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     Jacque steps towards a podium after an emergency meeting was called at the Praedium roadside land. His robes sway in the wind yet his arms remain stiff, latching them onto the smooth oak handles of the podium.

   

            "People of Praedium" He would say with a firm tone "The Black Swan swore to us that they would be a protector against any wrong doers.. and on this day" He would stop, looking down as if he was hurt by the broken oath "They went against what they swore to us... They are nothing but liars." He would say, clearing his throat "The people or Praedium nor the people of Akovia are not an alliance of this rouge force.. These people who promised little protection if needed.. They are the rouge ones." He would grumble. "I myself, although I do not have the power to indicate them as such, I say they are traitors of the Grand kingdom of Oren and deserve to be brought to justice for the murder of multiple ordermen." He shouts "If they are seen on Praedian territory, they will be dealt with swiftly." He states. "This rouge behavior MUST stop at once and I, Baron Jacque d' Praedium will do everything in my power to halt this madness" he would finish "Thank You.." He states, bowing as he walks off the Podium. Claps are heard from Orenian people as he leaves the area, waving to the crowd as he enters the fine state of Praedium.

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"Good." States Dorian.

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Samuel smiles wryly under his barbute helm, clapping faintly for the Baron, happy with the action taken.

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Cantonus mutters a curse, "They'll not last long wearing that uniform."

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Tven covers his mouth in shock, muttering a single word.

 

"Shiiiiiieeeeeeeeeet..!"

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Caspar shakes his head, mumbling "The criminal thcum will regret thith.."

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The cold wind blows over the battle below, both Amyas Holy men and Black Swan Heretics clash together, the outcome being blood'n'steel to loiter the grass below. The Swan forces appear to engulf the Amyas, an obvious larger force having four men for every one Amyas amidst. Among the confusion though, one figure, a massive suit of armor twice the size of any man enters the fray. The tide quickly turns, as for every one Amyas fallen, eight Swan are to meet their demise. Within the next hour, the Amyas patrol roars in victory, the Black Swan Horde crumbling and retreating to the cover of the nearby forests.

 

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"I saw 'im, I swear I did!" The Amyas man-at-arms shouts as the others laugh, drinking away at their mugs of ale, the sounds of chatter, brawling and a possible mandolin blaring in the back-round. "I SWEAR I DID, 'E WAS THREE TIMES BIGGER THEN ANY MAN, 'E HELD A GREATSWORD AS IF IT WAS A SHORTSWORD, AND 'E CUT DOWN THE BLACK SWINE LIKE THEY WERE  NUFFIN'!" The others continue to laugh, the now angered man-at-arms stands, storming off. "Ahaha. . ." The peasant wipes a tear from his eye, "W'ot teh 'ell calls 'imself forteh-six anyways?"

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Percival would scoff upon hearing the news, as he would mutter to his Senior officals.

"What a bloody joke. A land grabbing noble who holds no legitimency denouncing our just cause? Let's hope that the people of Oren havn't lost their common sense, such that to listen to this buffon." He would finish, returning his attention to something actually worthy of it.

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Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

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