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Establishment of Vilachia


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The Principality of Vilachia is found

 

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 Doran, “The Explorer,”  Ruric and his brothers arrived in a land that reminded them of home.  They named this land, “Vilachia,” translating from ancient norlandic as Land of Fable.  The three displaced young men hefted their cloaks and banners of red and black as they transcended the crags of the island.  Alvar hefted his shield over his left shoulder, his axe dangling against his belt with each step he took.  

 

“Brother, how much further must we heft this package?”  Alvar grunted as he tugged the large chest onward, his side dripping considerably lower to Ulfar on the opposite side. 

 

 “Alvar, pick your side up I’m not carrying extra,” Ulfar would grunt as he tugged up the hillside, finally setting it down as Doran raised his hand. 

 

The gaze was beautiful as they stopped to take in the magnificent land.  Cassio would offer a smile as he looked around at the small land they had put together, their last things finally moved in.  Doran would be seen opening the large cache of supplies they had lugged all the way from the Cloud Temple.

 

“What could be in this damned thing that makes it so heavy?”  Alvar would bark as he looked down, the lid slowly removed from the top of the cache as Doran set it aside, his hands reaching into the casket of goods.

 

A sturdy bound leather satchel was removed, the shape of a elongated cylinder as it was laid down on the grass before them.“Grab the table Ulvar, Alvar.”  Doran would state, standing the scroll upright as the table is brought forth, setting the massive object down as he uncapped the scroll’s lid, taking the ancient parchment out.  His digits would slowly unwind the paper against the oak wood table, the contents open for all to see.

 

 

Ulvar, Alvar, and Cassio all looked over what was laid before them, just as they had begun to read, a figure appeared before them removing his black hood as they became alert to his presence.  “I am Aeyn Vissman and I’ve come for the moot.  Shall we begin?”

 

4/7/2019 - 1pm EST

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