A Welcome from the North

[Auriel_ 652]

A Welcoming Note

 

 

The Autarch looked beyond and towards the glorious valley, opulent and defensible- he knew through the sunlight and saw it as a way to begin anew, fix himself and become the man he was born to be. And so he went to the South, although he had no idea that it would be so brutal, or so intense in its apparent dissolution. The amalgamations of creatures and the potent Vaeyl Order, he had saw there still so powerful and set in their minds. He knew he had to help people.

 

It had been many ages since he had sent the letter to the man known as ‘Cassius’, seeking his blessing about the making of camps along that of the southern borders near Old Rivaui, his ashen hair flopping to the side as he drawled out a puff from his cigar, his lips slightly curling as it burned near his facial hair as he set it to the side and brought forth reserve from his father’s vintage. His face contorted into that of slight anger as be blasted out to his lieutenants, bringing his hands over his head as he contemplated the war effort against the Vaeyl and injustices of those within the Southerlands.

 

“If it’s not time for another round I don’t know what is. The Vaeyl can wait. It’s time we return home, make sure th’ rest of our people turn to a better place. Scrap th’ leader. It’s the people t’at matter ‘ah this rate.

 

Instead of mourning and wailing for men and womens lives, there is cheers and salute- fief and drum sounded off for those marching for the docks. The corrine, silver and ebony banners already beginning to fly high as Auriel had marched onto a flagship, a lean ship which is armored on it’s sides with great mandragora and shields lined with steel. His gaze looking off across the horizon as he rounded off the docks.

 

The fleet had rounded through the Spear of Xan to restock and move through the islands of Nak’Kuur’Iir and the Isles akin to the Older Ascended, moving with haste towards the Outpost of Yore, with the Endeavor in the lead, its brazen flags of red, black and silver blaringly chilly in the salty sea.. it’s rounds coming close to the shores of the broken, forlorn continent as the fleet came close to the oldest docks; Auriel’s ship making dock first and unloading, finding anything that could second for a mount as he stood up front, raising his sword high into the air- calling everyone into attention and form into three different legions, spread into three companies. They do their finest to make what was the smaller fortress into something more formidable. It would only be there for a couple months more. Maybe less. Who knew.

 

At last, however, a missive is sent forth by Riders of the Radiant, a calm one and a reputable one, at that:

 

“Those of frosty descent, be you mali’fenn or those elves that remain deep within the snows that are plagued by the Vaeyl, you’re urged and welcomed to the Capital of the Kingdom of Gladewynn. We’re more than able to receive you and welcome you to our hearths without regard for the past. Divine blessing upon you.”

 

Further onto the page, is descriptions and for those capable of understanding that of nautical directions:

 

X: 802

Y: 122

Z: -1468

 

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(this time it’s fixed)

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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