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"Two times has Karosgrad been raided, two times has it stood tall, not a single enemy entering." Johann Barclay mused to himself, watching the Orenians rout to the Ferrymen keep.

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After the battle, Kane Redfist grinned as he saw the Orenians that were left running towards their keep. "Teh victoreh's ours lads! But weh still got a lot to wigs to pull off!" he declared before going to check on the injured soldiers.

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Kronk would be enjoying himself at a wedding as he thought about the battle. "Ayeh, let's fookin' 'aveh em." He chuckled.

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"Huh. They just ran away?" Liam of Blackvale asks, drenched in the blood of foes both short and tall.

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Amicia Ludovar would clasp her hands together, happy that her family made it out alive and well. As she reunites with her father and sister, she can't help but shed a tear as her heart is filled with pride for her family and kingdom.

 

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Father Klaus perks a brow at the style of writing used for the final word 'VICTORY' "What ein silly form of handwriting!"

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"The Tripartite Forces lost more men, they ran back into the walled city, and hold no advantage or threat to the Empire. It is but foolish they believe they were capable of winning this battle regardless of them outnumbering our own in this Battle." Peter would reply to the false missive as he continued back towards his game of chess.

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Johann Ludovar smiled, sighing in relief as he hugged his daughters. He hated fighting, But he would fight the world for them. The Orenians can say whatever they want, he knows they chased away the cowatd Orenians who did not manage to step a foot into the city, outnumbered and outplanned, even though they were the ones attacking.

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"Nice try - use more cannon fodder next time!" Anna loured at the Haeseni, returning to the preparation of her armor set.

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Ser Flemius rode down the road upon his steed, hacking at routing Orenians! Afterwards, he remained content, having pushed back those who would try to threathen his home!

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Zodd looks over the sizeable amount of wargear he captured from the Orenians, Ferrymen and Blackvale Soldiers. He scratches his chin, taking a swig of spiced rum. "Yep, i saw it form afar. Tin armor and glorified butterknives. No wonder we drove those dogs back."

 

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"Grigori is making of the thinking that Oren is being of the having of the making of the being of the doing of their besting." He says giving a friendly smile "It is making of the being of the too that is being of the bad that they are making of the having of the being of the good that is being of the not good enough."

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