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The Death of a Beard, 1850


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Ivan var Ruthern was disgruntled, he had promised the Grand King respect, and he did not give it to him with the cutting of his beard. Regardless, he was glad the ISA had achieved such a victory within the depths of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, he hoped the war would see an end sometime soon.

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Peter August Kaphro would return to the city with the Dwarf King. He would smile as he would bring him alongside the other brave Orenians to the throne room as he whispered lightly to himself – “Father, I hope I have made you proud.”


Prince of Providence, Peter Augustus would look at his father delivering a verdict towards the King as he remained still. He would take in the actions as a lesson for him to learn from.


Ledicort d’Azor would smile from the Seven Skies. He would rest easy knowing the Empire was prepared for whatever was to come.

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Olivier and Philip would wait inside of the situation room, eager to receive the news of their target.

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The Count of Azor raises a brow hearing of the Duchess of Adria meeting the Grand King within his private chambers. "How very odd....very odd Indeed, I suppose she seeks new close friends."  The man shrugged tucking the missive in his pocket as he remembered the freshly shaved dwed. 

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Baron Arthur Komnenos enters the imperial palace while the trial of the high king was ongoing, on his right arm strapped an Ireheart clan shield he took from the body of an Ireheart in the battle to capture the high king 

 

“That was…. Surprisingly easy”

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Cato Perea remembers his daydream where he said hello to the kind Dwarven King and his human mistress Charlotte Augusta. After the stress of a night long fight, he had a profound nose bleed. He dozed off in his bed happily.

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Philip III congratulates the men of both Oren and Savoy for a pair of well-fought victories on the eve!

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Empress Anastasya stood from atop the dais as she looked down upon the Grand King Ulfric Frostbeard that had been brought before them. To each of the twelve that had partaken in the brave endeavor, she had never felt such a deeper sense of respect and pride for their efforts. To her son, Prince Peter, she lowered her voice to say, "The world is watching - and here we stand, stronger than ever."

 

 

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Duncan reads the missive and thinks to himself about the moment he branded the king “Well, the beardless fool started a war over me” he would chuckle and walk over to his personal armour and pick up a Daemonsteel axe “Perhaps I carry on this branding…”

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Julian paused as the missive floated across his desk, the seasoned soldier leaning back in his chair as his eyes scrutinized every line of text. Satisfied, he grasped at the bottle placed across his lap, uncorking it before gesturing its now opened top toward nobody in particular.

"Blessed be my comrades, and damned be those gates."

A hearty chuckle then filled the room, and Julian set to drinking the night away.

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The Archchancellor would cradle his fingers at the business in the court, watching from a distance. 

 

He had been pacing all night in the Orenian war room, watching as couriers delivered news of the operation and had been glad to see his stress relieved. 

 

The Dwed had been rightfully humiliated, the impenetrable realm of the Dwarves had been shown to be an illusion. 

 

But that he would rather lose his beard than not allow human allies? It showed his fear, and most certainly, it showed Minuvas...he must look North....who were you protecting, King beneath the mountain?

 

What of this business with the Duchess, he pondered. 

 

He would ruminate, as always, on these affairs - while the realm would celebrate. 

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Captain Ezekiel Moores grins upon hearing the news, grabbing his brigadiers and dragging them all down to the pub. 

 

"A toast for Duncan! Long live the Sheep-Slayer!" He roars, thrusting his tankard into the air. @Duncan the Fearsome

 

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