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An Adunian poet walking by crouches down, picking up a missive haphazardly tossed on the ground. He reads it, and a single word escapes from his lips. "...byrlady."

A Templar in the distant realms far off from Koyo-Kuni reviewed the post. “The Paladins are less successful versions of us, prideful bastards will try and blame the Shugo of Koyo-Kuni now.” He laughed.

Aurae claps. "That's an honorary paladin right there!"

"This is a hot mess already...." Sofiele said looking at the missive "An ultimatum is one hell of a way to demand someone to do something for you."

"Disconnect Xan!" The High Keeper commanded.

Father Nerium lifted his Herald-Bone mug to his lips, reading the missive with wide eyes. Taking a slow, slow sip. . . He savored the smokey oud of Lumbridge Lumbean Coffee. He sighed aloud, "Die Xan die."

"-..Oh. Nevermind. Maybe it was that bad." spoke Bog, having just flipped a page, his prior read being the first withdrawal post.

[!] This letter found itself in all the hands of Embered Paladins one way or another. In my months traveling I have been made aware, by pure luck I suppose. That you all have managed to lose the allies I and my Mal’onn worked hard on securing for you. Do you wish to lose? Does your single minded arrogance and hubris feel the weight of your actions yet? Will you realize your actions when Azdromoth has burned half the realm? When the Silverblade speaking on behalf of the Sunlit Lord gave of us the Ultimatum; Unity or Blood. What did you all think that meant? Did you think it extended only to the borders of one Order? Ne, my comrades. It extends to the borders of all those that would see the Dark felled. But you all cannot even Unify into a single Order. You all cannot work together. You all cannot even work together with allies made for a common fight. Truly your hubris knows no end. What would He say if He came down to our realm and saw how you all treat each other? Scheming to disconnect your fellow Embered based on evidence that you cannot prove. Acting higher than the descendants of the four brothers we swore to protect. I would not be surprised if He abandoned us again. Taking with him our Embers. When the Silverblade again came and bid us to Unify the world once more to fell Azdromoth. You all staggered and stumbled. It was only thanks to the work of a few that you had allies offer their support. I will be returning from my short pilgrimage on spreading His message and finding my Mal’onn to set you all right. For there will be no Order or realm for us to return to if this is not remedied. So I say, and will continue to say if it is not followed; Unify. Unify. Unify. We are not above descendants. We are below them. We are their protectors, and their guides. Our purpose is to keep them safe from the Dark so they can be free and act how they please. So His Order can be made manifest. But yet there will be none of His Order if you all continue to let arrogance and hubris grip at the heart of the Ember you have taken on. You will either follow me into Light and Order. Or you will all sink and drown in Darkness. In a burned out husk of a realm with no one to protect and a Lord lost. Make your choice upon my return. Unity is our Salvation. Salvation is our Liturgy. -Aurae

Eriantiel makes a face like this

[Theme] Cathan stared at the post, before preparing to get navally landed by two-hundred Harrower landing boats in the future. Somehow the Paladins had lost all of their allies. And still blamed everyone else.

Father Nerium leaned back in his chair as he read the missive, a large coil permitting it to bend. He considered the weight of this missive, concerned naturally for the health and safety of Uncle Elarhil and Aunt Aurae when Xan inevitably perishes. Bad politics ended Veletz, and now it was the end of the Paladins. Letting out a noisy, "Hmm.." he realized he had reclined completely horizontally, and the seat nearly ejected him forward as he startled.

Aurae sighs even harder in disappointment at her fellow paladins as another ally withdraws.

"Was this Latz doing?" He asked pondering if he had ruined the Paladins with one swift pen stroke.

".. Strange," spoke Bog, merely scanning through that missive. Then, he turned to his buddy, their expression peaked with interest - pupils dilated. "I recall a story now, back on Almaris. The wicked Miven Caerme'onn herself, neglecting all issues that made themselves apparent; Azdromoth was one of them, ti? History repeats itself, it seems." That friend spoke nothing in retort, because it was a mere feline, only focused on the week-old bacon Bog snacked on.

ORDER OF THE GOLDEN LION CONTRACT NULLED, 178 SA Issued from the Flower Capital of Sakura-Gakure Year of the Nezumin, 178 SA (1141 Kamijikan) The Flower Capital of Sakuragakure’s contract with the Order of the Golden Lion is declared null and void with the kami patron Zanu’s smiting of ashigaru ronin Hajime Tanaka. While our detractors will attempt to slander us as cowardly for forsaking their war - it is indeed just that, their war. It is not the Oyashi’s war and any payment we received does not equate to being fired upon by our own employer. My people will not continue to fight for a patron with no care or showing of restraint for those who fight under them as this is disrespect to our work as honorable men and soldiers of fortune. With no taste for banter amongst battle companions in the midst of combat, could we truly be allies of the Great War? Payment is non-refundable. Rest in peace Hajime Tanaka. KATO OIJIN the Black Swordsman, Shugo of Koyo-Kuni, Legendary Sanbushi, Governor of Sakuragakure and Protector of the Farfolk and Descendants of Ai-Zho

"If you're so obsessed with pride and glory, as opposed to defeating the Titan, then I shan't waste my breath..." A Keeper concluded, recovering from his wounds in wake of a grueling siege. "No matter. The rest of us shall press onward regardless."

In a forest a woman wandered. Her name now irrevocably tied to a choice. No more would she ask her kin to sacrifice. No longer would she lead her brothers and sisters to avoidable death. Yet her hammer was not set aside, her shield not hung upon the wall. If they chose to fight, it would be their own choice. A gleaming ring sat upon the woman's finger. An oath born of ages long past, to be honored still. She would ask no others to follow her. But into the Titan's flame she would delve yet again. Til death take her, or the shadow cast ever aside by Holy Light.

Sonna looked over the missive from within the Watcher's Grove, her brow furrowing. "Prideful ... And petty." The Heirophant concluded, her head shaking in disappointment. "Do they forget how ruin will cause the destruction of Balance? How Azdromoth razed Amathea to the ground, and how his sons hunted us into hiding. To turn our back now ... Ne, I shall not, nor will my kin." The Matriarch rose to a stand then, whistling for her foxes to join her as she marched.