The Calsearth Ledger: Ales of The Old World
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Blithering Morsel of Calsearth! ๐“…‹

Firing on all cylinders to dovetailed crossing against ephialtes and goose bumps. Bowing out our households to the doorway of lasting renown.

Diarized in @OverTheCals, @CalsearthBot (SFSโ€”HFW) & @TheCalsearthBot. ๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ
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Forwarded from La Dimora Carrasco.
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Today, Zhu's Nien, Carrasco's Eunseok, Nethers's Jake, Calsearth's Winter, Merfyn's Yujin, Liesbon's Somi, Roesjad's James, Edurne's Isa, Gritner's Niki, Sorguine's Jungsu, Shedabaka's Jeemin, Ellsword's Sungchan, Berthouven's Gawon, Shedabaka's Jihu, Loughrey's Pharita, Pearce's Anna and Monteluce's Sungchan are planning to go out for a walk tonight. We all hit up a bunch of places, from parks to the river and even some of the city's trending streets. We covered everything from A to Z, from the sad stuff to the happy stuff. We didn't miss out on the jokes that had us in stitches.

It wasn't long before Berthouven's Gawon got a call from her dad. He told her to head back home. She had to head home first and leave us behind, whether she wanted to or not. She also took a selfie in the car and sent it straight to the group chat. We kept strolling through the city lights, and Carrasco's Eunseok and Sorguine's Jungsu suddenly became photographers for Merfyn's Yujin and Liesbon's Somi, who were busy striking poses. Meanwhile, Nethers's Jake and Gritner's Niki were busy making random videos while laughing like fools, followed by Calsearth's Winter and Shedabaka's Jeemin walking ahead, occasionally checking themselves in shop windows.

As the night went on, the mood got a little more serious, and we sat cross-legged, enjoying the evening breeze. Zhu's Nien was the first to speak up, saying how important this meeting was, and Roesjad's James agreed right away, hugging Monteluce's Sungchan and Ellsword's Sungchan. Edurne's Isa reminded us to really enjoy the night because coordinating schedules like this was really hard, and then Loughrey's Pharita, Shedabaka's Jihu and Pearce's Anna also opened up about their own struggles. The night ended with farewell hugs as the rides arrived, and once we got home, the group chat was immediately flooded with hundreds of blurry photos and laughing videos capturing just how happy we were that night.
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ใ…คใ…ค Between the fading horizon and lights โŒ
ใ…คใ…ค starting to turn /. โ€œDO YOUR DANCEโ€
ใ…คใ…ค weaving together fragments of time
ใ…ค into a journey
ใ…คใ…ค that's timeless with the seasons
ใ…คใ…ค โŒž #RIIZEGoDance ใ…ค โ˜†โ€Œ.  [ 15/06. ]

               ใ…ค       ใ…คใ…ค . . .

Some are created from those
who choose to walk
  ยท. ๐Ÿš‰โž•

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Forwarded from JUEUNYX.
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ใ…ค‎ ‎ ‎ใ…ค‎ ‎ ๐Ÿœ• A GRIMOIRE BOUND IN CRESCENT
ใ…ค‎ ‎ ‎ใ…ค‎ ‎ SEALED WITH CURSES OF JUEUNYX.


โ›งยฐ๏ฝก Stern vicissitudes emanated in silver starlight which @JUEUNYX eventually unfolds the compendium that consists of nightshades dagger also ancient runes filled the walls. Dust motes were swirled innards murmurs of enchantment, the house believes in sacrilege eccentricity endeavors to find Kim Jueun from Hearts2Hearts. The juxtaposition of composed heavy verses uttered immediately, inquiries opened.

ใ…ค‎The raven coated within stygian alongside
ใ…ค‎screamed over a tailored  spine etched by
ใ…ค‎itravenous. Leaving a  missive with hands
ใ…ค‎brimmed in ashes . . . . ๐„ฑ๐…„

Behold! I, (name & @username) propose to be part of your fortress. I'll take a vow to remain inside whilst incant verse over decay, perchance to invoke. 



Arcane incantations exhibit afore phraseology found out about notes that were obligated to be sent @JueunyxBot. Otherworldly, we are keen to encounter other sorceresses which already reckoned on inside a citadel! ๐–ฆ
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โณเผ„ ๐—ž๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐—ท๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—บ๐˜†๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜†, ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ป June 15th. ๐Ÿ‚

In a world that feels like an autumn fairytale, we gather to honor the day you have long awaitedโ€”a cherished occasion held each month within the heart of the forest. With sincere admiration and the warmest of intentions, we extend our blessings beneath the amber sky to @Rowtherzy, @TreasurePreciouss, @TheWilkins, @LintangHarmoni, @teezelt, @Meovvere, @HeartSteallar, @Roesjad, @GhostOfMorthen & @TheVisnja.

Oh, what is there to hesitate for, when even the forest seems quietly aware of this gentle celebration? this flourishing woodland, the wind drifts without direction, as though it too shares in the warmth of this moment. With sincere prayers and softly carried hopes, we offer our blessings to our dear neighbors in their hour of joy.

May this autumn-touched world endure a little longer, and may it continue to hold your smiles as warmly as it does today.

๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด,
@Calsearth.
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ใ…ค                      The Hearthbound
ใ…ค                    Letters of Oaklisse.
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(01/:03.) Not every path is plain to see, some wait in mist and mystery, and only show themselves at last to those whose searching days have passed ห– ๐–ฅ” ๐ŸŒณ Your name was kept inside its song, for you were always meant to belong beyond the gate where stone remembers and the meadow blooms through all its embers, they tell the searching heart that it is you, my dear.

ใ…ค       Die Stammmutter, The Matriarch: 1980-1995
ใ…ค       Der Erstgeborene, The Auncles: 1996-1999
ใ…ค       Der Wรคchter, The Oldest: 2000-2003
ใ…ค       Der Mittlere, The Middle: 2004-2006
ใ…ค       Das Nesthรคkchen, The Youngest: 2008-2011

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Guten tag, Oaklisse! I am (your name, muse name + line & @username), born of (your muse line) shall receive these letters with a still heart, and take upon myself the role of (Matriarch/Auncles/Eldest/Oldest/Middle/Youngest), with quiet devotion and the intention to remain. Danke, Oaklisse!


( ๐Ÿก๐Ÿชต .. ) โœฆ  โ€”โ€”  When you are ready, fold your letter with care and release it into the dark and a small bird, which pale as moonlight, already knows your name and where to carry it. Send your word to @OakIisseBot, and let it find its way through the mist to us. But first, press your ear to the door and listen: Peek through the window and see whose faces already warm this house, before you set your pen to paper / ๐ŸŒพ

ใ…ค                                   Signed from the
ใ…ค                                  hillside, where the
ใ…ค                                  lantern never dims,
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@Oaklisse. ๐ŸŒฑ. โœบโ—Ÿ
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HAVE YOU HEARD? THEY SAY A GATE HAS BEGUN TO OPEN. DO YOU HEAR IT CALLING?

No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.

A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.

Could it be the part of you thatโ€™s been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:

(donโ€™t forget to check our taken list)
โ€ข Aunties & Uncles (1995โ€“1998)
โ€ข Oldest line (1999โ€“2002)

Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:
Hello, Mills! My name is (MUSE), born in (โ€ฆ), and I feel drawn toward a home I have not seen, yet somehow know.


The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where youโ€™re meant to be.
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