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Pepin de Bar, Peter II’s chamberlain, sipped psychological comfort from a glass of spiced rum. The alcohol did the trick, but the pepper burning his lips and tongue kept him awake into these small hours of morning. In the midst of the flaying knife, surrounded by vicious, bloodthirsty dogs of war, the Prince maintained his conviction - his homage ever to the Empire. The words reverberated in a tormented corner of his mind; and, with reflexes reduced to the equivalent of a burnt-out nerve by the extent of his drunken stupor, he hurled the small square of parchment a courier had delivered to him prior into the crackling inferno of the nearby fireplace, throat swelling with determination.

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Marie Brusleton would say a soft prayer to her God after hearing the news. "May God's wrath fall upon them for doing such injustice. Long live Oren!" After uttering the words she would go back to sewing a new dress for some noble lady. 

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"And yet they bar other races from their cities for being 'barbarous' " Oracle proclaimed 

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Merlin would be resting around as he is currently on his slight travels before hearing the news. He would open a bottle of ale and then look up to the sky and cackle "What'd I tell ye. I told them alright! Was never a great Seneschal nor, even worth for people to fight for!" He would then drink the ale with joy before giggling once again.

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Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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