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PINEMAW MURDER

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Never trust an elven woman.

 

- Sir Mohammad Hassan

 

 


 

14th of Harren’s Folly, 1853.

 

The bells tolled through the capital city of Providence as a squadron of masked men returned from their daily patrols upon the Urguanite land. In tow with them, was an astonishing sight: they rode with prized possessions- the Countess of Pinemaw herself, once more! And to complement this endeavor, they had also captured a stranded Ferryman, by the name of Jesus Pablo (allegedly).

 

In this endeavor, the Imperial squadron sought it both fair and ironic to depart the Urguanite citizenry and mercenaries with the same fate that they had once found comedic to fit themselves: a fight to the death. Both the Countess and Jesus Pablo were positioned to each side, until a great audience amassed, including both His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Empress.

 

Roars erupted from the stands as fellow citizens placed their beats. Tens, hundreds of minae were placed on Jesus Pablo - it seemed he was quite the famous contender - resulting in a grand total of 300 minae placed on Jesus Pablo, and 0 minae placed on the Countess of Pinemaw.

 

5…4….3…2…1…

The dust settled, as a fellow soldier started a countdown.

 

To the surprising avail of the crowd, it seemed that the Countess Pinemaw and renowned Jesus Pablo mutually decided to refrain from fighting, choosing instead to sit down. Screams of “COWARDS!” erupted from the stands, for the Imperial citizens were surely dissatisfied with the results. The armored soldiers sought to merely end the fate of the Countess and Ferryman themselves, at least, until an irreproachable act of dishonesty occurred!

 

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It seemed that while the Ferryman Jesus Pablo remained seated, the Countess of Pinemaw unsheathed a small knife, stabbing him repeatedly in the stomach until he bled out. Gasps roared from the stands, for this surely was a disastrous sight.

 

How could these Urguanites commit such a dishonorable act for breaking their own trust?

 

Nonetheless, it seemed the Countess Peralian had won the fight, and at the behest of Their Majesties, she was thrown from the city, from Imperial mercy. Surely, she would return to her home, knowing her to be a dishonorable woman! Truly a spawn of Iblees.

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Ser Hilal weeps, for the Countess of Pinemaw had rejected his offer of marriage. Surely, the next time he would impress her...

 

Nonetheless, he kneels in his daily prayer to Allah, praying that Jesus Pablo rests peacefully in the Seven Skies.

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Jesus Pablo looked down upon his brethren whilst they ran about Stone Tower doing their daily tasks, a grin resting upon his face as he remembered the good times he had with his amigos. “Ees no mas amigos, me’s ain’t comin’ home thees time…”

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Boundless bites she took, from the innards of some deliciously scrumptious dough - pendulous talons drafting such parchment with ease; eyes tracked like a hawk upon its contents. "I knew that critter gave off bad vibes... He seemed dark sided and daemonic!" The bitter, empath, stallion stated.

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In the far distance, atop a hill, a mother talks of pumpkin pie and legacy to her son.

“even nightmares have our honour, there lies a true monster”

with that the two disappeared over the hill crest. The laugh of a old language between the two.

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Reading the missive from atop the waves, Edward Thuri-Elendil fiddles with some rigging atop a new ship to float Cartref's waters. After outlawing a foreign bounty, deeming it forbidden fruit from his ranks, the paper brought to him a small smile. "The world's gone crazy and left us behind" he says softly, folding the paper and stowing it into a pocket. "Good" he says finally, pulling the ropes tight with a frown of pain, the blessing of his Aengul still wearing upon his mortal body.

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Ava received the missive and whilst she scanned it over. A mere unsurprised frown lingered across her gruesome features; She remained a small momentum pondering on what she thought before when she was the conflict in Pinemaw... she was right in the end.

"See. Helios? You thought those were good people."

She shown the missive upon Helios, her frown lingered then permanently( @Diogen)

"But you can see a person's true color from their fighting style. Be careful, next time you're trying to pick a side."

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Peralien sighs. "How many F*CKING times do they have to keep misspelling my name.. At this point I should just get me named changed to something else."

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