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A DEAL OF FLAME AND RIVERS


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Ancelie stares down at the missive with wide eyes, having wondered what her son Sven, the reigning King of Norland, has been up to all this time... and now she knows! She promptly returns to the cabbage farm, showing her husband (@DAENGIE) the missive.

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Decent Dave the Ferryman happily exclaimed, “Okay, sheee.”

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Asvi Frostbeard, a very mediocre fighter, reads the news with a smile. "More bodies to zrow on ze mountain! Good day! Bu' hmmm... Some'ow ah feel like dzese people 'ave killed me o' somedzing! Noh, ahm steel alive afteh all!" She chuckles, continuing on with her day. 

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“Can you guys hold on the conflict I am doing exams right now” Swifty Samay uttered in a bout of pure anger, then resuming his studies

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Levian'Tol Grandaxe has a half grimace, half smirk as he reads through it. "Well... ef not en Urguan, 'ah'm glad t'ere en Norland."

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"Oooh, Norland maykin frehndz ahnd de Ferriez geht a home, hozh hozh." Nin smiles in satisfaction at that news. Things were getting increasingly interesting lately.

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45 minutes ago, ErikAzog said:

"Nothing literally changes." would shrug an Orenian man.

"Its just a circle- I mean a cycle. Hundreds of years of the same repetitive thing...war is tiresome." Responds a jaded blonde haired elf from long ago as she sips her tea. 

 

"Always war. Always the world against the other half of the world. Why can't you just solve it by a tournament or something for once." Lily would remark further eventually. 

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5 hours ago, argonian said:

Ailred reminds himself to ask his good friend @NarthokTheodoric if Fatherists are really globetards. 

Theoderic sheds a tear as his homeland embraces global war to defend their financial interests in Orenian banking 

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High Chief Yazmorra Blackroot squints at the name. “Ferrymen, eh?” She scratches her twiggy hair. “Ne’er ‘eard ov ‘em, wonda eff t’ey’re aneh gud at fightin’” She pops a moldy mushroom in her mouth, ready for a lovely trip of clicks. 

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Frida Edvardsson would smirk "Aye! The time for blood has come."

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