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Vibrant flowerheads swaying as waves of gold so far as the eye can see. The warmth of countless days from sunrise to sunset painted in layers of burning hues upon crystalline fissures. A passionate dance of winds that shift from jubilant rush to tempestuous furies. How countless fireflies and saniskriti lit the nights. How those estival quartz hissed and steamed against the downpours. How the spirit could drift in euphoria against the rolling breezes and be torn asunder as free-flying pieces between the shedding of petals in a great typhoon. The seasons write themselves deeply and dramatically all across Meranthe - and beneath histories of Prospera, Pleonexia, nor even the Marches of Helianth and names even further obscured into the mire of centuries, one name more than any which writes itself in the ink of Summer's essence as it touches this particular land.
Samil'shann
Summertide, would be its most concise translation approximated by a plurality of scholars to the ancient Faeborne tongue. The more verbose to highlight how with just the slightest alteration of inflection, addition of prefix and suffix, could paint that concise approximation into a niche evocation of all those particular imageries and elements which could be pinned to the land. Wylden a labyrinthine esoterica of Nemea's own poetics like no other, the subjective pliability of lesser tongues void before the complex rules of power which define it as a true magical lexicon. Those who'd claim to speak for the law of the land itself and every maxim of the seasons therein ought to know this name.
Those such as the shrewd souls of Delphina making their advance as most the occupying forces within the now-ruined streets of Prospera diverge south, leaving a vulnerable split of garrisons between that new stake and the so-dubbed Citadel of Ash. Swiftly are sails set, leaf-cloaked rangers dispatched to stalk what fields of florescence still endure the cumulative abuse of occupiers past and present. Their rally no claim of liberation for the abandoned state, but far more cryptic terms of exaltation through estivation. Cryptic, yet understood in full by a presence perpetual to a certain island looming just over the shore's horizon. A warden of the season's trials oft embarked upon for simple treasures, so rarely reflected upon for the deeper lessons therein. Those who do, may very well find the favor of the Phoenix which presides the so-known Isle of Eternal Estivation.
Those such as the shrewd souls of Delphina making their advance as most the occupying forces within the now-ruined streets of Prospera diverge south, leaving a vulnerable split of garrisons between that new stake and the so-dubbed Citadel of Ash. Swiftly are sails set, leaf-cloaked rangers dispatched to stalk what fields of florescence still endure the cumulative abuse of occupiers past and present. Their rally no claim of liberation for the abandoned state, but far more cryptic terms of exaltation through estivation. Cryptic, yet understood in full by a presence perpetual to a certain island looming just over the shore's horizon. A warden of the season's trials oft embarked upon for simple treasures, so rarely reflected upon for the deeper lessons therein. Those who do, may very well find the favor of the Phoenix which presides the so-known Isle of Eternal Estivation.
Burn bright, or burn away.
Absolution in a flash for a hundred nights' decay.
Light's consecration against ashen desecration.
Absolution in a flash for a hundred nights' decay.
Light's consecration against ashen desecration.
Gloomlight is sieged, leaving the occupation of what was once Prospera thin and vulnerable.
Delphina seizes upon the opportunity, a force advanced to cull what is left behind.
In Nemea's gaze: Secure Samil'shann and prepare it for Her Exaltation of Summer.
Delphina seizes upon the opportunity, a force advanced to cull what is left behind.
In Nemea's gaze: Secure Samil'shann and prepare it for Her Exaltation of Summer.
- 10k Sent
- 250 Tokens "spent": Though it is more accurate that they were never there, as to represent repeated visitations to the Isle of Eternal Estivation (the monster den!) on grounds of pilgrimage rather than Association business. A process of currying the familiarity and favor of the resident Phoenix as to beseech its aid in this assault.
- ???: Details to come on the Exaltation of Summer and its own expenditures, should the necessary foothold to perform it be successfully achieved.
- 250 Tokens "spent": Though it is more accurate that they were never there, as to represent repeated visitations to the Isle of Eternal Estivation (the monster den!) on grounds of pilgrimage rather than Association business. A process of currying the familiarity and favor of the resident Phoenix as to beseech its aid in this assault.
- ???: Details to come on the Exaltation of Summer and its own expenditures, should the necessary foothold to perform it be successfully achieved.
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