THAWING THE FROST

[riorr 1780]

 

THAWING THE FROST

Issued 10th of The Deep Cold, Year 79 of The Second Age

 

 

For long, our city has been dressed in the purest white. Maidens of frost loomed and disturbed the serenity of our blessed bastion. Over months, whilst scientists and scholars of The Silver State of Haelun’or worked tirelessly to amass useful information, putting this into practice with a gate policy that proved highly successful in stifling malefactors, parties of Sillumiran and Scouts alike scoured the isle in search of the Frost Witches lair. It was ultimately the keen eye of Okarir’tir Edgars An’asul that glimpsed it, a curious contraption concealed in the vast mountainside.

 

 

A group ventured valiantly inside, the hand of Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas able to proficiently pick three locked doors in the icy cavern, where the Mali’thill were met with a surprising sight. The bravery of the Blessed Citizenry and efforts of soldiers had led the Frost Witches to flee in cowardice. The site was thawed for good measure. Over the coming months, expect flooding as we return to a natural climate. Gratitude is given to the diligent druii of The Mother and Father Circles, dwed of The Grand Kingdom of Urguan, and orcs of the Iron’Uzg for their continued support in vanquishing these cold to the core beings from the Silver Isle. Let us not forget how far the Mali’thill may fall, and how high we may rise again. 

 

 

Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya.

 

 

[Luxury 601]

"Naught but Pups with gnashing , juvenile fangs; yapping upon the foothills of our Blessed Legacy."

Spoke a denizen, clad in the uniform of Sillumiran.

[_Sheylo_ 979]

Valazaer lets out a small sigh as he straightens his blue overcoat, illuminated azure eyes peeling over towards his kin that assisted in destroying the alter. "Good job, now we might return to normalcy."

[AnriarchRunera 11]

"The pitiful cheers of those who were glad a city, a whole people would suffer immensely through such deathly cold have been sound now. I suppose it's only bitter gnawing curses and thoughts of vile now that it has been dealt with. I can only imagine their faces now." 
He responded to the saying either said outloud or on a board in the Silver State, speaking as if to anyone happend to be near him, whilst holding some sort of item in his hand as if also talking to it, before he hid it under his set of clothes.
"Yeah you're right, to shit with them. This people will Live. No matter what They gossip and say."

[Malgonious 2758]

Malgunuz would grunt in approval at this!  "Bub'hozh development ihn Haelun'or!"

[TwilightWolf 883]

The rambling Archdruid of the Mother Circle smiles wide at the proclamation from the Silver City. Many days had he spent among their silver towers and flowered fields purging blight and dragon shrines, and with this news he poured himself a drink.

 

"The Silver Isle is free from the snare of unbalance, finally. I should return and see for myself how their shoreline is continuing to regrow." he notes to himself, kicking back a healthy drink in celebration. 

[Xergarok 295]

Grimdal Irongut would rub his forehead. "Foinalleh, one step closer..." he let out, checking the large frostbite scar upon the back of his left leg. "Ah fuckin' 'ate frost witches... May Ogradhad see tuh et t'at ah keep et tugetah ef ah evah meet one again." he said as he scratched his cheek. "May Haelun'or soon beh embraced wiff dah joy 'o noice weather once moar." he smiled lightly, ending his day with a cup of coffee. 

[puffables 1125]

[!] The Sohaer took seat in his office - enjoying one last seasonal drink of hot cocoa, before hanging up his earmuffs and under-layered fleece. "At last; our agricultural produce may thrive once more ! Ah, and a fine thing it is; one looks forward to the returning good weather." A gentle hum, he'd raise the mug, an idea sprung to mind. "Hm.. perhaps, once all has fully thawed, we might take to a celebratory beach party..?" And, with this, he'd set about preparing some beach-appropriate garb and drinks..