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Antonius Vilac lights Olivier Renault and Sigismund III's cigars with dragonsflame.

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Flemius read over the treaty, nodding resolutely, as he looked south with a tinge of melancholy. Thereafter, his gaze steeled once more, ready to continue serving his Kongzem!

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Drasus would receive word of the diplomatic agreement while visiting the Capital city of Providence on business. He would sit idly with his physician, Doctor Pruvia, over a horn of mead within his private office. With a metallic chuckle he would remark . . . "The Carrion Lord begins to descend upon its poor fetid prey. The many years of basking in the austere desert heat has withered them away, what is left shall soon be consumed by the grim scavenger. I'm sure they both fear their own starvation, but it's plain to see who will be feasting on who here. A pity."

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“Your Imperial Majesty!” shouts a young man from the parapet as he returns from prayer at the forest shrine at Huntshill. 
 

Philip II received a missive, detailing the most recent treaty, as he enters the bastion. 
 

“Sire, they posture against you! It is a vile union which seeks to weaken your rule!”


The Emperor grins from astride his white stallion, offering the parchment detailing the event back to the nervous soldier. 
 

“No, my son. It is the flavor of the week.”

 

 

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In the halls of his section of the residential Palace, Andrik Nikolas smiles widely at the newly formed pact between the greatest nation in the North and the greatest nation in the South. Despite not being heavily involved with the treaty, the Deputy-Ambassador to Savoy sure had his ambitions set high.

Meanwhile... A Baron in his cold and quiet keep looks at the missive with disdain, not because he disagrees with it, but because he knew of it's importance in the current inter-political climate. Robert Ludovar takes a long breath in, and exhaled. It'd been decades since that wig-snatching incident had occurred, though he still held little respect for the Prince of Savoy because of the words and actions exchanged between the two. Still, the Baron put on his coat, pinned his five medals of service, and fixed his old but clean beret. If or when the time came, the veteran sergeant would be ready to call a Savoyard a comrade, even if it bothered him.

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Just now, erictafoya said:

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The Lord Palatine had just laid his bagpipes onto a wall in his office, he had gotten tired from playing them after the spectacle at court, he glanced onto the treaty placed on his desk and a cigar neatly placed beside it. "As much as it pained me to approve of this document, the audacity of hairless bureaucrats from the south serves as a grim reminder for the fickle of human diplomacy." He remarked to his underpaid worker, Todd McTodd, who was busy preparing copies of a missive sent to him by the Duke of Valwyck, his deputy.


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9 minutes ago, Herod said:

The Lord Palatine had just laid his bagpipes onto a wall in his office, he had gotten tired from playing them after the spectacle at court, he glanced onto the treaty placed on his desk and a cigar neatly placed beside it. "As much as it pained me to approve of this document, the audacity of hairless bureaucrats from the south serves as a grim reminder for the fickle of human diplomacy." He remarked to his underpaid worker, Todd McTodd, who was busy preparing copies of a missive sent to him by the Duke of Valwyck, his deputy.


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Todd McTodd only nodded his head in agreement, smiling to the Lord Palatine. He was not educated on matters of foreign diplomacy, and had not the interpretative skills to derive any meaning from this document. Nevertheless, he sent a copy of it to the Duke of Valwyck.

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43 minutes ago, Mirtok said:

Drasus would receive word of the diplomatic agreement while visiting the Capital city of Providence on business. He would sit idly with his physician, Doctor Pruvia, over a horn of mead within his private office. With a metallic chuckle he would remark . . . "The Carrion Lord begins to descend upon its poor fetid prey. The many years of basking in the austere desert heat has withered them away, what is left shall soon be consumed by the grim scavenger. I'm sure they both fear their own starvation, but it's plain to see who will be feasting on who here. A pity."

 

An artist depicts a rendition of two large beasts donned by black and gold, feeding on a withering, dying eagle - sharing prosperity in mutual prey.

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The Hereditary Princess of Savoy, looking over the bassinets of her children one sun-lit morn’, concluded a chapter of a story: “And so, mein kinder, a great friendship was born - and an even greater legacy began.”

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Prince Adolf looks upon these events with great interest...

 

Just kidding, he's off playing with a toy dragon.

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"Lets hope they do not crucify people again after this thing.. The blood.. the horror.." The young Joseph Clement de Sarkozy had a chill running down his spine - dropping the missive as he ran back home in Providence.

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1 hour ago, BenevolentManacles said:

“Your Imperial Majesty!” shouts a young man from the parapet as he returns from prayer at the forest shrine at Huntshill. 
 

Philip II received a missive, detailing the most recent treaty, as he enters the bastion. 
 

“Sire, they posture against you! It is a vile union which seeks to weaken your rule!”


The Emperor grins from astride his white stallion, offering the parchment detailing the event back to the nervous soldier. 
 

“No, my son. It is the flavor of the week.”

 

 

"Your Highness." shouts a young Haeseni mail courier, who rushed towards the Oracle upon the sight of him. He smiled absently.

 

Franz dismissed the missive for now, and gestured the mail courier along, towards the ruins of Krusev, inviting him to accompany himself and Natalia Kovachev for dinner.

"What's for dinner?"

The Oracle grinned as he began through the alleys of Karosgrad.

"Chicken."

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The Sedanian Count smiled at the news" Oh this is the beginning of a great alliance, now only for use to regather our strength" 

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