The Haelun'or Gazette - Vol. XV

[Beri 131]

 

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[Kenzo74 755]

Arasdir emerged from his crimson tent, and upon the table of the camp a Gazzette lay which he did not tarry in seizing. The first light guided his eyes across the paper and the steady sounding of chisel upon marble lend to his reading rhytm. "Brazen... We must not delay in bringing these wayward thill before the Pariran'tir, lest they stray too far and give themselves wholly to lesser Paths."

[Mynto 107]

Beneath a fallen city of silver, an 'aheral did rest, leaning back on his chaise lounge as a drake whispered its woes to him and him alone. Hymnals' own declaration in bold stared back at him, and he'd wonder how long it had been since he'd given such an ultimatum. A decade, he'd figure. 

"Well, larimar..." 

 

He'd spoke to the other mali across the low table, who sat politely upright with her own copy.

"The paper did you a great service, you look at peace. Ehya... perhaps now I've earned the right to say... I was right?"

 

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Edited April 23 by Mynto

[Yuln 264]

Upon a ship, anchored off a rainy verdant island. A red-haired elf sits in her cabin reading the Gazette with interest. She smiles at some entries and silently ponders at others. When she has finished reading it she taps it and it disppears into a voidal pocket. She looks out the porthole of her ship, gazing out at the horizon, before she opens up her sketchbook, leafing past old drafts of facades and atronach designs. Upon finding a blank page she brings out a piece of charcoal and puts it to paper.

[MrSyth 636]

One ship over, an ancient bearded 'Aheral leans back in his chair as he gleefully unfolds the latest Gazette to read with his morning tea. A few chuckles and intrigued "hrmm"s later, he frowns and slams the paper down on the table.

"Thirteen hundred years, and they still can't ever get my name right! Ullran."

He then goes to take a nap and prompty forgets about the heinous infraction.