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-= Many acts of WAR! =-


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The men of Lorraine stood patiently on the roads, lined up and ready to march. At the front their ranking officer, Lewis of Lorraine, sat on top his warhorse waiting. The man appeared to be reading over a letter, a large frown on the grizzled warrior’s face. On the horizon the red and white flags of Kaedrin could be seen moving towards the duchy of Lorraine.

 

“PREPARE TO MARCH,” barked out Lewis.

 

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Dwarven legionnaires shouted back and forth with the soldiers of Kaedrin. The Lorranians although beside their loud Kaedrin allies remained silent, looking around at disgust as rotting heads could be seen impaled on spikes surrounding the dwarven fortress, heads of Imperial soldiers and citizens. The dwarves for some time now had been harboring Blackhill bandits, bandits who have actively been attacking and killing people from the Empire’s vassals.

 

“IT HAS COME TO NO SURPRISE THAT THE BLACKHILL BRIGANDS HAVE BEEN USING THIS BASE AS AN OUTPOST WITH SKULLS GAINED BY CHEAP KILLS, THOUGH, IT SEEMS TO ME THAT WAR MIGHT BE DECLARED – GOD WILLS IT,” cried out Arnold de Langford.

 

The Lorranian silence was broken, their soldiers crying out for war and justice alongside the Kaedrins.

 

“GOD WILLS IT, GOD WILLS IT, REEEEE, GOD WILLS IT!”

 

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A heavy frown is laden upon the lips of Dirk during the long ride home back to Ves, for they could not rescue his good friend Ser Bruno from the clutches of the Dwed menace today.

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John the Roach chuckled, an amused smile upon his visage, “Then God wills it, I’d say!”

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Targoth Garrdum’Raguk sits upon a rock within the Firelands, sharpening his regal blade before standing up; eyes laid upon the various Ragukian ships loading up for departure. “Fasta’, ye gits! Da humies ‘bout ta get a roight stompin! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” 

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Kruger holds his priceless Lorraine Cross high into the air as the holy presence of GOD fills his spirit to the brim with energy “GOD wills it!”

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Hekkaes Goldhand would chuckle, raising his battleaxe with a crimson rune resting on its hilt, he’d wipe the sweat from his forehead “Su, we eaten’ umros? Oi loike moine medium rare.” he’d chuckle.

 

 

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Thath  would be polishing the head of his reliable pole-hammer awaiting orders.  

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A Waldenian man grined slyly, his eyes widening as he cracked his knuckles “GOTT mit uns” He said quietly to himself then turning to his fighting friends GOTT vills it all!”

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Borin Grandaxe raises his brow as he notices a couple of humans trying to break into Kal’Short  ”Seems ah bit odd fer umros tu go out ov dere way an try tu rob us dwedmar, and now dey beh tryin tu blame us. Interestin...” Borin Grandaxe would walk back into the fortress and grab himself a mug of ale.

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