From Kruhso They Came

[Zhikarta 4064]

 

 

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From Kruhso They Came

 

The swamplands bordering the Mali’ker settlement of Krusho, Ramasar

 

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The sun had just set upon the swamps of Northern Ramasar. Aithlin stood there in silence, facing away from the waters they had lived by for as long as he could recall. Mirasul, Myriil, Kira and Amaria all stood beside him. In front of the remaining Val’taelu, a band of blood-thirsty, red-eyed ‘Ker had surrounded them. They knew that this was the end of their lives as they had known them. Krusho would no longer be theirs to call home. “We’ll leave Ramasar…just allow us to,” Aithlin begged, stepping forward towards the growing crowd. The others stared at him in disbelief– they could not just leave their homeland, could they? Where would they go? Wherever they had to go to save their lives and their legacy, it would seem.

 

The group’s leader stepped forward, offering Aithlin but a single nod before motioning the Vel’Taelu to move. Aithlin would carry this shame with him for as long as he would live, driven out of their homelands. Had he failed as a leader, or had he brought his family new opportunities– ones they could have never even dreamt of? Regardless of whatever the future would bring, their perils were far from over.

 

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Nervously they embarked on the ship docked before them. Would they be sent elsewhere safely, or was this a death trap built just for them? Whatever awaited them, it would be a better fate than anything Krusho still had to offer. They stepped onto the crooked vessel, bringing with them what little they managed to salvage from home before the mob chased them out. Would it be enough to survive the journey? Where would they even set sail to?

 

What they were not aware of yet was that Aevos awaited. And with it, new hope for Clan Val’Taelu was on the horizon.

 

Spoiler

Special thanks to both @X3N0 & @Gutz for proof reading this! Little RP post further expanding the narrative of Clan Val'Taelu and their arrival in Aevos!

 

Update: also a big shoutout to this lore piece 

 

 

by @Bonito

 

[Gutz 450]

A Mali'ker with eyes of a peculiar green sat engrossed in his work on the docks, deftly manipulating fabric and string with a slender pinner of cactus dangling from his lips. At intervals, he would pause to secure loose strands of hair, nip at the string he wove, or otherwise draw a large mass of smoke from the joint. But at a certain point, his gaze fixated on the ocean ahead, filling with bitter thoughts of his clan's discardment. Upon their arrival to Aevos, he had ventured into the new land with utter disdain-- but now reunited with his kin once again, he saw the importance of security. Mirasul Val’Taelu vowed to secure their triumph-- whatever that may be-- within his lifetime, a certainty burning within him. 

[Lalosia 988]

Theodosya von Augusten set aside her knitting of a hat for her infant son to think about her love for boats.