A Highland Dream

[Narthok 10416]

A Highland Dream

Issued Winter 1744

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TO THE HIGHLAND FOLK, FAR AND FAIR

 

I dreamt a Highland dream

That one day the Highland folk shall live strong free

That the Highland Marches shall be ruled by Highland Kings

That the Highland Gods shall be worshiped freely and openly by their Highland sons

That we shall live by oath and action, not by prose and deceit

 

That no longer would Highland folk bend to Heartland hordes, 

To Heartland lords

 

To all the Highland folk far and fair. To the clans of ice and snow, to the tribes of the mountains, to the patrician houses of the ancient fortress lords. I extend my hand to each and everyone of you. For too long our people have suffered under Heartland yolk. Bled in Heartland wars. To any Highland folk who seek it out, I shall extend my protection. To any Highland folk who seek lands for holdfast, I shall provide it.

 

Let the Horns ring out over the reaches and marches of the Highlands. The sun rises on the days of the Highlander.

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Writ en Namen de

Godric,

[LaviniaTheRider 60]

Solvi leans on her flamebrand, fire flickering up from the bird at its top, “Father guide the Highland folk to our fold.”

[SaltAlt 606]

Lorien would roll over in his hammock hidden away within the taverns attic, stirring from his many years of rest “Ah, this I can get behind!” he’d say rolling back over, getting a few more minutes in.

[Cobbler 809]

Tovelm would stand to his full height upon reading the paper, his eyes resting fondly upon the sun as it rose above the cliffs of Moresgrad. With a stern face he lifted his axe to his shoulder and rested his hand upon his hip. He would recite the verse in his head a multitude of times before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

 

“Never again shall we kneel...” Tovelm whispered to himself, before raising his axe above his head and repeating it far louder;

”NEVER AGAIN SHALL WE KNEEL” 

The giant yelled through out the mountains, the birds scattered as it rang, the freshly fallen snow glistening as the sun rose.

[Wulfery 832]

 From depths of Tatra valleys, where snow elves live atop of the mountains and Radaghastians dwell amongst green paths between massive cliffsides, Svetovid, Piast of Zakopane struck his spear in center of the village, gathering his people around. Any who were still with him, any who did not perish during the war, any who defied all this ill fate through decades. As they all watched him, Svetovid took in a deep breath of ice cold air.

 

 ”Moi bratski, sestra. Moi family, frriends, followerrs. We have seen much thrrough decades. Moi ancestorrs had to withstand centurries of sufferring. We have been told to hide, to speak low of ourrselves, of WHO WE ARRE! Of ourr believes, of ourr gods, of ourr ancestorrs! Of ourr trraditions! By Radaghast, nie morre! Nie a day longerr!

 

 Moi otec, Friggr died to trry and brring his culturre to life! So did his! And so did ourr grreastest ancestorr! We have seen ourr kind murrderred, burrnt, butcherred, misstrreated, tossed away like a worrthless object! But nie a day longerr!

 

 We stand today with bratski from Morsgrad! In name of Radaghast I sworre to aid theirr leaderr, so the drream of ourr kins may come trrue! Nie longerr will clans of Gorundyr, Radaghastians, and many morre have to fearr each day forr theirr life! Nie longerr will we look ahead with doubt whetherr we will get to continue ourr legacy! WE ALL AS CHILDRREN OF FARR NORRTH WILL BRRING BACK LOST CULTURRES! BRRING BACK STRRONG WILL OF HIGHLANDERRS!”

 

 With passion he spoke. Standing here, amongst his people, spear by his side, saber in his hand. Dream of many people in past, nothing more than a fairytale for many. Dream that his ancestors never managed to fullfil, now he gets to be a part of.

 

“Fearr not the lone wolf, but fearr the pack united! Forr Highlanderrs!”

[Crevel 7557]

A gripping silence from Mister Muffins carries itself through the room as Godric recalls his dream for the future, “Might I say, Master. Your literacy in the Creative Arts of Poetry really shows. Your words are surely to travel down the rivers, and through the forest pines, pulling on the heartstrings of many and brandishing the swords of the loyal.“ a silver platter is lowered onto Godric’s desk, revealing a variety of freshly baked goods. “A pastry, Sir?“

[Asphyre 8]

Upon the heights of Morsgrad, Hrafn stood with eyes peering out towards the fleeting seas. His form turned away from the sight to find the aforementioned article posted in the public forum.

 

He approached it with slow steps that wore a silent burden cast long ago.

 

“It begins with us, this dream. Our prosperity is not given but earned. Maybe one day will we find more than the rest, bringing eyes to the path we take. Until then, we ought to struggle as our ancestors did.”

”Although we ought to do as they did. It is our duty to the marches and our kindred to do it better.”

”May we find our end near the ember when it burns brightest against the world’s darkness. And may we do it together, until the flame dies with our faith and the void returns to reclaim all.”

Announced the young student, finding his way back to the heights as to observe the waves that sung to him so quietly, oh so quietly.

[Imperium 3495]

“If a Highlander is willing to break his oath, and betray his kin for land. He is no true Highlander.” Siguine var Ruthern comments as he reads the letter. “House Ruthern will stand by House Barbanov as it has for generations.”

[Narthok 10416]

1 hour ago, Imperium said:

“If a Highlander is willing to break his oath, and betray his kin for land. He is no true Highlander.” Siguine var Ruthern comments as he reads the letter. “House Ruthern will stand by House Barbanov as it has for generations.”

“As it should be” says Godric

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Highlanders killing fellow Highlanders these days. Perhaps with this Morsgrad has come to its senses of not attacking fellow humans....fellow highland men and women. The Highlander people, of course, will never be fully united though that doesn’t mean they all can’t get along with one another.

[rukio 8924]

”Your mother was probably a Heartlander tavern wench.” A youthful looking Greythorne would say, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, a smile on her facade. She would speak aloud to the declaration, as though it was a living being. Her brother would sit across from her, ignoring her senility. ”And you’d do well to remember you’re trying to war a nation of Highlanders. Go attack Helena if you care so much about Highlander freedom.” She pauses, tilting her head to the side as she finishes reading the paper, a giggle escaping her. ”But that’s right, isn’t it? You’ve welcomed into your lands the very Renatians who murdered your forefathers and pillaged their homelands time and time again, even when Rurics bowed to their might. He. I love human politics.” She tucks the note away once more, content to rock in her chair by the fireplace.