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An orenian warship broke through the heavy mist off the coast of Anthos. It's red sail whipped around in the wind and It's deck had a frenzy of action. Men were running around pull on ropes, tying things up shouting commands and furiously rowing towards shore. Two men stood upon the bow of the war ship grinning. 

Fidgeting with his crown the king looked upon the shore "It's good to be home brother"
"Aye" The prince responded "Think they'll remember us?"
"How could they forget."

As the boat cleared the mist another breached it followed by a third and then a forth. Before too long a whole fleet had come into the open. Stretching as far as the eye can along the horizon and far beyond, the ships were built in different styles and shapes and went different speeds but all had red sails and disciplined men listening to the commands of their superiors without question. 

The sides of the boats where filled with iron clad men peering over the sides looking towards the shore line. One boat sped ahead, unlike the others it was small and fast it had only a few men aboard and black sails. The men on this ship however where not wearing armor but a specialty black leather. At the bow of the ship a man stood with long white hair, two others flanked his side who had no hair staring inland and chatting among themselves as they sped towards the land, exotic animal parts hung from the side of the ship and never before seen monster had decorated the ships deck. 

As the fleets came closer an unmistakable white mark could be seen in the center of the red sails. 

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A dark elf watches from afar within the shadows of the trees.

"Wow! Look at all those ships, and all that fancy stuff they got! Man they must, they have to be Loooo-DED!"

As the dark elf walks from the shadows rolling his shoulders he says.

"Maybe they're hiring."

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Hadrian Fitzroy stands by the side of the White haired man peering at the coast line as they sped ahead of the main fleet. "Brothers, today has been long awaited in the Order, it's our objective to scout ahead and make the landing secure, you know we have men on land preparing for our landing but the king himself has ordered us to secure the landing for the fleet and hold it until we are landed. You know what we faced when we left, and I expect worse when we land. Sharpen you blades, meditate and get something eat and for creators sake, get some sleep, we may not have any spare time for weeks once we land."

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Harrison Briarwood stands upon the docks, having caught word of a special arrival. He spots the sails in the distance, a tear coming to his eye. If only his father had lived long enough to see his people return.

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George Flatlight raises his arms above his head in a victory cry.

"ULULULULULULULULULULULULULU LEEDLE LEEDLE LEEDLE ULULULULULULU"

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Leana burns an effigy of her dead Rosey husband on the Schattenburg beach to mark the area as a landing site for the lovable, cantankerous old bastards,

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((I do hope this is the Elysium/Kalos white rose we are getting back.))

"Oh, they're back. Cool." says random human peasant.

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Casimir heard of the people his ancestors fought.. returning. He establishes an emergency council meeting.

 

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The Archbishop Castus stands resolute on the high cliffs of Abresi, overlooking the harsh waves battering against the rocky shoreline. He had heard the bells ring from the watchtower in Valtheim, and he had come.

He rests his weight on his hard oaken staff, the iron Kaedrini cross topping it catching the early morning light. His purple and white robes ripple in the deafening sea-winds and his gaze is fixed ahead.

The Archbishop watches as the fleet is seen breaking the mist in the distance, and a rare half-grin graces his stone-carved features.

"Deus Magnus"

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*Rick Felder sees the ships, he looks at them, thinking this was just going to be a pirate assault, but no, as the buts got closer... he felt a feeling of old times, he blinked, and looked again as he saw black sails*

 

Yes yes yeessss...

 

*Then when he saw the White Mark a smile came to his face, he laughed, and screamed out yes*

 

**** YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DWARVES WILL HAVE TO SURRENDAH NOW OR ELSE THEY WILL GIT TERE ARSES KEEEECKED LIEK EVERY OTHAH DEEEYYYYYYY, WHITE ROSE WHITE ROSE WHITE ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEE, OTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTTOTOTTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOOTTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOOTTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOOTOTOOTOTTOTOTOTOOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOTOTOTTOTOTOOTTOTOTOTOOTOTOTTOOTTOTOTOTOOTTO.

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Sonn Ander stands with Huron and his family, Remembering the chaos when they left. He hopes it causes just as much fun as it did before

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