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"Elysium is a Kingdom of Families strung together by Unity"

Come one, come all! 
In the next Elven fortnight a Festival is to be held, celebrating the Unity and Bonds of the Elysian houses, clans and families! 
Showcase what your family stands for at your designated section

Faucet new blood into the veins of our wonderful Kingdom. Bring life to pump the heart of Elysium!
There shall be events, games, showcases and more at the Odinson Clan Festival!
Friends, Family, Allies and more are too invited to bare witness to the festival. 
Are you in need of a home? A family? Do you yield certain values that you wish to cultivate amongst peers of similar views? This shall be the perfect place for you to find those you may flock to. 
Leaders of the numerous families that populate the fennic Kingdom of Elysium are hereby invited to contact Fal'leon Odinson with interest on showcasing themselves. 
More information is to come.

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Elend Morilim Odinson would smile, eyes gleaming with excitement, grin touched by mischief. He hefts his smith's hammer, drawing from a chest a metal ingot that glows with a radiance akin to that of the stars and moon. "Let's give them a show, eh?"

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  Raj Cielr'ynn regards the address fondly, with a quirk to his brow. Moving to his calendar, he scratches off a quite note on the date given.

  "Fal's holdin' quite an event there. Guess I'll show for him, yeah?" He comments with a soft smile, his wolf's ears twitching at the sound of his voice. The man reclines back down with a comfortable 'huff' of relief, and shuts his eyes.

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Alona smiles reading the missive "A needed event, how lovely to see." Alona begins pulling out the Vanari robes.

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Sinsio giggles to himself before taking a swig from his flask. "This is either going to be really good or really bad. Don't stir the pot, don't stir the pot..." He chants like a mantra to himself as he makes a mess of his closet, looking for anything to wear that isn't blood-stained or reek of alcohol.

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