Vilchyc Clan Reborn [Daeland-Vistulia]

[Wulfery 832]

Vilchyc Clan Reborn

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Bogovi. Moi oferui zyvot i dushi. Za Svarog, za Vistulie.

 

 Casimir sat in front of his kins shrine, watching in silence the carved face of Svarog. In his mind a storm that left him restless over nights, feeling as if Koshei himself had decided to bring his hatred upon the ageing Piast. He fights well for what he believes in, truly, but over the last years it felt like he forgot what it meant to be a Radaghastian. It felt as if he focused on everything, but his true path, one that brought him in the first place the success he had achieved thus far.

 

But lost he was no longer.

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 The battle was bloody and left them defeated. With remaining forces Casimir returned to Daeland-Vistulia, tending to the wounded and seeing to inform families of the lost warriors. They fought bravely without a doubt, but in the end were pushed back. It was a lesson from which all of the Radaghastians, Cingedoz, Oblazeki and Musins had to learn. Lesson of humility, and one to show that they need to do far more if they wish to regain the pride of tribes.

 Resting his axe against the same shrine he sat under before, Casimir placed a few headbands he had gathered of the Radaghastian warriors who fell. Being unable to perform the rites in the field of battle, he now did his best to pay respect and guide Koshei to their souls, knowing that this night the sea shall be covered by a thick fog. Navia will open its gates and Lumina soon will bring her lost children back to their promised land.

 

 Looking up at the Svarogs face carved in the stone, Casimir winced. He had to do more. He had to give more. Vistulia will grow. Radaghastians will be remembered and their gods once again shall be heard. He left his old banner at the shrine as the final offering, setting everything ablaze. So came the end of the Kovaceski clan. And so was reborn the ancestral clan of Vilchyc.

 

On the 11th of The Grand Harvest, 82nd year of the Second Age

Casimir Kovaceski revived the clan Vilchyc, true heirs to the Vistulian title, bringers of the Radaghastian culture to this world.

[farica 122]

A Radaghastian woman tends to her injuries, seated in the town square of Daeland. Her eyes drift around the settlement, landing on a memorial for one of their fallen friends. Muttering a prayer under her breath, she realized that she herself had strayed from their true values and faith. Swearing to her Gods that she'd never do so again, her expression hardens with a newfound determination.