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"I can't wait to ordain the Silver Lubba and his bride!" Ruina cackles, snorting a line of wizard powder and adjusting her poorly-made tuxedo, which had mustard stains on it.

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"Cycle?" An elf too old for his age asked himself in quiet remembrance. "Does this fit in?" His questions became louder then, the sanity that had been growing in his mind spilling into his words and actions as he lifted his voice and his gaze to the sky, shouting at whatever might be among those stars above. "DO YOU FEAR IT?" The words echoed through that empty place where he stood, far from civilization again, though sometimes he visited. There were no answers in these cries of this madman, not on this day.

 

Though unlikely, perhaps this change would bring the answers.

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A feller was absolutely DANCIN' somewhere on the coast of the Silver State, the smell of burnt flesh from an out of control voidal mage, hints of minty frost that he couldn't actually smell, and finally The Ploy was underway...

 

Seabreeze, Biggie Breeze, Pirate Breeze, Owynist Breezer, Banana Brawler, Bane of the Silver State, Monkey King, Potential Bomber, Friend of Ologgs, Honey-nut Enjoyer, was ready to enact Martial Takeover...

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"Divine." Ellenore comments, having overheard a conversation detailing the contents of the announcements whilst tending to the puppy sized bees of Haelun'or.

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Alia Tartarus is awoken from her slumber by one Usamea An'Asul trusting a missive upon her before moving on. After taking the time to read it "Progress is finally going forwards. Its about time I guess Usamea's must of finally put her foot down"

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A Malaurir looks at the note and is disappointed that he and a few other Malauriran can't perform a surprise coup against the Sohaer anymore.

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Evo'lur Tartarus reading the missive he sighs deeply looking ahead of him. "I wonder what will happen now with the progress of the state, will it floish or wilt."

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Andrillian sits in the tavern of the Silver State, reading over the missive with a subtle hum. Taking a sip from his cup of water every now and then before commenting to himself. "Trial for treason, fun. Entertainment at least." 

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Minuvas would bob his foot down while sipping tea, reading the missive in his quarters. He would set it down, looking at the vast forest before him, thinking of the conflict on the horizon "How curious..." He would remark, before setting his quill to parchment. 

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Sarah sat within her house, her mind clouded with thought. An exhalation of smoke breaks from her lips, staring up at the sky. "I wonder what the future will hold..."

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A middle-aged elfess is roused from her peaceful sleep on top of a pile of books by her loyal house aide gently shoving a copy of the missive against her face. Drowsy and with some remnants of inked words on her cheek, the elfess looks over the parchment.

 

"You surely mustn't wake me for such drivel. ", she calls after her aide, "This happens at least once every decade!"

 

She grumbles nonsensically to herself before standing and storing the missive in a folder with many others.

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Álfer, like the absolute Chad of an elf she is has no clue what is going on in Haelun'or, cause she is on vacation in Norland in some cabin in the southern regions where an ocean stream keeps the place warm, like the gulf stream... Sadly the weather is also trash so it snows all the time, and therefore Álfer sat inside the hut with a book and quietly read in peace "hmm, very interesting." the book was very interesting. 

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A High Elf crosses his arms with a raised brow as he reads the current going ons. He lets out a gentle sigh. “They still won’t stop.. We shall see what is to come. Progress and Health, I hope.”

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*Readies her blade, having sharpened her axe scythe. Impurity and weakness had to be purged by bloodletting. Awaiting the command to slay in the name of what the silver state stood for and be rid of the filthy taint that threatened it. Having donned her armor and taking on her number. Nineteen would befit the punishment. Nineteen minutes till silence took their minds and the darkness the sight. Every moment torture to be had to make an example of weakness*

 

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Reading the missive, the elf nods to herself, her hair falling over her face as she does so. "Mmh, heya ento for Haelun'or?" 

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