A Time In Need

[XoxoMinnieXoxo 784]

 

Published; On the 9th of the Amber Cold, upon the year 186. Amidst the Second Age. 

 

“ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya”

 

 

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In recent times, we have been hit by a great tragedy, something of sinister threat roaring into our precious lands with a goal in mind, goal for destruction. Destroying all in its path, which was achieved by this sinister threat. 

 

With a heavy heart filled with sorrow, I am to publicly announce that a greater part of our precious city, Leyu'sil, has suffered. White towering buildings that once stood tall, collapsed with their rubble within our streets, fire burning itself out on collapsing roof tops; destruction miles for the eye to see- 

 

“From my youth and now, I reminisce on the fond memories once shared within our white marbled walls, cherished laughter filling the streets from our tavern, local shops, or simply from those passing through briefly. The inexplicable feeling now shredding through one’s heart at the sight of such destruction falls silent to any word spoken.” - Iryne Ibarellan

 

While in the darkness of the destruction a light can always be seen, a light from the stars above. At the festival grounds a series of events shall be hosted for our people. Tournaments, where the Celia’Diraar, citizens, and visitors can show off their strength. Stalls which can, will be temporarily used to be available to sell basic goods for a small cost. Additionally, there will be a great opportunity for anyone who can find it within themselves to donate some funds either through a raffle, or separately of such, to assist more after the great calamity. 

 

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Spoiler

[OOC: Friday, June 28th at 2pm EST, At the Celia'nor Festival Grounds! (Near Midlands 2 SS Pillar)

 

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AY’PUERAN;

 

Her Excellency, the Honourable Princess Royarch, Illyria Ibarellan, The Prophesied, The Reclaimer and Phoenix of the Principality of Celia’nor

 

 

Her Grace, the Honorable, Iryne Ibarellan, The Royal Heir of the Principality of Celia’nor

 

[candyzeroyal 168]

Eir Maor was preparing the raffle tickets for a outfit depending on who wins if they attend this lovely fundrasier

[Mathi 63]

Mathi Lensul'em, Aneh'why and councillor for the Principality of Celia'nor started writing messages to send around Aevos. In their fort, Acaele'Siimah, food, water and shelter was there for any refugee or Celia'Diraar that needed it. "Many lensuloem make strong roots. Make sure everyone knows!" She said to the people 'round her.

[Animael 1500]

Yera has the Silveira Sect prepare a donation for the faire! Eager to see the colourful outfits and events.

[unlegiqDuck 324]

"City cestroyed? I would not take that disrespect!" Spoke a wise Cerusil

 

Ellisar Ibarellan simply nodded at the missive

 

[Donutella 196]

A wiser Cerusil frowned as her eyes reached the end of the missive. "Celia'nor can't ever seem to catch a break." She sighs.

 

 

[Ace_15 5]

*Alyse made her way to Celia'nor, following a route from Norland that she had taken many times before. She had not thought anything of the journey, but her feelings changed upon seeing the gates of the city. "WW-What happened here?" She struggled to comprehend the change in atmosphere as she walked in. The warmness that she once felt was replaced with a feeling of coldness and sadness. The city was destroyed, a sight she had not seen before. A tear fell from her face as she started to drift through her thoughts, first of the gloomy look the city now had, then to the friends she shared many memories with inside the city, and then to herself. "I cannot call this place my home, but I will, I must, do something to help these people, my friends." She saddled up onto her horse and left, intending to return and do what she could for those in need.*

[graveyard_bones 213]

Alaric taps a finger against the only table sat within his now, destroyed house, reading the missive over. His eyes travel upwards, towards the flooring above that creeks and smells from the flesh that impaled his walls. He knows very well that residing under the roof is dangerous, but alas, it was better than sleeping out in the streets. "I just bought this place too..."

 

A sigh emits from the mans lips, scouring throughout the various barrels scattered across the first floor for anything to donate - something of proper worth. Cleaning is to be done, a job is to be taken care of, and there are events to attend. Despite the injuries that plague his body from the fight, he persists.

[Cheeseycereal 829]

An Akaln'riv, That that has just recently returned, Upon seeing the destruction, prepares to make a donation!

[Cozy_Tea 276]

Llora was roasting potatoes patiently awaiting the changes of her home, while she also kept count on her bank. Making sure she is saving more minas to donate more for future purposes. 
 

 

[Laeonathan 5889]

The injured Raziel strode through the destroyed city of Leyu'sil, a heavy frown on his face. His gaze wandered back and forth until he saw those helping its reconstruction. 

 

"Hope prevails,"

 

He declared.

[TheTravizar 29]

Tavarian let his travel bag fall from his shoulder to the rubble strewn street. He had been away, traveling and researching for his next book when the attack came. He could hardly believe that the city which he had come to call home was in such a state. His heart stung for all those who had suffered and perished in the battle he had been fortunate enough to miss.

 

After a few moments, he reached down into his fallen bag and retrieved his note book and a pen. He started taking sketches. He would chronicle what happened here, so that none would ever forget it. 

 

In doing so he saw the missive from the Royarch, pinned to a door near by. Tavarian nodded as he determined to help in what ever way he could. Celia'nor had been good to him, he would be good to it in return.

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Estevot saw the missive and grit his teeth. So much pain being wrought, and for what? What real gain came from this? He'd come. Iryne was a friend, and friends need to show support for each other in times of need. That said...he'd have to train some more if the last tournament he participated in was any indication.

[McSteve 131]

Aganar was present during the destroyal of the city. Protecting Iryne as it happened. "It is unfortunate that it happened, but we survived, most of us did. The city will be rebuild." he then reads further as  learns about the festival. "Good choice to keep hopes up." he mutters.