Hope's sunrise

[Penguin]

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2057

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"One can make something quite exceptional out of even the most humble seed with the right care and deliberation."
                                                                                                                                                 Camino de Caewynn

After Ragnarok and the long nights that came soon after, good news and hope spread like wildfire through the once-sleepy desert research city, igniting a buzz of happiness among its residents. And thus preparations are being made, and golems seem to be moving everywhere, making adjustments to a massive ring that now encircles the city of advancements.

Four pylons can now be seen at every cardinal corner, and light radiates from this place day and night, mana can be felt pulsating and shifting the inhospitable terrains of the desert. With each passing day, the air crackles with excitement as preparations for what appears to be a grand festival take shape.

In the heart of the town, Two charismatic figures stand before a gathered crowd, their voices carrying kindness and hope.

"And after taking this crucial step, we shall now prepare to commemorate the culmination of years of tireless labor. We will prepare a feast and bring forth the finest beverages, for the rise of Solais is imminent. With this Beacon of Hope, a new dawn awaits us!
A festival of light! A rite of ascension! And may the Golden Hero and the Silver Lady bless your lives."
                                                                                                                                                                          Eleos

"From now on, the Frontier shall also be known as a place where life grows and fosters - where it is protected, where heroes may be born, and where the light of the world shall stand strong against the dark! May the Golden Hero and Silver Lady bless you all!"
                                                                                                                                                                                       Azalea Aubreen

As the sun raises again in the desertic city and paints the sky in vibrant hues, eagles take flight, their wings slicing through the air like swift arrows. Delicate invitations, bearing the promise of a new day and hope, are elegantly fastened to their talons. They soar across the realm of Meranthe, carrying these invitations to every corner where those aligned with the light and order reside.

RITE OF ASCENSION
5/20/2023 (Saturday) - 6 PM EST