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Ar-Tarok laughs at the voices of the Orenians he hear as they hid in their gatehouse like rats ‘’Ah da Orenianz, det nevah change duh dey’’. At some point, he even seems to hear the soul of the Orenians crying about the numbers their enemies had rallied, maybe that was a new connection to the spirits ? Who knows ? Probably the sky gods that made him feel sick from the fight and wanting to go back to orcish lands.

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Rævna sat at Eastfleet, utterly puzzled as to what otherworldly power had prevented her from going to Providence.

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"I am in your walls...and on them too!" remarked Elsil'Ceru, grinning amusedly as she recalled the countless Orenians she had shot from their own battlements.

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Andrik Jan Baruch would hear of the victory from an ayrian domestic, who doubled as his lover. he'd reply to her as they laid in bed, talking about current events and other happenings, or rather Andrik was talking and she was listening as was the usual routine, "The wiggies are out o' their element, they ne'er stood a chance. Easy win. Simple as."

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Billy walked around, sweeping the streets of Almaris until he walked into a wall, he turned around and walked into another wall, he looked around, he was surrouned by walls, it turned out that Billy was in fact, actually trapped in the walls "D...does anyone want to buy bread?" Billy said, his voice echoing in the cavernous hollow walls.

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Peter Augustus Kaphro would take the blade out of the coward Dwarf’s chest as he fell to the ground. He took out a cloth as he wiped away the blood as he looked at the retreating foes. “Nearly five hundred of your kind dead on the roads away from Oren — You all must truly be a special level of daft. I should hope you continue to sing such foolish claims to your people, and continue to call them victories — so that one day your own wake up to how foolish you all may be.” He would move to toss the body into the river as he continued along side comrades to hunt the remainder of them for sport. 

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Gror Ireheart smiles and feels good

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16 minutes ago, Da_Emperors said:

Peter Augustus Kaphro would take the blade out of the coward Dwarf’s chest as he fell to the ground. He took out a cloth as he wiped away the blood as he looked at the retreating foes. “Nearly five hundred of your kind dead on the roads away from Oren — You all must truly be a special level of daft. I should hope you continue to sing such foolish claims to your people, and continue to call them victories — so that one day your own wake up to how foolish you all may be.” He would move to toss the body into the river as he continued along side comrades to hunt the remainder of them for sport. 

Atandt would be sipping on his margarita on the Dwedsmark, "Even though I wasn't there, thats FAKE NEWS."

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Empress Anastasia smacks away a fly with the rolled up missive - then tossing it away in the fire. “So, Your Imperial Excellency, how has your day been?” She inquired of the Archchancellor while reaching for her cigar.@Taketheshot

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5 minutes ago, Eryane said:

Empress Anastasia smacks away a fly with the rolled up missive - then tossing it away in the fire. “So, Your Imperial Excellency, how has your day been?” She inquired of the Archchancellor while reaching for her cigar.@Taketheshot

The Archchancellor shrugged lightly taking a puff of his cigarette as his eyes turned away from the Empress to the walls. "Oh, fine Your Imperial Majesty, I just wonder if the tripartite are as good at fighting as they are at making up stories...." He mused with a light smile tossing his own copy into the flames. 

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Luthriel was silently staring, ooking at the Urguan Oren border from the Orenian side of the river.  "To capture a king is a much nobler thing than to laugh at a peasant boy's death."

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Iris would be busy in her burrow, preparing various baked goods for the accords soldiers in the coming battle, "Can' figh' teh wigs on ah emp'eh s'omach." she hums as she places some cinnamon rolls on a tray to cool.

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13 hours ago, Da_Emperors said:

Peter Augustus Kaphro would take the blade out of the coward Dwarf’s chest as he fell to the ground. He took out a cloth as he wiped away the blood as he looked at the retreating foes. “Nearly five hundred of your kind dead on the roads away from Oren — You all must truly be a special level of daft. I should hope you continue to sing such foolish claims to your people, and continue to call them victories — so that one day your own wake up to how foolish you all may be.” He would move to toss the body into the river as he continued along side comrades to hunt the remainder of them for sport. 

 

Grand Marshal Agnar lofts a brow at the statement. "You sure love making things up, that's Fake News."

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