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Beyond a dream, A warning for Helious

 


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[!] a depiction of the sea and beyond in the window of the Ducal house in Helious

 


Time and Time again, history repeats itself, its only a matter of time for the clock to return to midnight. Ember began to have these thoughts as she looked out the window. She rarely thought about the end of this world, but after the talks with the Mali’ker she too began to ponder what's beyond the aquamarine sea, and the glassy sky, she wondered what other places does the sun shine, would they fall under the same fate if the worm followed once more?

Many things pondered as she took a heavy sigh, she really disliked the unknown, for once she's met something no book tells tales about and so she seemed unsure how to fend or maneuver it, no weakness or no absolute knowledge of how it's kind were defeated. Nothing, not a single book. Ember, however, made her people take up a task to spread the word, and so it was she too will help spread the word with one massive, she sent her own foxes to spread missives around the realms of malin, a letter that stated the following. Those who found themselves in Amaethea, would be able to find the missive in the bulletin board.

 


 

To the people of Amaethea and the Neighboring settlements & realms- who have not heeded the warning or the words which spread from Nor’asath, and their kin, who specialized on their belief. Heed the word from a Mali’aherral, We of the people of Helious heard the warnings and we now make one ourselves, one which does not come from a politician or future duchess, but one of a caring illiran and Haelune of two beautiful children.

 

Prepare
 


 The time has come for mass preparation, history has caught up, and our friendly neighbors have told us of a great beast, who will wipe us out in its path to feed itself. The visions and advice which they gave us, were not a jest, we will take them to heart, As of this moment, Helios will begin preparations for the incoming threat of such a beast. This does not mean we are leaving, yet. But we are making sure all things are ready, for when the time comes we will be ready to assist our Mali kind, and those who live within our cities, here in Amaethea and her realm. Our duty as loyal citizens must be to secure our future, and so it is now, we must act before it's too late.

The following Guilds must prepare resources, a message shall be sent info ward to assign further information and tasks

-Fishing guild of Helious hereby tasked with rationing & mass farming/ Hunting


-The Artisans of Helios are hereby ordered to amass minerals and metal to forge gear for our Glaive Guard and able bodied civilians who can fight.

 

-The Alchemist of Helious are hereby ordered to make as many medical Elixirs and tools to tend to sicknesses and wounds

 

By the power invested in me, as Heir Regent of The Duchy of  Helious I declare this warning, for we will survive. Take this as you will and do your part as citizens of the Duchy, for the time has come.

 


Nhe’ xen teyhm os’

Signed

 

The Most Honorable, Ember Munnel, Heir to Munnel and The Duchy of Helious, Countess of Yagrasylvvy

 

His Grace, Jarad Munnel, Taur and Duke of Helious, Duke of Alterk, Margrave of Vali’mae, Count of Voclia, Viscount of Oblen, Baron of Achyae, Floyya & Sievis, Lord of Sen’nyor, Patriarch of Munnel

 

Her Grace, Sorise Munnel, Tauria and Duchess of Helious, Duchess of Alterk, Margravine of Vali’mae, Countess of Voclia, Viscountess of Oblen, Baroness of Achyae, Floyya & Sievis, Lady of Sen’nyor Matriarch of Munnel

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