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A d'Arkent's Condemnation


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Maisie d’Arkent, sister to Peter, laughed as she found his glasses upon a snowman. 

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"A wise man, if only more could see that Phillip lll is tearing down the foundation of the Empire. He would be wise to relinquish his claim and flee Almaris forever." Sigmar Baruch said "Begone Phillip, scourge of humanity." 

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4 minutes ago, indiana105 said:

Sir Victor b'Aruk gasps as his glistening orbs flickered over the shocking missive, his wig nearly dropping from his head. "Good 'eavens.. 'aense truleh 'as nae 'onour. So much for Fidei Defensor," he said for the 10th time today, setting the missive ablaze and trudging back into the kitchen to receive his daily beating at the hands of his wife.

 

Ser Ailred Ruthern watches from the closet, mumbling almost incoherently "F-Fidei Defensor. . ."

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"Oh Godanistan!" exclaimed Walton in shock.

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Eryane Horen wipes away a bead of sweat from her forehead as she runs from Karosgrad, Haense to New Providence, Oren to deliver a package for Peter d'Arkent. She would have taken a horse, but she is far too poor to ever afford such. Unfortunately, because she got thirsty, some of the Carrion Black might be missing...

 

@itdontmatta@Gusano

 

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Alina of Susa scowled as she scanned the missive, tossing it dismissively into the water below her. “That Peter d’Arkent was always a fool; Auntie Maisie outshone him on his best days.” She commented to her personal stylist Nathaniel of Carrington, who looked wistfully to the now disintegrated parchment. “Oh, my apologies Nathaniel. Do keep rowing, dear!” Exclaimed the Baroness

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"For a moment, I was hopeful that someone else in this Empire had a sense of wit about them.  Yet it seems many still lack principal and blindly cling to power wherever its easiest for them to," Moliana lamented to herself within her laboratory atop one of Woldzmir's towers, plucking the petals from her harvest of blissfoil to drop into a mortar.  "Everyone in the capital proclaims their love and worship for God and the Church, yet are very swift to disregard its calls in this time... Hadn't I read a story of folk being blind to Iblees' influence in such a similar manner?  Only one, Saint Julia, had seen through his tricks."

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An old Imperial mage sporting a red overcoat hobbled his way down the road to Providence, exhausted from his long journey home but excited at the Prospect of seeing his family once more...

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       Even the local Haense Armiger frowns at the shit-faced letter that came out. "I don't know how to feel about this but somebody in Haense just made the rest of us look stupid with their actions here today." Abraham grimaced as he held his head, groaning at the stupidity of what's happening.

 

       "Can't we just have our Tuvmas Truce?"

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