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THE IRON ACCORD II


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"Strong alliance, very good..", Alfred exclaims with a wearly nod, approaching the icons of various saints in his room, "But remember this, Heinrik..", he says, placing his finger on the icon of Saint Henrik, "Remember God."

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Edward Napier snorts in disgust.

 

"I have seen those two nations work together before - when they were trying to conquer Haense. Now Haense, a Canonist nation finds allies and solace in heathen, non-human nations with claims on Human land? A tragedy to witness."

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28 minutes ago, Hanrahan said:

Edward Napier snorts in disgust.

 

"I have seen those two nations work together before - when they were trying to conquer Haense. Now Haense, a Canonist nation finds allies and solace in heathen, non-human nations with claims on Human land? A tragedy to witness."

Did-didn’t ye make love to an orc...” the man would shiver in disgust before happily walking away with the missive in hand, reading it over in delight.

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"Is this his response to my letter or something... does the man not care about his own people being brutalized and beaten. I suppose his fear of Oren and the hand up his bottom are more important than the safety and well-being of his people." remarked Basil as he read the document in his room.

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25 minutes ago, Drew2_dude said:

Did-didn’t ye make love to an orc...” the man would shiver in disgust before happily walking away with the missive in hand, reading it over in delight.

"Whytewazh agh' a pinkee 'heefun', az da churchmen call et. Nub listun tu a word 'e blahz, dah' Napier ez a filfee kwikzpawn!" grunted an orcess, passing by with a snarl upon her unsightly visage. 

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Pretty Princess Helen frowns at the news, delivered to her by courier - a stout boy, so stout that she had at first been inclined to believe he might be a halfling.

 

"And here I was, thinking Haense had overcome its random bouts of hatred for my country - yet, at every turn, I am proven wrong! Yesterday they slandered my grandfather, today they consort with spoon-footed pagans! Do you not agree?" she asks the courier, the scrawny child worker shivering and panting from the exertion of the run - for indeed, he had been chasing her horse for hours.

 

"Y-Yes Your Imperial Ladyship," he stuttered out.

 

"That's Highness to you, and forget it not!" she rebukes in her high, commanding tone of voice.

 

Truly, the nations of the Accord were correct to worry - for the nation lodged between them did not pay its workers near enough, and indeed its lowest classes were all but sodomized by its nobility, especially by those villains of the Imperial House that arranged marriages - and, lo, so too could Oren foist such horrible ethics upon their lovely, rustic tribal holds, where freedom to mate at will abound!

 

 

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Aleksandra Ludovar perused the renewal of the Iron Accord from her bedridden state due to influenza. A large beam found itself upon her lips before she was overcome by a coughing fit. "To the continued prosperity of Haense and our allies," she uttered weakly thereafter, lifting her glass of Carrion Black before taking a swig of the beverage.

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Ostromir Carrion rubs his hands together, making a face. 

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“The haeseni return to the old gods, ooga blooga to to you too.” Moti remarked in fear. 

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