Maehr-szyr

[Laeonathan 5889]

 

Maehr-szyr

 

 

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ȶowards the large inland lake surrounding the capital of Cauróst, Istrán stared from above the Ship of the Maehrzh. For the first time since the fall of Almaris, Istrán truly felt content. It felt like an unfathomable dream come true almost like an insanity, so unexpected. His kin was entirely shattered, destroyed, and irrelevant. All their states had failed.

 

Warhawkes.

Renelia.

Vira’ker.

Nor’asath.

 

None of them had ever lasted. And even when they endured for a time, they were usually nothing more than a petty confederation of snagas, seeking to appease the orcish gods in blind pursuit of an old legend. Could they change it? He pondered this as he turned back to the band of a dozen or two that had gathered on the ship he had constructed of Aytheln. They were still a sorry lot, far from a proud state like the Labek-berasyzh had built - twice now. There was no need for such: He was content. 

 

For the first time, he experienced true kinship. He was no longer wandering amongst strangers. There was no need to serve human lords again for a mere piece of bread. No. Istrán had at last found his place, amongst the Maehrzh. And he would see them prosper, so he thought to himself. His gaze fell upon Aytheln at the Crow’s Nest.

 

Only time could tell, if he was right.

 

 

[Zhikarta 4064]

 

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α top the Crow's Nest Aytheln stood, silently gazing over the lake near Cauróst. The past few years have been fruitful, but both he and Istran knew this was only the start of their endeavours. For the first time in quite a while the green eye'd Maehr truly felt content. His Clan had been united with him once again, and other, like-minded Maehrzh had answered his call. Their vessel was only the beginning of something greater, that he was certain of.

 

"Thet’uzhe lo belkym uhv’lye szyr layeh aztou."