ColonelKuehl1 483 Share Posted July 14, 2022 Through bitter cold and perilous night. The migration of Nor'asath Everwinter cradled Nor’asath in its usual frigid fingers, coils of icy wind snaking down to the spiraling stone. The occasional flurry of snow blew its way into homes and halls alike; there was rarely warmth here unless one sat close to the burning hearths and braziers to force the chill from their bodies. Though grateful for the space given to them by the Fennfolk, Netseth knew his people could not stay here for the long haul. He dreamed of the sun smiling down upon happy ‘ker faces, they're familiar and beloved features gleeful and bright with joy and color, and decided to take the first step he had been putting off for so long. “We make for fairer lands and a place to call our own!” came his cry at the town meeting, a proclamation of change. “Gather your belongings, pack your wares, and be ready for the caravan; we leave in two Elven days!” A red-eyed ‘ker stood behind him, nodding at his words sagely. The already excited crowd broke out into cheers and frantic chatting, a bittersweet mix of hope for a new life and the sadness of leaving old friends behind. Dutiful mothers and fathers sprung into action immediately, hurrying home to prepare themselves and their children for the long journey ahead. The team of burly builders led by a master stonemason, her face as rugged and determined as the rock of which she sculpted, were already packed and ready to leave. Walls had to be built, after all, to keep her people safe. Two months had passed swiftly, and after one last conversation with the Fennfolk leader whom he had grown fond of, Netseth was ready to lead the caravan on its slow journey. He regarded his people with a gentle eye as they loaded up mules with cargo and preserved food, excited children dashing and weaving in and out of the crowd. Despite the glacial breeze nipping at their exposed faces, the air was one of warmth and excitement so thick that one could cut it with a knife. “We leave today. Though our journey shall be long, the spirit of our people will guide and uplift us,” he states, looking out over the eager faces as they fell silent before his shout. “With me, my kin!” Slowly but surely, the long trail of people and animals left the sparkling everwinter city behind. Stone houses capped with deep purple and dark oaken roofs, thick protective walls, and a moonshine temple were already standing by the time the caravan reached their promised land. The team of builders was already there, mingling with a cheerful group of ‘ker in decorative and vibrant clothing, headed by the red-eyed Prophet herself. Experts at the traveling lifestyle already, these Velulites had tents set up for the newcomers before they even arrived. Fires crackled merrily beneath boar-laden spits, sending heavenly aromas upwards to announce a welcome hot meal for the weary Nor’asath folk. “All that we have left to do is to furnish the houses,” the Prophet says to Netseth, greeting him with a polite nod of her head. “But first, we must make sure your people are rested after their long journey.” The weary male ‘ker simply nodded his head, allowing a kindly Velulite to guide him to an unoccupied tent as their kin did the same for the rest of his people. Finally, they were home. It had been mere months since both Nor’asathians and Velulites had permanently moved out of the tents and into the town, but already it thrived and bubbled with life and happiness. Despite their differing backgrounds, both groups found the merge smooth and without any particularly bad hurdles; Netseth the Leader and Irlu the Prophet gently guided their people towards prosperity, and their combined wisdom made for a pleasant leadership. “My people- Our people,” the Leader stated in one of his first public announcements. “We have traveled far, worked hard, put our faith in those around us, and we have been rewarded for it. I am proud of each and every one of you for your contributions, from the youngest child collecting sticks for the fire to the master stonemason who planned and worked tirelessly on our great settlement. My gratitude cannot be measured in words, but know that all of you are beloved here.” A rousing cheer erupted from the gathered crowd, leaving the Leader and the Prophet satisfied that all would prosper for many years. OOC: Come play a delf :D We have a cool town :D We do delf things :D (( City should be pasted soon big thanks to Belgianfry and British build god BritishPanda for leading the charge on the build)) ((Looking forward to everything Frott and I will accomplish on this one)) ((If anyones interested in joining in send a dm toward ColonelKuehl#6302 or Frott#4491 19 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frenchless_fry 242 Share Posted July 14, 2022 Im ready for retirement 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8910 Share Posted July 14, 2022 A very white 'aheral Aobh Aldin looks to the new city with a smile. "Perhaps we'll have to go visit." She'd remark towards the 'ame elfess who accompanied her, gaze lingering upon the square's halfmoon. @TheIchorDruid 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phersades 1164 Share Posted July 14, 2022 Rhaella Othan-Ashwood settled on the wooden floor of her home, warming by the fire that roared out as the only sound that filled the room.. She let the heat beat against her face, and made no move to adjust as she just watched the flame"Another move.. - So many.. We are always moving.. They.. I wonder when the 'Ker will be enough to warrant a forever home.." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
oryP 972 Share Posted July 14, 2022 A dark elf looked over the parchment before placing in on the floor of his hole. “Soon will our home be finished.” 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Generi 563 Share Posted July 14, 2022 A half 'aheral-half 'ame woman cheers because she can't wait to live in the 'ker city 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
xepphir 348 Share Posted July 14, 2022 A dark elven man lifted his head with great effort, he overheard about the news through that door which was not his while he laid immobilised and impaired upon the blood stained parquet. Upon his lips a faint smile was seen as he abandoned his head on the floor once again. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Statherian 3314 Share Posted July 14, 2022 "Heh, how curious....another collection of mutts, or the start of something grand for our kin?" A pale eye'd 'Ker mused, preparing to seek out his fellow Velulaei'onn once more. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tulan 443 Share Posted July 14, 2022 (edited) Spoiler No, thanks. Ruathar crumbled up the piece of paper as the invitation inevitably reached him at a roadside tavern, delivered by some witless sycophant most likely employed by the Loa'chil regime. He would toss it into a fireplace, once he found a place to settle down for the night, far into the wilderness. Edited July 14, 2022 by Tulan Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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