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~☽ Moonshine Grimoires ☾~ "A peculiar One, Lead by memory of The Moon." Elvenesse, Amathea To the right from the city square The first business in Almaris entirely focused on the art of word! We're offering an ever-growing selection of paper, quills and inks and a grand collection of books and poetry, all at the best prices in the entire continent! Moonshine Grimoires is eager to aid any creatives, be it poets or writers, in the endeavor of publishing their works! We're willing to not only aid them in spreading their creations throughout the world, but also willing to pay for the right of creating further copies! ~☽ Come visit us, and see Moonshine Grimoires' goods for yourself! ☾~ Signed, Aver'velulaei ☾ [ Contact Coennrad/Coen#3822 in case of any questions! ]
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Talon's Port Tea House (A&M Tea House) is OPEN!
Coennrad replied to Hermit_Jack's topic in The Unified Domain of Vortice
Aver'velulaei fiddled with his sideburn, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Talon's Port, hmm? It's time to take the western forest trails once again. Can't pass out on good tea." He chuckled to himself. -
Aver'velulaei was born on the trail and the trail was his home. His Dark Elf mother Hileia'yuln and Human father Ermir were merchants who traveled all around the Free Trade State of Sutica, buying goods from one town and selling them at the other. Because of Hileia's detachment from her family to follow her true love, she didn't educate her children on their ancestors and culture, preffering to focus on rather more practical knowledge. From young age, Aver and his older sister, Vuln, were taught about numbers, transactions and mathematics. Although, he always preffered poetry and music over the art of the coin. And so they travelled, living the lives of a merchant family, until Ermir was struck with a fatal sickness. He passed when Aver was 31, leaving his wife in deep despair. Hileia's depression and lethargy after her husband's death forced Vuln to take over the family bussiness. Aver couldn't cope for long with the death of his father and his mother's absence. He packed his things and left his family without a word, unable to live in a constant state of sorrow. Aspiring to become a poet and find a place where he would be happy, he took a ship to Tor'Sjorvath and for the first time in his life traveled alone.
