The call for family

[Zhikarta 4064]

 

ӄɛɛչɦ ᵲɛռȶʊ ʂչψᵲ

The Kruhso Maehr, united once again

♫ ♩ ♬♩ ♫ 

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A green eye’d Maehr sat within the confines of his Celia’norian home. The city had been quiet today, a bit too quiet for his liking. Even though he often frustrated himself in the brash attitude of some of the malykaluzh, things had grown a little stale as of late. At least, too stale for his liking. Beside him sat two of his cousins, the trio pondering over the future of their Clan. With their oversight, Aytheln began penning down a letter, hoping it would one day find the rest of his family.

 

[!] A letter can be found all throughout Aevos on various signs, lamp posts and noticeboards

 

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To any Vel’obv still wandering the lands of Aevos

It has been many decades since most of us last saw each other, and it pains me that things are this way. Amaria and Deyanira have found their way to me once again, and I hope the rest of you shall soon follow.

I am writing from our home in Celia’nor, however I urge you to seek me out in Caurost. More and more Maehrzh have been finding their way over there, pleasant company who are sure to welcome you with open arms. If I am not there, do not hesitate to write me a letter, I am sure it will find me eventually. I know some of you are still out there. We have been seperated for decades now, it is time that schism came to an end.

 

We shall be united once more, as we were so many years ago.

 

αψȶɦɛʅ

ȶαʅʊɦռ ψ¤ӄɛᵲψɱα ʊɦʋ ȶαʅʊɦռψ ʋɛʅ’¤ɮʋ

 

 

[Laeonathan 5889]

"To you, Aytheln!"  The loyal shipwright of the Vel'obv, Istran raised his cup.

[Tav 4336]

Spoiler

 

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"Thet'uzhel yohmtzh, nal me nal. O vomula aeth thurum keezh, hehol."
The Tide grows, bit by bit. A beacon of light calls, patient. 
 

Hopeful wording etched in black ink graced the white pages of his book. The bardic Maehr sets it forth, taking in the stench of herby smoke and woody incense with a heavy inhale. To the sky, he looked towards that beacon; an outshiner of the dusk, a Moon that caught his prayers so many times before. And perhaps this time, it finally listened. 

[craneia 232]

Rare indeed, one Amaria Vel’obv spotted with a content smile and not a frown line in sight! A glass of dark wine in her ashen hand, the Maehr woman is overjoyed to once again be in the company of her dearly missed kin.