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A Final Warning


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''And you'll never subjugate us again." The Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska mused to himself while gazing upon the marching banners of the Brotherhood of St. Karl "We'll see how many more days your vision of a united humanity gets to witness."

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Danger Dougal's hands began to shake at the official declaration of war. His Philip III punching bag had been worn to bits, and it no longer remained - a wry smirk appeared on his cracked lips, knowing he could get a piece of the real thing. A deafening screech could be heard from the village of Lallybroch. "LE'S FOOKIN' GOOOOOOO!"

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"Finish what we started Ulfric, end tha' long war once ah'n for all. Break them tae such ah' degree they will n'aer forget. Perhaps t'en, finalleh. Ah're folk will have peace." Remarks Jorvin Starbreaker.

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"Here we go again..." An old brigand reached for a dirtied yellow bandana.

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Sir Mohammad Hassan slowly rolls his prayer-mattress in complete silence, and begins to saunter out of the Musjid. 

 

He turned to face his comrade that waited outside, and then muttered a few words. “I fight for Allah, even if it’s for the losing side. I respect the honour of all, as that was decreed by the Prophet. That includes dwarves.” 

 

The orenian prayed his Sunnat, hoping for both sides to avoid unnecessary conflict, and to make good friends from both sides. 

 

[ @EXCITED]

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High Prophet Norli stood beneath the arch of the Temple of Kal'Darakaan, giving his final blessings to the marching throng of Urguan. The Grand Legion of Dungrimm, Ferrymen, Rustlers, Flievers- and countless other notable vassals held their banners high together. As he gazed upon the impending doom of Oren setting out northbound to the fragile palisade of Southbridge, he felt proud of his friend Ulfric would be the one to avenge the Iron Accord.

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"And so it begins..." remarked one Haeseni soldier, who happened to bear a grin.

 

 

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"Well then" Fiodor Cardinal Allobrogum said to himself, "So much for Philip III and total victory over the Dwarves" He sighed after a moment of thought thereafter, conflicted with the thoughts in his head, whilst happy Oren was finally reaping that which it sowed, he was greatly troubled by the thought of Canonists fighting Canonists. He went to pray.

 

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"Maybe they'll pull a Haelun'or and pretend the war isn't happening." said Walton.

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"Krusae Zwy Kongzem." Huffed August Barclay at the news, grazing a solemn finger upon his single-edged sabre with an idle grin.

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"There will be no quarter given to these Imperial fools. May the best man win." Emiel said, rising from subsequent prayer and picking up his sharpened longsword in preparation for war against the wig-wearing clowns of Oren.

 

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Haskir leans back after peering over all of the heraldic symbols. "That's the Iron Accord. Wonder what happened to that 'honor war'."

 

He then shrugs, "Oh well, they're fucked!"

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17 minutes ago, Werew0lf said:

Sir Mohammad Hassan slowly rolls his prayer-mattress in complete silence, and begins to saunter out of the Musjid. 

 

He turned to face his comrade that waited outside, and then muttered a few words. “I fight for Allah, even if it’s for the losing side. I respect the honour of all, as that was decreed by the Prophet. That includes dwarves.” 

 

The orenian prayed his Sunnat, hoping for both sides to avoid unnecessary conflict, and to make good friends from both sides. 

 

[ @EXCITED]

 

"St. Beboon protect us," remarked Cato Perea, signing the Lorraine with his hand, a'fore he joined Sir Mohammad Hassan on the field.

 

After all, they were followers of the Emperor.

 

His tuba sat in his room, rusty, unused, unpolished.

 

The time of music and tuba playing was over.

 

Now, it was time for war.

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"Bastards and their pissing contests- Ugh, so much for my expansion into Haense." she rolled up her map of the Haenseni capital, throwing it in the fire before she departed her office to go blame her husband for this.

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