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The Arrival of The Aeltarosi


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The Aeltarosi ships landing upon the shores of Failor, 130 S.A.

 


 

For months they had sailed, searching for new lands to disembark and establish a new home. Weary of travel, the Aeltarosi rejoiced at the sight of a landmass on the horizon - a landmass that they later discovered was the land of Failor.

 

"Prince Maegor, land has been spotted. Shall we disembark and begin construction of a camp?"

 

"Indeed, Corlys. Sound the horns - we sail no longer."

 

The Aeltarosi; Humans of different Gods, different physicality, different mentality, and different culture. No Aeltarosi man or woman had set foot upon another continent for centuries - Prince Maegor Valraenos would be the first among his many followers to do so. He came down from his flagship with a stoic expression upon his face, and when his feet hit the wet sands of Failor he turned to those behind him.

 

"Here, our destiny is made. Here on the beaches of this new land shall we make ourselves known to the outside world."

 

The Prince then looked back upon the forests and beaches of Failor, taking in a deep breath as the smell of the forest flowed through him. With a satisfied smile, the Prince beckoned for the Aeltarosi banner to be brought to him. The Prince staked the Banner into the ground upon which he stood and made his declaration.

 

"Let this land that we shall transform into our Camp be forever known as Dragon's Rest. Onward my brethren, for our future!"

 

And so the work began.

 


 

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A certain Arabella Charlotte thought of the people she came across in her travels across that of Failor. Strange, certainly, for they knew nothing of the average appearance, let alone even the political climate as of late. A dimpled quirked in her smile, as she prepared to visit once more.

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Saelyx Aeramor's feet hit the ground of Failor, following his Prince to their new home. Upon his arrival, the man felt optimistic. A fresh start. Once he arrived at the camp, he began to work on a tent for himself and Laerron @WaveLincoln, his brother, and the rest of his family that had yet to arrive. 

He was also called a Miss by a local and he is very not happy about it. 

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The Young Patriarch of House Lentheos stands on the deck of his ship, leaning against the pole hammer as he watched the new lands come into sight before him, the screams of the fallen slowly dampening in his mind as he steps onto the new land of his own, planting his families banner and immediately beginning to organize a smithy be set up so he can get back to his craft, the sounds of a hammer clashing against anvil being heard before dark.

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Laena saw the land on the horizon, and she muttered to herself in her native tongue "Let this be a sanctuary, after this horrid travel. May my prince find us a home here." She took off her shoes, ready to feel her feet upon the sands of the new land. Though her home Mantarys, her family, would always be on her mind. But it is worth it to serve her prince in his endeavors. 

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As Daeron Vaelaris hurried off the boat to get on solid land, he looked around the beach with thick wooden trees surrounding it. What he saw was not only nature, but an opportunity to make a name for himself, and his house. As he turned to his sister not too far behind he’d say in his naitive tongue: “see this sister? This is what opportunity looks like”

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On 6/1/2023 at 10:00 PM, Kitomine said:

Saelyx Aeramor's feet hit the ground of Failor, following his Prince to their new home. Upon his arrival, the man felt optimistic. A fresh start. Once he arrived at the camp, he began to work on a tent for himself and Laerron @WaveLincoln, his brother, and the rest of his family that had yet to arrive. 

He was also called a Miss by a local and he is very not happy about it. 

Laerron Aeramor’s emerald orbs scanned the horizon of the new land as he disembarked from the ship. After an audacious journey, Prince Maegor of the Aelterosi had guided them to a new life. One of new wonders and adventures. Laerron was thrilled. 
 

The Aelterosi’s boots landed upon the soft bed of sand at the coast. He can already feel the difference of this foreign land from his original home simply from the texture of the sand. 

 

“So many new things to see…so many new places to explore.” He murmured to himself in his native tongue. 

 

An excited smile formed upon his lips as he turned to face his brother, who was calling to Laerron for his assistance in setting up a tent. 

 

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” he muttered with a huff.

 

However as he reached the camp and began to set down the wooden poles for the tent, a certain seagull caught his eye, overtaking his easily distracted mind. 

 

“BIRD!” 
 

Laerron immediately left the current task at hand to chase after the seagull. 

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10 hours ago, Kushina__ said:

As Daeron Vaelaris hurried off the boat to get on solid land, he looked around the beach with thick wooden trees surrounding it. What he saw was not only nature, but an opportunity to make a name for himself, and his house. As he turned to his sister not too far behind he’d say in his naitive tongue: “see this sister? This is what opportunity looks like”

Daera would get of the boat, her heals in the shores of sand she looked down in irritation. Before looking at Daeron giving her brother a nod " You better not mess this one up." She say strictly. Before taking off her heals, she moved out of the sand with a hurry. Before puting her heals back on.  Moving to follow her prince and people onwards to new places.

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Vhaela of House Aeramor would smile at the sight of new land. 
 

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Mother Margaret read and heard of these people, disdain wrinkling across her face. Getting older, she trusted her gut more than ever before, and what she heard of these folk only made her skin cold. 

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