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A Cry for Help from Sutica; The Alstreim Question


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The young Casimira, upon hearing such news, picked through her closet and located her darkest gown to wear as she joined her family in mourning the senseless murders of both her mother and her brother. She then patiently awaited the execution of one Mister Corwin Alstreim.

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Stafford sits in the Eye’s mess hall with the rest of his enlisted comrades, after having listened to the general’s pronouncement, and suppresses a grin. The aches and pains from working on more of the Eye’s fortifications seemed to have melted away in an instant, and he couldn’t help but to turn towards Corporal Willem Galbraith and say: ”Thank the exalted and all the saints, some real action at last. And no more damnable cold! Picture it, comrade, a cool ale on a sandy beach under warm sunshine, and a chance to prove ourselves in the field all in one!”

 

The young soldier leans back on his bench and chuckles, images of imperial banners flying over tropical beaches playing in his mind. ”God save the Emperor!”

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“How long until it takes for the rats of the AIS to scurry out of their holes to fight for Sutica, I wonder.” said Friar Boniface.

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Somewhere- a dead and dastardly reverent ghost which embodies all the feelings of edgy energy in that of the Trade Nation seems to stir for a moment, shaking his head along as he wonders what he missed in his moments transcending and all around shifting in the dark space of nothingness which makes up his eternal afterlife. 

At one point, the little twitchy elf lad looks over, noticing the poster of such seemingly addressed to the old monarchy he once settled over and held with as much of a tyrannical fist as the current overseeing Emperor... The lad bursts out laughing. A baffling guffaw which BELLOWS throughout the moonlights and carries all the way throughout the whispering isles.

A moment of emotion in what had been just a drooling dreary existence for himself, for the man was immensely tickled that the ‘Undead Emperor’, who at one point in time was more dead than his current form, was going out of his way to make fun and poke towards by far the most defenseless and unimportant state of them in terms of Arcas. It almost brought a tear down the dry skin of his rotten eye..

“This is almost as funny as the fact the current Emperor doesn’t have Horen blood in them.”

The then, basic corpse of an elf.. seemingly not caring about the current Monarch’s of Sutica as he finds both side equally unintelligent, merely decides to go back to the eons of nothing- from wherever else in this silence he may be.

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Albrecht sighs deeply “Zese ungrateful Imperials are again preparing to start another war of aggression. Disgusting. When will someone bring ze Emperor to justice?”

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Avaeramos dislikes Suticans.

Whereas, Caldwell feels so the same.

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