The Alderfolk shall not fear it, but embrace it. The Horned Lord’s presence shall be felt with the tension of a bowstring, Nemiisae shall be heard in the creaking of an aged oak and the mercy bestowed upon a stagnating entity, and The Mother will remain the gentle hum from the soil to renew it.

It is a constant wheel which turns, and Acaelen forged no throne for these distant forces, but purpose. Their act is expected, and therefore, not to be worshipped. I still find myself respecting their paths, and I believe that is why you have set me on this path, but I shall no longer grant them worship or sacrifice as their purpose does not demand such.“

“iyul’maele asiol oem Acaelan ito kae’leh, el’Tuva Uelln’ehya el’Bilokir Tuva’leh, illern’leh el’Taynuel maele’ehya ay evarn’sae ahe’Malin’onn Lye’ehya.”  Found itself carved toward the end of that tablet, coupled with his own name signed; “Vareth”

@Aeus
 

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The Summons of the Lye’naeran

✦  The Last Journey West   ✦

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