Periphonics

The elven man lets out a tired sigh, growing ever more exasperated with the antics of the orcs. He promptly comes to the conclusion that they wage war for their own amusement, a sickening prospect to a family man like himself

Fal'leon reads the missive with a saddened fondness, news not unbeknown to him upon the time of reading. "Freedom, Brother Monarch. I shall be by your side, even still."

Fal'leon scoffs as he reads this, crumpling the paper and promptly burning it. "Cowards" He grunts to himself, "We were fools tae le' those so easily misinformed tae be our vassal. A mere conversation does wonders." The man scowls at the burning missive, "They care nae fer their own, an' rather listen tae tha lies spread by orcs."

Fal'leon reads the missive over with a satisfied grin from his couch, showing it to Raj

Fal'leon Odinson muses an irritated grin, having been present for the occurrence. "Me ass," He says to himself "Tha Olog would nae listen an' attacked our ci'izens, 'e paid tha price." He crumples it and tosses it to act as fuel for his hearths fire, "Slander as they wish. Tis nae much else they're good fer"

Fal'leon grins broadly at the missive, a sense of paternal pride etched into his features. The first of his children to wed, and to a De Astrea of all people! He begins to tailor himself a suit to attend in.

"Elysium is a Kingdom of Families strung together by Unity" Come one, come all! In the next Elven fortnight a Festival is to be held, celebrating the Unity and Bonds of the Elysian houses, clans and families! Showcase what your family stands for at your designated section Faucet new blood into the veins of our wonderful Kingdom. Bring life to pump the heart of Elysium! There shall be events, games, showcases and more at the Odinson Clan Festival! Friends, Family, Allies and more are too invited to bare witness to the festival. Are you in need of a home? A family? Do you yield certain values that you wish to cultivate amongst peers of similar views? This shall be the perfect place for you to find those you may flock to. Leaders of the numerous families that populate the fennic Kingdom of Elysium are hereby invited to contact Fal'leon Odinson with interest on showcasing themselves. More information is to come.

Fal'leon sharpens his blade, baring a deep frown. "Imbeciles who are nae able tae think fer themselves." He scoffs, "I'm sure they'll look lovely littering tha battle field."

Name: Percivale de Astrea-Kortrevich Age: 17 Gender: Boy Race: Human (OOC) Username: Periphonics Discord: Periphonics#8931 Timezone: EST

[!] On the noticeboards of a number of locations sits an advertisement, nay, an invitation. "My friends, have you ever looked to the forests around you and wondered what it may be like to live within? Or perhaps have you looked at your home and seen the destruction of nature, and wished for a better way. Please, join me, Fal'leon Odinson, in a venture to learn how to make the wilderness your home without harming the environments around you. Join me on the 19th of the Grand Harvest, 62 SA, and allow me to teach you. This event is apart of a druidic grand task and so I must request your utmost respect and dedication. Those joining will also be invited to spend time longer than what is designated, and shall receive a copy of my newest book: Among The Wild. I thank you for your consideration and hope to see you joining me. Contact me by bird if you take interest."

Fal'leon smiles warmly at the news, "Tha' saves me some worries," He says to no one in particular. A step in the right direction, undeniably

Such news hits the wood elf hard. What had previously been a good year seemed to crumble around him upon hearing such a dear friend had fallen to his own self. With drooped ears he walks through Elysium solemnly, much of the life in him fallen. It's only in the company of himself or his lovers do the tears fall, and they fall in gallons. La vie en noir, one could say. "Aspects guide," He would say to the memory of his friend, "I 'ope ye find peace."

[!] A small note written in white ink upon a blue paper is posted on the bulletin board "To those who know me, I shall be unavailable for the next year- Elven week, for my elven friends -due to a task for my dedicancy. Those who need to speak with me shall have to wait until this time is over, as I will be hidden away in an undisclosed forest location until my return. Birds shall not be met with a reply, as I will not be bringing any form of parchment to do so with. I wish you all an excellent year and cannot wait to return to my friends and family. Sincerely, Fal'leon Odinson, Head of the Odinson clan."

Odinson Founders; Eivor Odinson While members of new may be unaware, I was not the first and only founder of the clan dubbed Odinson. In fact, I'm not of the true Odinson lineage whatsoever. As inscribed into our main article, the Odinson clan was proceeded by a dwed by the name of Odin, who had a single born offspring and heir; Eivor Odinson, Eivor and myself met some 25 years ago, and quickly came to conclude that we wished to forge a clan together. We wished to unite those who held the same values as ourselves and allow them a platform and name to cultivate their individual affinities so that the world might prosper as a result. But what I'm writing here most are already aware, so if you will allow me, come and learn about founder who was truly the son of Odin. He was a gruff man with a heart of gold, representing the clans wishes to bring prosperity to the world in which we reside. Upon his arrival in Norland, as this was back during the days in which Elysium was apart of the Northern Kingdom, he took up a job as a bartender in the old White Bear tavern. He made good relations with just about every person he met, and his smile was utterly contagious. He was intelligent, like his father and mother, and tinkered often. Beyond that, he was wise far beyond his young age, often sharing life lessons that seemed to be coming from the mouth of a dwarf hundreds of years older than himself. I always assumed it was through his father that he was so wise, however, all these years later, I'm certain it was simply his own intellect. Like myself, Eivor came from the northern Farlands. He had grown up in a mountainous region filled with snow and ice, raised by a loving mother and father, both dwed. His father was an inventor and studied the stars, a hero among their village for his ability to invent ways to keep them alive. His mother was similarly beloved as the most well versed medic in the area, and the next one over. Both opted to serve their home, and pressed their son to find a way to do so. However, he chose to venture past his home and made his way to Almaris, where he could bring his fathers name and spread it beyond the reaches of his old home. And finally, why this piece is in the passed tense, and it's a simple reason. I, Fal'leon Odinson, am simply the last remaining founder of this clan. My former coleader and friend fell to a pack of wolves just three years after the clan was forged, something that left my clan static for some time. Of course, to keep his memory alive and thriving, I pressed on, and now here we are, an established clan. It is my hope that the newer generations of the clan keep Eivor's name alive inside their hearts, as to not let my fallen friend be subjected to the cruel ways time lets us forget. It is the helmet atop the family crest that we bring out honour to Eivor, we represent him in our name. Live your life with the intentions of betterment, and let his spirit continue on.

personally nah, they'd be ridiculously hard to manage for the mods, who already have enough on their plates as is. Not to mention if they're ill timed you can have a group of like 15 vs 50, which isn't fun for literally anybody but the people with the advantage. It just encourages ganging up on small groups and will steer away new players

Fal'leon wanders Almaris with a stupid grin on his face wherever he goes since the official date announcement

A sound that seems to be filling the ears of the residence of Elysium oftenlately rings out once more, the time for another wedding engagement is occurring once more! Brought to a location, who's importance is known only to the two men, Fal'leon Odinson and Kosher Daesmon met up. It began as a simple apology for a scuffle the two had some two elven days prior, simple and innocent. However, soon the wood elf baring a flower crown was on one knee, bestowing to his lover a ring of aurum and opal, crafted expertly. "You sly dog," A cheeky and fond comment made by Kosher as he revealed his own engagement ring for Fal'leon, proving the two seemed to have been on the same wave. A yes came in the form of a loving kiss, and the two were left beaming and teary eyed, rings upon their fingers. Their love blossomed from uncertain times and have sprouted forth not only their relationship, but a daughter and upcoming unification of two clans through the two noblemen. The date reigns undecided, however, it seems Kosher and Fal'leon shall be just a bit more smiley.

Among the creative and intelligent minds of the Odinson Clan comes forth a tailor shop specialized to your needs. Offering to craft anyone any outfit they so desire, the Odinson's guarantee you satisfaction or you get your money back. A small 100 mina per outfit and you can be as sharply dressed as a nobleman without the hassle of politics! Stop by the Odinson Clan house and place a letter in our mailbox indicating you would like a spot in line for one of our expertly made outfits. Ranging from dresses to cloaks to armour, we've got it all! And, while you're stopping by, consider inquiring about joining the clan and earning yourself a place within the ranks of the Clan of Intellect. Sincerely, The Odinson Clan (OOC: Please message me on discord at Deus Mortem#8931 if you're interested in an outfit! my rate is 100 mina for a large outfit, 70 for a more minor outfit, and 150 for a full skin! Continually, whats earned will go into the improvement of Elysium, so do consider it! Prices are subject to change if you can't afford it <3)

Notable upon the walls of Elysium are numerous posters, haphazardly pinned to walls and posts with thumbtacks. They read as follows: "Dear my friends within my home in Elysium, the Odinson Clan wishes to expand itself, offering an invitation to all those who wish to have a family. I, Fal'leon Odinson, humbly invite you to contact me through bird or face to face to discuss such dealings. While we're small today, the clan grows steadily and hopes to yield a prestige of philosophers, artists, inventers, and countless others who offer new things into the world. You shall be treated excellently within our clan, given treatment on par with blood relations, even if you've joined only under our oath. I advise those without homes, without a family to call their own, seek me out to discuss a place in the clan for you. Look for the brunette with a flower crown, and you've likely found me. Best wishes to my fellow people, Fal'leon Odinson" (ooc: To contact me on discord at Deus Mortem#8931 or join the clan server! https://discord.gg/RPTvqehH)

Fal'leon looks at the paper with interest, a small grin playing upon his lips. "I've never attended such an event," He says to himself, walking off to find a suitable outfit for the occation.

🛡️⚔️ Honour the Past to build the Future ⚔️🛡️ As the world comes to meet great changes we enter a new age becoming: cities falling; moving; and being forged. And alongside it all has come forth a new clan to join those around it. Through an unlikely meeting at a tavern did the founders acquaint, an unlikely friendship formed through campfire stories and drinks together, and soon to be interactions through a shared house. The Odinson clan is built upon a foundation of trust and companionship not easily wavered, strong bonds of familiarity string the founders together and are hoped to weave through to members of future generations. Beliefs Held Dear This is a clan forged with three things in mind; Honour the ancestors, namely Odin, the head of the clan former and dwed father to Eivor Odinson; Let your wits and intelligence guide you to advance your community to the future; Your blade will only be as sharp as your mind, without thought your strike will be no more effective as a breeze. With a crest to represent these things, the clan is built with a foundation of mindfulness. The Helm to show of the former Odin, the Raven to show of the wits and cleverness, the Blade to show of the strikes to be made. A Story of Foundation "It 'ad been a long winta' in the Farlands where oi come from, snowed fer weeks on end an' trapped us on our land with nae way tae even get tae food. Oi was only a wee dwed back then, an' oi was scared fer me loife like I 'ad never been before. It was me father who got us through it alive, by keepin' 'is wits about 'im and usin' them tae outsmart tha winter. 'E 'ad us make blocks o' snow an pile 'em up 'round me 'ome. Oi thought 'e was crazy fer it, but wha' he figured that oi didn't was that tha snow could work fer us as an insulator tae keep tha warmth in an' keep tha cold out. 'E 'ad us build a foire, which oi also thought was crazy, but' as the foire melted tha snow, it refroze an' kept us warm. Aftar the cold 'ad passed, oi realized what it meant tae be in me family, it meant usin' yer moind tae outsmart yer opponents, even when tha gods want ye dead. Oi've kept this in moind me whole loife an' will never forget it. An' now, I shall be passin' it on tae me Clan, tae ye." Future Generations in The Making The Odinson's is nay a clan of exclusion and will welcome any who wish to swear into it with open arms and warmth, those of all races are welcomed in without judgement or hesitation, so please offer a hand or a bird if you wish to join a clan of intellect above strength, or rather, where intellect is strength. Fal'leon Odinson Eivor Odinson OOC: If neither of us are online and you wish to join the clan, contact Deus Mortem#8931 on discord

Fal'leon frowns upon hearing the news, taking in as much of the missing womans appearance as they can manage. "Nae a time tae be lettin' sisters an' brothers be taken away from us, I'll be doin' all I can tae 'elp bring the poor lass 'ome with little more than a scratch."

Fal'leon let out a small sigh. They'd come here to live a more quiet life, but now found themselves in the midst of more risk than ever before. Nevertheless, the readied themselves for the war to come