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Emiel de Flieve applauds his sword-brothers, the Ferrymen - for this gargantuan dub.

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Azhar Khan recalls riding his mount into battle, his axe raised as he cleaved through the flank of foes, allowing for swift escapade and much tactical prowess at the behest of his companions. His lungs quaked as the voice of the farfolk resounded within the fief of the Holy Oren. "Hoooggg Ridddaaaahh. . !" he barked to the skies, as the almighty creature he rode battered and bruised the denizens that seized the merry-band of the Ferrymen.

 

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The day had ended; another victory for the assortment of warriors who donned green-hues. He muttered something then, and had thoughts of his brother, Mohammad - an orenian Knight of much renown. "Astaghfirullah. . ." he croaked, departing to the Stone Tower as he deposited the vast riches and heirlooms acquired from the defeated troops in that uncanny, yet very remarkable skirmish that was conducted within the capital of the so called Empire.

 

He concluded then, towards Diomé [@Orlanth] and the companions who had emerged victorious. "Was there ever any doubt. . ? it is rather simple, indubitably so. . ."

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"Oh" Diomé said as he watched the gates fall, trapping the soldiers inside. "I guess we win again."

 

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Candle, a totally innocent bystander and actually a recruit of the ISA, gets murdered by the ISA in their sheer incompetence at handling brave Ferry Folk in the city of Providence prompting him to seek out a new line of work.

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Iscesi 'Snowbird' Velulaei'onn lays in his snake-skin chair, strumming at his Magic Guitar "I've said it a near million times now - when will they learn this is not their fight?!"

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An Old-Sutican Guard clapped his gloved hands twice about eleven times from the back gate as he was unable to enter with the group, almost as if he knew when the bodies hit the ground

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Thumbrindal smiled at the news comming through the capital of dwed, he'd raise his cup of Grandaxe ale and toasted among others, celebrating yet another victory over the wig-wearing imperials!

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