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A Show of Mercy


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As Musaaid sat upon his throne he would grasp the parchment in his hands. His eyes, the shades of hold that they were, would shimmer brightly as a look of joy engulfed his face.

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Dakath Ipos holds his blades. Awaiting a response. 

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Ellathor Vanari received the missive, withdrawing back in his home to read this. 
 

Upon finishing reading it, in his chair, the Vanari raised his index finger to his forehead, many thoughts waved in his mind, ideas too, but one was above all that made him think it out loud.

"I wonder if that silvery delegation ever talked with you, Rex."

 

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The 'Fresh' Prince Kosher Daesmon would read the missive, turning to his long time ally and close llir, High Prince Vytrek Tundrak with a keen eye. "Most interesting ey?"

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4 minutes ago, DrunkPapaBear said:

Your sun wells have been obliterated and your people cower in fear.

 

Viridian gaze peers through darkened helm, narrowing at the phrase. "Strange. Only the Azdrazi, the betrayer, and a select few of the Spire should know of their destruction. Seems their ties to the Drakaar are more defined than we first thought." A hand hovers over a slip of paper, pen grasped tightly. "I wonder...."

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Fal'leon crumples the missive, rolling his eyes. "Ay, we mean no 'arm, bu' also all o' ye mus' follow our religion an' if ye dunnae then we'll kill ye. Sounds so ideal."

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Sigurd, the only human Shaman would read the missive made by his close friend and teach "Mi brudda ahm azh uv mercee, wow!" he would grin reading the demands over again

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3 minutes ago, Periphonics said:

Fal'leon crumples the missive, rolling his eyes. "Ay, we mean no 'arm, bu' also all o' ye mus' follow our religion an' if ye dunnae then we'll kill ye. Sounds so ideal."

 

13 minutes ago, DrunkPapaBear said:

IX. The people of Elysium will have the freedom to continue worshipping their deities, such as Kanon, spirit of worship, for Cannonism.

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15 minutes ago, Beelzemier said:

 

Viridian gaze peers through darkened helm, narrowing at the phrase. "Strange. Only the Azdrazi, the betrayer, and a select few of the Spire should know of their destruction. Seems their ties to the Drakaar are more defined than we first thought." A hand hovers over a slip of paper, pen grasped tightly. "I wonder...."

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Hey gamer I’d probably remove this, it’s a bit meta yanno? Feel free to contact me on disc vis Qizu#0001

 

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11 minutes ago, Periphonics said:

Fal'leon crumples the missive, rolling his eyes. "Ay, we mean no 'arm, bu' also all o' ye mus' follow our religion an' if ye dunnae then we'll kill ye. Sounds so ideal."

Grohnst the Olog belches out "Iz ukii..... GrohNzt kan NUBZ reed du!". He'd go back to staring at the strange lines on the paper before wandering off with his lumbering gait, bits of silt kicked up into the air as he heads back home.

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A laughter came from a bedroom in the Hyspian home, Frisket seemed to find this most expecting, and extremely intriguing as she wheeled her way over to the glass chest play set as she moved her  Uruk like piece forward, and placing all the ruby colored pieces near  4 of the transparent ones in a surrounding formation, protecting the queen. A hum from Frisket came from her old lips

 

 

"whats your move now Lady De Astra.....show me what you have in store" 

 

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A Lady of Silver would have a clockwork critter pin a small scrap of parchment to the underside of the proposed treaty, a sentence scribed in jagged and unkempt script.

 

"Four ingots of Thanhic Steel to the one who fetches the old Duke!" 

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18 minutes ago, Valannor said:

"Four ingots of Thanhic Steel to the one who fetches the old Duke!" 

 

The Horned Shaman had his own leisurely walks, not so long one of his stone like scouts described the treaty and subtle offer enlisted. Though upon hearing it was on a single sentence added to the apparent claim. There was a confused look when it said addition to it. "Hrm...as tempting as is, this seems ah bit vague? Least could o said dead er alive er make it official, but ne doubt the latter.... needs some investigatin"The Eternally neutral shaman had said, Skeptical of such but a smirk did linger. "Speaking of the old Duke...Its been far too long for our promised duel. Ah well, Maybe before any conflict.. But good luck to either side for war never changes." The shaman chuckled to the stone companion, in almost amusement mixed in with minor curiosity to the demands as a whole, before continuing the walk to the swampy jungle with a simple chuckle, a spectacle to indeed watch or judge.

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A 'ker would fold his arms over his chest as he clicked his tongue. The man muttered to himself, "Not as bad as it could be.."

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