Celebration of the Summer Solstice

[Laemor]

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A small speech is held when the small settlement had randomly been gathered together. At least with enough people to spread word among the others in the clan. The young marauder and lorekeeper, Basten. Has declared that before conflict arrives, they celebrate to acknowledge the current affairs as.

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Inevitable war

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It's on this day all of Illburg gathers together in preparation for war and in celebration of the Summer Solstice.

We call upon the sun in its brightest time. In its hottest hour. To sear into our flesh the strength needed to survive and overcome our enemies. We shall burn sinka in amass to bless our people as we celebrate beneath your banner. Within the Sahara, we survive the extremes and into the Sahara, our enemies come. 

Let us celebrate and show to our foes, how meaningless their words are to us. How meaningless it is to bring an army when facing those who fight for, Njorun. For those who fight knowing death will come, no matter the time. We fear not tomorrow, because we fight to remain free.

We are the Rhoynish and let the festival begin!

All allies of illburg are welcomed. And if you're enemy? Well, expect the worst... 

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Said mini-event shall occur in, illburg. Date: 4/10 Time:6pm EST

[Laemor]

"To everyone who showed up... Thank you. Bigger than expected, but you know why? It's because, even in times of stress. We gather, we unite, we bond. 

The memories created today will be what empower us going forward. The bonds we reforged, we strengthened. Won't be broken. Refined by the likes Njorun, he'll wield our wills to hold hel'heim at bay while we fight our mortal conflict. Seakanis shall sprawl across the sky and watch, reaching down with a single claw and plucking into his realm the lives we take. Pieces of us, shall be sent to where his pack resides, parts of us shall too join in the stalking of lives. Preparing to pounce during the moment's life slip.

Let the lights that burn throughout the night be seen from the marching armies view. Let it be known, those of illburg won't surrender. We'll fight tooth an nail, till not a bodies left standing. And should we perish? 

All is forgiven..."

The festival had eventually reached its conclusion. And despite that? The people partied until they could no longer.
Such is the Rhoynish way.