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A vivid memory of near 50 years past flooded the mind of Diomé Indoren as he read the missive. He sat alongside his fellow Ferryman, 'Timmy' in the old meeting room of the old fort, just before the success that was 'even out evening.' Tired, but still determined, he got up and donned the teal bandana in his mirror, a simple phrase coming to mind that he repeated to himself. "Win like a winner."

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Jesus Pablo picked up his head from the table within the factory, drool dripping down the once proud and wealthy hyspian's face. Reading over the letter he'd hop up from his stool shouting out, "Es hora amigos! Nadamos pronto andele andele!"

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The Skipper lingers at sea's edge, azure gaze spreading across the tides. Idly, he drums several leather-clad digits against the hilt of his blade.

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An individual stood upright, beating a man with a wooden stick profusely. One single copy of the missive flew towards him carried by the wind and landing at his boot. Reading it a moment, he'd look down at the beaten man saying: "I'm awfully sorry but duty calls, we'll pick up where we left off next time!" waving the missive in the air a moment, then skipping off

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Bakir Ireheart wonders what action Urguan did to kick the ferrymen out of Urguan… but nevertheless he’d share drinks with Leviantol as they laugh over a drink of beer.

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"Oh damn...this is going to be interesting." said Prince Ragnvald Ruric as he read the missive from his home of Eiriksgrad.

 

Antonius Barclay spat out his beer as he read the missive from Reinmar, a frown forming on his face. "Sheisse, mayhaps they also intend to raid Haense!"

 

Javier de Pelear, Baron of Arenisca and a vassal of Urguan, began to quietly panic to himself. "Mierda, Mierda, Mierda! ¡Ni siquiera me di cuenta de que tal situación estaba a la mano!"

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Alaric picks up the missive that was left nailed to his door. Being unable to make sense of the letter, he simply holds it flat in his palm and packs it with cactus green before rolling it up and smoking it. “Always happy de Ferrymen provide free rollin’ papers, but ah dinnae knae anehthing about no fort.”

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(ooc)

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ironic

 

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1 hour ago, Masouri said:

The nation of Urguan, for as long as I am Captain, will never be able to hire out our services.

 

 

A renowned mercenary yawns faintly, vividly recalling the multiple Ferrymen raids on Urguan that she and her brigands had successfully fended off. Perhaps it would be time for a sequel. For the right price, of course.

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57 minutes ago, AnonymousAlexa said:

 

 

A renowned mercenary yawns faintly, vividly recalling the multiple Ferrymen raids on Urguan that she and her brigands had successfully fended off. Perhaps it would be time for a sequel. For the right price, of course.

 

The Ferryman, a mythical man on the realm, sat at a forsaken desk deep underground as a little halfling ran in every 5 minutes.

He hadn't seen the light of day for as long as he remembers, all he remembers is counting coins. 

 

"Another 24 Elysians and Rustlers, sir!"

The Ferryman then counted 24 coins and neatly stacked them without a word, sliding them to the right of his desk afterwards.

 

"Another 26 Dwarves and Rustlers, sir!" 

The Ferryman then counted 26 coins and neatly stacked them without a word, sliding them to the right of his desk afterwards.

 

"Another 27 Elysians, Rustlers and Dwarves, sir!" 

The Ferryman then counted 27 coins and neatly stacked them without a word, sliding them to the right of his desk afterwards.

 

"Another 35 Rustlers, Dwarves and Vorticians , sir!" 

The Ferryman then counted 35 coins and neatly stacked them without a word, sliding them to the right of his desk afterwards.

 

"Captured a dwarven leadership figure, hung him by the ankles and shaved his beard, sir!" 

The Ferryman scoffed at that, firmly nodding at the halfling as thanks for his service as the little man began making his way out of the room.

 

"Sir..?" 

The halfling sighed,  not believing what his little list was saying.

 

"Yes, friend?"

The Ferryman responded.

 

"They just did it again."

The halfling spoke before leaving in full.

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4 hours ago, Willstertheking2 said:

Levian'Tol cringes at the Fer- Savoy Vassals, helping Azdrazi.

 

Haskir loves when the Ferrymen help his Azdrazi cause for free. Except- they weren't ... right? He'd never asked them to, anyways! He puts on his Ferrymen bandana he'd bought at the gift store, crossing his fingers in hope they will ally with the Azdrazi to prove Levian'Tol right! "Wait ... they're vassals of Savoy, too? Holy ****!.. The Ferrymen must be a little bit of everything!"

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Renowned ferryman danny deltoids spouts fire from his mouth being in fact an azdrazi himself

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3 hours ago, AnonymousAlexa said:

 

 

A renowned mercenary yawns faintly, vividly recalling the multiple Ferrymen raids on Urguan that she and her brigands had successfully fended off. Perhaps it would be time for a sequel. For the right price, of course.

 

Ser Aleks put on his ‘I <3 Azdrazi‘ pin.

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