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Mahou Jojo sits and eats his Grub-Buket 3pc with BBQ sauce as he reads the declaration. ”Total Wagh…” he says with a mouthful.

"Another war is on the horizon" the old priest looked sadly at her sword with which she had gone through many battles "I'm too old for this shit..." with a sigh, she looked away from the sword

"Another war? " the fat priest sighs longingly "peacetime lasted so little..."

The Baroness of Blackwell nodded at the publishing. "Land must be protected, for we must live in mutualism with our environment for that mutual survival. It has always been a vital part of our way of life yet we do not disrespect those with customs of not our own. From all my visits, Vikela is a place which is cautious not to devastate its local environment. To single out just the Queendom of Vikela, it is rather folly logical." She told her courtiers with her newborn babe still in arm.

@Frank_Dog @Lomiei @ImpracticalMagic [!] Folded and attached pieces of parchment are distributed throughout the realms of Aevos To Whom It May Concern, Senseless missive after missive has made it clear that the former state of the Iron Hoarde, acts in blatant disregard for peace and diplomacy; and have initiated hostilities against Eastern Aevos. As staunch defenders of justice, honor, and the principles of international cooperation, we shun silence in the face of such aggression. We speak truth, to desire that bloodshed and devastation be pointed to their proper place; at the agents of iblees. Therefore, we hereby denounce Lurak's actions as reprehensible and contrary to the spirit of civilized conduct. Their warmongering culture threatens not only Vikela, but the entire east itself. We implore the orcish population to desist from any hostility and seek peaceful resolutions through dialogue and negotiation. May reason prevail over the clamor of war drums, and may Lurak recognize the foolishness of their actions before irreparable harm befalls their heads. Yours in Vigilance and Diplomacy, Marjorie Falkner Addressed to the orcs, and the wider realms of Aevos; Some misguided counsel has befallen the state affairs of the Former Iron Hoarde. They use a guise of trees to justify mindless aggression. This calls into question the competence and legitimacy of their state. Lack of understanding is detrimental to the body and the borders, so we call for RUE'LUR (@thequeennadine) and DAAHD'LUR ( @Sean_VEVO ) to see the situation clearly: The Sovereignties of Eastern Aevos stand hostile against putrid attempts for glory at our expense. Your lack of research brings you to face force with all who should have been your partners. To your misfortune, Vikela is neither a stranger to diplomacy, nor are its partners cowardly to uphold their word. That strange faction of Uruks fares into folly, by dreaming to march upon territory which has publicly accepted the faith of GOD within their borders. What leads them to so quickly abandon the good grace which they promised to the Church of Canon may remain a mystery to me. However the motivations are irrelevant; their result is that this wayward tribe announces themselves as the enemies of GOD himself; promising violence to his peaceful servants here on Aevos. It being known that the “Rexdom of Lurak” has promised to hunt down aggressors to the Church, those Uruk citizens who had no part in the nonsense of their figureheads (and even those that did), should make no hesitation to bring about the institution of a legitimate state encompassing their region. What fate befalls the currently prominent faction, ought to be at the mercy of the sensible citizens, those who are their rightful rulers. We pray that the High Pontiff of the Canonist Church, His Holiness, Caius I, ( @MadOne ) will encourage the organization of a competent governing entity within the aforementioned region of the former Iron Hoarde. One who will keep word and faith alike. Further, we pray alongside the universal canonists for those who suffer even in the slightest, for the sake of defending their homes. It is not yet too late, to declare this action as void as its conception’s purpose. See some sense. Subtract your silly statements. Yours in Vigilance and Diplomacy, Lothair of Brabant Letters Cited & Attatched:

Villorik of the White Comet had done many inquisitions into those who served the Shadow. As soon as he read the source was an 'anonymous Orc', he read no more.

The halfling nodded to his mother before heading to the door of his house "let us go, I have some extra resources that our friends at vilkela might enjoy" Slinging the shovel over his shoulder readying his horse

The blue haired elfesse’s green slit eyes peered curiously over at her son from the comfort of the tiny chair she had managed to get herself down onto. “Wha’? Gon’ show me wha’ yer readin’?” She questioned before being handed the paper, immediately scanning it’s contents, gradually making her expression grow more serious the further it went on. ”Ah see.. so ‘et is tiem fer war once mor’..” The elfesse let a deep dark purple flame wash over the paper as it ceased existing in this mortal plane and she got up from the place in which she was seated, nodding at her halfling son with his Shovel. “We ‘ave sum’ neighbors t’ defen’.” -=+=- Meanwhile within the Uialben Keep of Lurin, a short ker in old and worn leather armor let her pearly white pupils read over the paper with a grin reaching from cheeck to cheeck, letting her jaggered sharpened teeth show. “So it is true!!” She jumped a bit with excitement on the ledge of her bed while she read. ”It’s time ea prepare for War! Orcs! Vy better be ready! Da, vyr ne going to see us comming!!” The ker cheered with determination, rushing over to grab her Billhook. ”Mika, where are vy!? Ea need vyr help-“

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Lothair peeked over the shoulders of his various deputies @Bloody_Russian@ImpracticalMagic@Jonass"Study these carefully. This is history in the making..." Some significant time later, lantern-light lit up his inn-room as scraps and cuttings of paper flew this way and that, not a scrap of it free of ink.

Rap'Lur, stuck in a cove with his small fishing boat, contemplates the prospect of violence as a leaflet describing the conflict improbably blows his way. Nonetheless, he is, at the moment, incapable of coming back...

King Patches of Babblebrook looked at the missive and rubbed his fuzzy chin, a frown forming on his face. ”I recall one of the orcs coming to the shire on a crab shaped smogger and destroyed a giant bee hive with toxic smog. Now we can’t get honey there anymore… and suddenly they’re worried about nature? why don’t they just… live in a jungle or something and not the deserts or stop using smoggers?” The king of the Musin gave a sigh and rubbed his eyes. ”Och no matter. I hope this gets resolved soon, I’m bloody sick of all the wars going on.”

The Devil-Knight of Dunkeld would read this flurry of missives and postings with a solemn look. “It’s as he predicted.” She remarked. “I stand for Queen Medea.” The Deviless would then head to her forge. The sounds of clashing metal would be heard throughout the night.

A halfling stud in his kitchen, tapping a metallic finger against the counter as he staired at the paper through his reading glasses "I haven' a clue how I'd of service but-" he'd place the paper down, turning to grab a freshly sharpened shovel off the rack "war is war I suppose"

"Pagans pretending to be canonists for our swords and our sympathy" Godefroy would remark drunkenly to a cadre of soldiers in the far north. "...name a more pitiful combination. Our holy God favors this war for pagans will slaughter pagans without a drop of blood from Sacred Canondom. Truly, nothing is more blessed."

The watcher's blue star drowned eyes scanned the pamphlet with little interest. "Another war is coming..." With a burgundy glow gleaming in her golden tattoo and her gaze fixed on the sheet Elerína set the parchment alight letting it get consumed by flame and fall to the jungles forest foliage caring little if it would also start to burn. Aher'khel sat on the stairs in front of her Clans home, the missive in her hands. "I better hurry on getting a new eye...and back into the forge." She muttered, as if she hadn't have enough problems. They wouldn't keep her from fighting for her family's home. In the meantime in Vortice a young man's amber colored eyes skimmed across the paper. An anxious feeling starting to build up in Paelen Jusmias gutt. "We will go to war?...But isn't it wrong to fight other descendants." Another pair of eyes, one of unmatched colors, settled on the sheet as Raelle read with a frown the missive on her way out to visit Nevaehlen. "Another war...I hope auntie Len and Uncle Gus stay safe...I pray that not another family member gets consumed by the cruelties of war."

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