FOR TIME IMMEMORIAL

[Proddy 2415]

FOR TIME IMMEMORIAL

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Vasoyardic settlers gathered around the fireplace near Kamp Dragomir, 1818

 

As night fell upon the lands of Almaris, a sizable caravan troupe pushed forth into the darkness. The wheels of the wagons that accompanied them screeched and groaned with the weight stored upon them as they rolled ever forth, joined in union with the hefty galloping of a dozen horses hooves.

 

At the head of the procession rode two figures perched atop gallant steeds. Foremostly was Andrik Vasovic, the newly elevated Grand Duke of Vasiveya. He cut an imposing figure as he rode ever forward upon a stallion of raven black, draped in regal crimson cloth with the golden Vasovic eagle embroidered upon his back. And at his side was Franjo Samardzic, his leal Izaslanik Vodaci and right hand man. The High Envoy of the Vasoyevi looked more placid and calm as he eased into his saddle, mirthful eyes cast upon the long road ahead.

 

"This is it, Franjo” the Duke would regard to his closest confidant as they pressed forward at a steady pace. “The last great migration of our people. This is a historic day.” he regards with grandeur, a great and mighty gleam of determination embedded within his light brown orbs.  Franjo would turn his head at that, his prized feather cap perched comfortably upon his head. A wide and joyous grin would come to bare upon his lips.

 

"You are merely fulfilling your destiny, your Serene Grace. The destiny foretold to you by the Sigismundarosie, that you shall lead us all unto glory and triumph anew.”

 

"Indeed” the Vasovic would remark, a knowing grin prevalent upon his features. “This land is ours. For time immemorial.”

 

The pair fell silent as they strode onwards, and it was little time at all before they came upon that splendorous land of yonder promised to them by the Great King of Urguan. Rolling green fields set by a calmly flowing river, where nature had been left unbridled.

 

The entire caravan troupe would steadily come to a halt as their leader would signal for a pause. Rearing back on his horse as he turns to regard them all. A mixed blend of men, women and children stand amongst them all, awaiting the Grand Duke’s guidance.

 

"Those of you fit and strong enough to work, ready and pitch the tents. Those strong enough to lift an axe, gather as much lumber as you can carry. We must not rest until the women and children are accommodated, at least."

 

And thus those diligent Vasoyards got to work, toiling for the good of their people and their fledgling settlement. Every tent would be mounted before the night was done, and as dawn would break the first stones of Sava were laid upon the earth.

 

 

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Screencap credit: @altiar1011

 

A temporary camp has been established within the lands of Vasiveya where the Vasoyevi people have settled. If you're interested in learning more about Vasoyardic culture, lore, histories, language and anything else to do with them for that matter or you just want to drop in and RP with us feel free to come by! Camp is open to everyone and anyone.

 

Coords: X - 1981, Z - 1163

 

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[The King Of The Moon 7016]

"A home for this forlorn diaspora... And perhaps, a home for ours too." Vulpe Hazmezul would comment. "May my stray brothers of Hazmstadt find peace among the Vasiyevi on their long deserved soil, from this day to their last." 

 

[Quantumatics 549]

"A home for our people, a new chapter in our history, and in the history for all those who seek to join us. Soon, upon this soil, there shall stand a city regarded as a paragon of culture and learning. Of commerce and education. Soon upon this soil," the young Grand Duke spoke, each word laced with intent and determination. "There shall stand Sava."