Daeland-Vistulia Reborn

[Wulfery 832]

Spoiler

 

Daeland-Vistulia Reborn

 

On the 10th of The Amber Cold, 81st year of the Second Age

Past was buried away, so new life may be brought to the isles.

Daeland-Vistulia was truly reborn.

 

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Casimir brought his pickaxe down one more time. With it, the final stone of the Douglas Castle fell to bits and what was left behind was a massive pile of rubble. A seemingly never ending job finally done with, once and for all.

With all the kind Daelishmen present, they smoothly worked through clearing the side isle from the remaining debris. Stone after stone, log after log, what once was a sturdy castle of withered stone, now was but an empty pit with rainwater that accumulated through years into a small lake. A fine proof of the hard working nature of all that inhabited the southern Isles - Be that a human, dwarf, musin, oblazeki, or halfling. All worked together.

 

"Failures of the past leaders are no longer a burden on the arms of the new blood." He would speak mostly to himself, as his gaze locked on Minto, who was eagerly clearing up the area for his new home, aided by Pyotr and Violet. "With more settlers coming, with more men and women seeking to bring back life to their forgotten clans and kins."

 

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As citizens of Daeland-Vistulia gathered in the tavern to celebrate a day of their hard work done, music and dancing filled the isles momentarily. Any travellers that arrived in the Isles at that time were greeted with a warm meal and plenty of drinks, all ‘on the house’, to bring as much kindness to the southern continent as only could be hoped for.

 

And throughout the day and night of celebration, a loud roar would echo through the lands.

Hvala Daeland!

Hvala Vistulia!

 

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OOC:

Anyone who is eager to join Daeland-Vistulia is more than welcome to come! Help us bring back the tribal styled Roleplay to the LOTC!

(Discord - https://discord.gg/kv3NFFzGS2 )

[RedeemedAidan 1125]

Pyotr smiles widely as he helps his dear friend Violet set up her new animal sanctuary where the Douglas Castle once stood.

[farica 122]

Jasna looks at the now empty island, her pickaxe at her side. Wiping sweat off her brow with a sigh of relief, the woman admired the empty space with an excited expression. "To new beginnings.." She'd mutter, uncorking a bottle of vodka made by her good friend Dalebor (@Darthpiesel).

[Samson Option 9652]

 

Saws & mallets sounded like instruments with the rhythmic manner in which they played from the workshop. Brennus used a planer to shave away at the wooden surface of what would become an heirloom box while Bodbmakos & Cormack fixed a brass hook-clasp buckle to the sizable chest. The Cingedoz found the Daelish Isles engaging & full of wonders from the curious Oblazeki to the primal Vistulians. The Cingedoz knew they had a home to return to from adventure, from trade, & from war.