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A white unaddressed letter
that floated amongst the gentle breeze throughout Anjyarr.
It hung on various of notice boards throughout the cities,
notifying all those that may read this letter,
of its various of updates that had happened within Anjyarr.
[!]
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Sunday 23, Highbloom, 1529 Third Edition
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Be warned while you roam the sandy beaches of our realm.
Where towers sprouted from the ground bringing forth the land of dead.
Lost souls and creatures ready to take anyone's head
if not careful.
Leave the city as armed as you can
as the dead does not bring good forth,
it only takes what's living.
Like a reaper scything away at people's souls,
grim and seething with wrath as it grasps
what it does not own to devour...
calming its roaring starvation.
Towers made of blood,
branches and boulders erupting from our sands;
only to cause disturbance and disruption.
Heed warning readers,
or your life will find no place within our realm of the living.
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Let's pat our backs as we, the people of Anjyarr, from Khadan humans,
Dark elves and Tieflings,
are to revive and take back land once lost.
Treasures lay among these lands waiting to be claimed.
The streets littered with skeletons,
creatures and danger,
we are still able to find ourselves a third home,
a place to find peace and tranquility.
A home with unforetold mystery and rekindled love.
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[Credits to Val_Wood]
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A pale beauty that emerges from the great
silver lands has travelled to the sandy shores of Anjyarr.
With golden gorgeous hair and long pointy ears.
They seemed to seek nothing but
to speak amongst
the First Advisor and Sultana of Anjyarr. Many wondered if her
Majesty and companions were creating an alliance,
starting conflict with wars,
trying to unite the dark elves with the high
elves and live in peace or
watch everything around them slowly burn. Could Dark
Elves & High Elves live at their purest
moments in solitary as they have for so many
centuries or will they join in brewing the
festering elixir to create an antidote?
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A white unaddressed letter
that floated amongst the gentle breeze throughout Anjyarr.
It hung on various of notice boards throughout the cities,
notifying all those that may read this letter,
of its various of updates that had happened within Anjyarr.
[!]
┍━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━༺❁ུ۪۪⸙༻━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┑
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Sunday 23, Highbloom, 1529 Third Edition
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Be warned while you roam the sandy beaches of our realm.
Where towers sprouted from the ground bringing forth the land of dead.
Lost souls and creatures ready to take anyone's head
if not careful.
Leave the city as armed as you can
as the dead does not bring good forth,
it only takes what's living.
Like a reaper scything away at people's souls,
grim and seething with wrath as it grasps
what it does not own to devour...
calming its roaring starvation.
Towers made of blood,
branches and boulders erupting from our sands;
only to cause disturbance and disruption.
Heed warning readers,
or your life will find no place within our realm of the living.
≿—————————————————- ๑۩۞۩๑ ————————————————-≾
≿—————————————————- ๑۩۞۩๑ ————————————————-≾
≿—————————————————- ๑۩۞۩๑ ————————————————-≾
Let's pat our backs as we, the people of Anjyarr, from Khadan humans,
Dark elves and Tieflings,
are to revive and take back land once lost.
Treasures lay among these lands waiting to be claimed.
The streets littered with skeletons,
creatures and danger,
we are still able to find ourselves a third home,
a place to find peace and tranquility.
A home with unforetold mystery and rekindled love.
≿—————————————————- ๑۩۞۩๑ ————————————————-≾
[Credits to Val_Wood]
≿—————————————————- ๑۩۞۩๑ ————————————————-≾
≿—————————————————- ๑۩۞۩๑ ————————————————-≾
A pale beauty that emerges from the great
silver lands has travelled to the sandy shores of Anjyarr.
With golden gorgeous hair and long pointy ears.
They seemed to seek nothing but
to speak amongst
the First Advisor and Sultana of Anjyarr. Many wondered if her
Majesty and companions were creating an alliance,
starting conflict with wars,
trying to unite the dark elves with the high
elves and live in peace or
watch everything around them slowly burn. Could Dark
Elves & High Elves live at their purest
moments in solitary as they have for so many
centuries or will they join in brewing the
festering elixir to create an antidote?
┕━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━༺❁ུ۪۪⸙༻━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┙
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