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Costantia, daughter of the Grand Duke, beamed as she applauded her hands excitedly, "How lovely! All the new friends!"

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Jarad Munnel would put pen to the treaty he drafted with a smile "To a brighter Future!"

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Magister of Balian, Ledicort Vuiller would grin after watching all the leader sign the document in front of him "Today we have forged a wonderful many alliances and allowed for the south's future to do well"

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The Principle Keyholder let out a gruff hum as the papers were signed, and the dealings of land and faith and mortal man were finally finished. "About time an agreement was reached between us southern powers. Now we can all focus on the truly important things. The Future, and the betterment of our lives and coffers."

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May the South be united in friendship "Reig Llewelyn declared"

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A woman stood within the crowds of the summit, her singular hue keeping an eye upon her kin. Her lips couldn't help but curl into a faint smile at each signature being added to the list, tapping her fingertips against the hilt of her blade in an idle stance.

 

"Moi hope vhe alliances will stay in good shape thrroughout vhe years, and crreate many frriendships." 

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Tylos II sat back at home in the monastery nearest to Karosgrad, content all was solved peacefully.

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"Rest easy, for you shan't be disturbed, Holy Queen," spoke Calliope Renata in the direction of the final resting place of Queen Johanna, her illustrious aunt. Though the Maiden still trusted no pagan, she trusted the resolve of her Church and that of her stalwart allies.

 

 

 

 

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"I wanted a war where I could get money!" Bellowed Jakob Castile looking to his older brother Elric. "Where are we off to next?"

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Why Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Remains a Classic

 

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God I luv bein' a focken' Redclyfian," Peralien grinned, hammering the Jackalope banner into the dirt foundation of the Redclyfian Keep.

 

"Luv me Duk'. Luv me Cou'cil. 'Ate Hyspians. 'Ate Dwarves. Simple as, Delphi."

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"Long live Redclyf!" said Uhtred as he sat by the Lady's Lake, watching the construction of the town

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Hassan ibn Naric Zarkan gets word of the happenings in the south from his quarters within the Margraviate of Grondo, pushing himself upwards as his brows perked at the list of signatories- a list of names that his father was among. He quickly rushed off to deliver the news to Maciej that he finally had confirmation in the survival of his family, and began making plans to travel to the south and reunite with the Qalasheen people.

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Gaisorix hal'Iskraduron encountered Maciej and Stanislaw Jazloviecki on his travels to Vienne. As he peddled his wares in the city's plaza, he overheard them recollecting details from the summit. He led his horse at an easy trot over to the two Lechians and introduced himself. The exchange, curt and pleasant, gave details regarding the pact. The Cinged elder found himself delighted by the news of the events and continued on travelling city to city to sell his goods and entreat with customers and citizens alike.

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A copy of this notice blew against the skirt of a Qalasheen woman, struggling to right her tent post amidst the relentless desert winds. It had been born there by those same winds, across the dunes, a loose piece of paper tumbling over the sand. Fatimah knelt to retrieve the notice once her tent was set upright, prepared for the evening's chill. She read the missive under flickering orange firelight... and then, with a bitter look, allowed the missive's lettering to mingle with the fire, allowed the words' dark ink to glow vibrant orange with flames, allowed the parchment to burn until all that remained was ash that floated amidst grey smoke towards the darkened heavens.

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