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“slap ‘em red boys silly” says ex-emperor duke of aenus achilius

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Micah O’Connell sat idly by the fireplace in his burrow, a pipe in one hand and a copy of the missive in the other, “T’ose bigguns fightin’ again...?” The small man slumped back in his seat, a grin growing on his face, “I love bein’ an ‘alflin,” He muttered before lifting the pipe to his mouth and taking a puff.

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Titus and his kin prepare for the upcoming war with unsettling excitement!

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Evan Lethes is still screaming from the seven sky’s.

 

Aleksandr Renault II is unsure if he is allowed to fight, as he is five years old.

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Ace Merentel receives the news and stares blankly at the declaration paper for a moment. He then nods his head once as he folds the paper up “It must be done” he says with determination

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Leydluk cracks his knuckles and awaits the coming storm, confidently knowing that the rash Lord Prostrator will invariably **** this up somehow.

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Ferran grins with elation as he reads the letter, starting off immediately to saddle his horse. As he buried his campfire a final time and rode off for the borders of Oren, he cheered,

 

“String the bow and sharpen the pike! It is time the heathen sons of the South learned the lesson we taught their fathers!”

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A Ruberni envoy of scouts are sent riding to the Orenian warcamps. They carried their black banners through the camps to the command tent where they dismounted their steeds and stomped the mud off their boots before entering the tent. With them they brought a missive from Rubern, a declaration of the Ruberni aid to the campaign on the orcs.

 

Some week later the Black army would arrive at the warcamps, the Prince and his personal Retinue would hail the commanding officers of the Orenian and Morsgrad armies and made their formal declaration now in person at the command tent. The Black set their camp up, the Reiters fed their horses, the banner of the Ram sparred and sharpened their swords and pikes as the Roc Bannermen began to construct and prepare their siege weaponry.
 


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Wargoth Korgahk'Gorkil would simply shake his head "Diz wagh is nub'hosh for Krugmar. Peeps to mi wi shedding our bruddaz bluud carelezzli" 

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Mugrug’weagh would hear the news and chuckle  “ uglee pinkiez tri tu klomp bruddahz, dey will ownlee get an azz woopin“ The small goblin would crawl back into his small cavern home

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Sulraell rubbed his skinny pale hands together  “Finally a-another spectacle f-for my e-eyes to f-feast upon..”  he paused, smiling ”Nothing b-better than a g-good war..”

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“Do you hear them? They are the war drums!”  Said Lars, while he was sitting and drinking wine in a tavern of Ves.

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