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Vistulian Clan Gathering

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Travelling through the snow covered valleys of Norland, cladded in a wolven fur figure rested a tarnished banner upon his arm. As wind came down it fluttered vehemently, exposing what hid on the fabric. With two antlers aimed at one another, with two sabres crossed below, it was naught long ago nothing more than a memory for those who lived in the time of Radaghastian glory, but now it stood as a mark for those who didn’t forget, for those whose hearts still yearned for the strong ambition of once lost culture. 

 

He stopped close by the centre of a small village. Some flickering lights in the windows showed that the resilient kin was not yet lost. Despite having their home be destroyed by powers that felt of the most ungodly type, losing so many brothers and sisters with whom they shared their memories, they still survived. And even after all those years they managed to gather back, pushed by the patriotic spirit and strong devotion.

 Clan Kos saw the very beginning of all that was Vistulian, and even after witnessing the fall of sacred Isles, they didn’t let the Clandom end. In their heart it survived. In their memories it lived. In their ambition it was reborn. Merely a flicker of a small light among the frozen north. But not yet gone. And it was them who called upon the clans to reunite once again in a small village of Varelia.

 

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So did the figure strike down the banner in the village centre. 

Clan Vilchyc shall answer the call. 

 

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OOC: Wooooo, yeah baby, that's what I've been waiting for, that's what its all about, woooooo!

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A certain Dark Dwarf nomad wonders if any of his old friends still live.

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Björn Mösu could not help but feel happy that his old friends from a distant past, one where he was still a mere child, were doing well even if it was under another nation. He felt some similarity between him and the Vitsulians, both having lost their homes to things out of their control yet picking up the pieces of what they had left and trying to put it all together even if it is overshadowed by what it once was... for now. "I wish my old friends the best of luck in this new land and world." he thereafter continued with his day, uttering Hvala Vitsulia under his breath

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