Tyravik: Citizens wanted!

[Venym Nyx 87]

Tyravik: Citizens Wanted!

 

A flyer on a thick parchment, outlined by Nordic rune symbols, was posted to notice boards about the Cloud Temple docks, and within Vandoria. The writing quite elequant in itself, and seemed to be slowly written to show it's dedication.

The parchment of smell of cinnamon, peppermint, a hint of lavender, and honey to whomever got close enough to read it. It can be seen that this flyer was quite cared for, and hand put much work into it.

 

"“Heilsa – Looking to find a lovely home within the snow? Just behind me is the cart to Tyravik, where nature, large mountain lands, and ruins await you! The leading culture in Tyravik are the Gorundyr, the main Clan Orvar! We're very tolerant of other cultures and varying religions. So if you're okei with this, come to Tyravik to live in a beautiful snowy oasis~! If so, find Ketiley of Orvar [VenymNyx] and talk to her about getting a home!

There are many attractions for the hold of Tyravik, including a small grove within the square. And a Ritual House, for those wanting a serene place of worship, or any studies!

So if any of this interests you, Tyravik is the one for you!”

 

This flyer is also being passed out by a tall, yet feeble and older looking elfen man with a crooked-like smile, tattoos adorning his features, and wearing Nordic, fur, clothing at the cart of Al-Wakhrah. You can see by his demeanor that this elf was Gorundyr, or at least Viking, although his long elvish ears remained untouched and still very much there. If asked for directions, he would point you to the wagon behind himself and smile his crooked grin once more.

[Bogrin 120]

A tall and burly man, with the look of a lumberjack about him, strokes his beard in thought. "Perhaps it is worth a look"

[HappyShackles 886]

Charles peers down at Tyravik from his fortress, taking pot shots with his bow in his free time.

[AGP 3169]

"I hate snow, and I hate mountains. Can't farm anything there... what do they even eat?" grumbles Bertrand.

[Vitteman 2]

"Highlander humans should nae waste their toime throwin' their lot in with these unwashed savages," spits Barin with naught but consummate disdain, rubbing his balding head. 

[Elad™ 560]

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