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"Blessed is the Will of Larihei, blessed is the Lady of Silver." Elrith the Republican said in a hushed tone. "We will drive out these malefic creatures." He brandished his sword, preparing for war.

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"This is being the correct way to be removing the Azdrazi threat." Grigori says, cleaning the ashes out of the tavern, hauling charred armor onto a cart "We can niet be forcing our allies into the arms of the Azdrazi, this is being the designs of the Long Dark, we must be offering our hand so the darkness can niet take purchase."

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Some beautiful and radical elven hoplite, who's polis has been at war with dragons for a dozen years now looks to the rear line. "Better late than never, Valah. Take the example of High-Walled Haelun'or and cast out the impure. Ay'Larihei"

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"Now this is an efficient way to tackle the issue, hm?" commented Leon Barclay with a content nod. "And then they say King Frederick is naught about this or about that. Shut your mouth..." he exclaimed, stopping himself from going om another long rant.

 

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As the missives would be nailed to every poster-board and post across the lands, Pete would gaggle with the rest of those who have to gain insight into the goings-on secondhand. He would gaze upon it and take it in, he liked the fancy text and little pictures. It made him feel proud. He would look to the reactions of those around him.

 

"I wish ah' could read." Pete would say under his breath. 

 

At this he would heave his hoe back onto his shoulder, and return to the fields of Acre.

 

There was farming to do.

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An old man sits at his desk as he reads a copy of this declaration. His tired eyes narrowing. 

 

"Well, Mi kuld nevur reelee trust dem dragon boiz. Mi nevur furgawt da atrocitieez dey komitted at Elvaneeze, altho, pretee zur deyr aur enimeez nau tuu... Nevah gurk'd Mi wulp peep da dey wen Mi wuld wurk ahlongzide Oren do..."
 

A loud breath escapes the man's lips in the form of a sigh 

 

"Mi won't evur forgiv' dem. Azh uh Cannonist, alweyz uh Cannonist." 

 

The man's gauntlet thuds against the wood of his desk, causing the jackalope banner above him to shake with the force of the impact. 

 

"Lat ztill liztenin', Emony?" 

 

He questions a goblin, who up until this point remained silent, listening to her father ramble. She pushes herself from the wall she was leaning upon ad offers the elder a nod in response to his query.

 

"Mi wuz, bhut, whi kan't lat furgiv'? Both doze eventz happund dekaydez uhgow... Mi haz met manee Orenians ang dey wur zupur nyze. Zo wub ef dey worzip uh different faythe..." 

 

The goblin speaks with sincerity, but her advice falls on deaf ears. Brawly simply shakes his head. 

 

"Lat wuld nub gurk, evun ef Mi explayn'd et tuu lat... At anee rayte, Mi will treat da Orenianz az alliez ang da Dragonkin az enimiez."    

 

  

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Ser Reinhardt smiles at the missive, he was happy his brother was taking the fight to those damn dragonkin

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Leika looked to the draft sent to the Late pontiff. Then the news ahead of her  “I believe a visit is needed.” 

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“And he did not lift a sword.” The Chancellor mused.

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A silver automaton with a GOLDEN past of Azdrazi slaying seeks to reclaim Saint Tobias' Touch through conquest and inquisition.

 

"THEY MAY RUN. BUT WHO CAN HIDE FROM THE LORD GOD, DIVINE ENGINEER OF THE WORLD?"

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