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  1. Karin'ayla narnir'ceru, Four Elven days from now, a grand hunt shall be held in Wyrtmark-Kabestan. Those with valor in their hearts and a thirst for adventure are encouraged to partake in this noble quest. Special Invitations are sent by courier to: The denizens of Lemon Hill The denizens of Novkursain The denizens of Lotusgrad The Cingedoz The wee-folk of Dúnfarthing Any good folk of stout heart
  2. Liamme took a bite of an apple, the pages of The Haelun'or Gazette rustling as he flipped to the back of the newspaper. Just as he was about to finish the paper, his brows drew together. He once more looked over the section, then to the apple. "Liean." He tossed the apple to the pigs and hopped down the fence.
  3. Attention Horsemen and Horsewomen! We are excited to announce The 1st Kabastanian Steeplechase, hosted by Wyrtmark-Kabestan on The Grand Harvest. Register now for the chance to showcase your equestrian skills in this thrilling event. If you find yourself without a horse, worry not, as the generous people of Wyrtmark-Kabestan will make an effort to provide mounts, though bringing your own is strongly encouraged. Prepare to gallop towards victory because not only will the winner claim the title of local champion, but they will also be rewarded with a prize of a hundred mina. Don't miss this opportunity to be part of an exhilarating race and compete for glory! Register today and saddle up for The 1st Kabastanian Steeplechase. Special Invitations are sent by courier to: The denizens of Lemon Hill The denizens of Novkursain The Cingedoz The wee-folk of Dúnfarthing Any good folk of stout heart
  4. [!] Throughout Aevos, flyers could be found hanging near crossroads and inns, with a significant number scattered around Dúnfarthing. On the back of the flyer is written: “Reward of 200 MINA for anyone who brings the man named KHALEED or KJALEED, or someone similar, back to The Commune of Wyrtmark-Kabestan ALIVE. This man has been seen stealing and bothering people. Be careful when approaching him, he's hot-headed and unpredictable. HE IS ARMED! The man is about 5'10" tall, with brown hair and eyes. He has been sighted in a red shirt with a cross, or in armour with a yellow and white emblem on it. He is believed to be living near Lurin and was last seen on the roads near Wyrtmark-Kabestan.”
  5. IGN: Beristanner DISCORD: spiridione CATEGORY: Visual Art TITLE OF YOUR PIECE: Bonfire Dance: Watercolours and Indian Ink
  6. "karin'ento heya'myumiere karin'ento? Kae maelue'ne, ehya karin'ento maelue." A hatted elf scatters salt across the doorstep of the commune's building, adding the finishing touches where needed. Stepping back, they admire their handiwork. ".. sulierae karin'ento..."
  7. The last few remaining posters are carefully removed from the walls by two determined elves—a small step towards a civil resolution.
  8. Beri

    Beristanner

    You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "Hm?" the fair-haired man looked the old hag up and down. The left corner of his lip raised a little. He remained standing. "... I assume you are Marrian; we exchanged some letters, no?" He started to extend his hand for a polite greeting, but then hesitated and withdrew it back to his side. "You want to know my story, don't you? Well, truth be told, it hasn't even begun yet. I am Liamme Elbar, son of Talia and Ellisol. I had a decent childhood, nothing special. I spent most of my time in their bookstore and..." He began to pace around the room, looking at the filthy, tattered canvas of the tent. His eyes—glistening in the candlelight—darted to the candles suspended in the air before he pivoted around on his foot and rested his gaze on the woman again. "Ehm... right, where was I? I left the house without much, except a hunger for knowledge. But enough about me, what about the flower you mentioned?"
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