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BEATING A DEAD HORSE


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Ser Reinhardt smiles at his new found allies

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"Makes up for their previous act, I remember the last time this gathering came together and it did not go well for the enemy. Remarked Ser Walton.

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Isa nodded as he took a sip of his tea, looking at his ancestor's Gunner armour, he wondered what stories would be forged from the conflicts to come.

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Zoya vas Ruthern polished her trusty pink armour, tossing her husband a zealous grin.

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Analiesa Josefina mimicked her father, smiling (you could even say, the suns smile.)

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One of the teal-clad men seemed angry. "Ah 'ad fun causin' a ruckus in te Orenian tavern. Fock."

 

Alexandros Casimir stared at the missive with a confused face. "They're the teal-bandana folks, yeah?" He asked, both young and ignorant.

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"And that's how the ferry floats," says Matyas Ludovar.

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Ember gives a nid of approval, new allies are always welcomed to kill lizard people.

 

Nicole read the missive. The old Imperial captain sang a small tune witha. Soft tone

 

"Yo-ho, yo ho, the ferry sails again"

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“This makes no sense, people who hate ferrymen suddenly put past all the crimes we used to do when we received death threats” - Jesus

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Sigrun Ireheart grumbled in not getting to shotcall once more.

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Nehtamo Aldin reads over the missive with an emotionless gaze. His thoughts go back to the tavern, of the talks of war. Then to his conversation with Lunxeuri. "Strange." He'd muse. "How can Ferrymen pretend to fight Azdrazi?" 

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“Sweet.” Grace comments as she rocks back in Argus’s cool empty office chair in The Cyrennica

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Bakir Ireheart strokes his beard chuckling as he realizes the hopes of Oren successfully standing against the NATO alliance has become an impossible task for the feeble King of Oren.

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2 hours ago, Masouri said:

“When the Orcs kiss Frederick’s behind, where do the tusks go?” - The Ferryman

 

       Grigoryi reads over the quote, before coughing on his water at the question. "Godan- nie wonder Frederick hangs out with ve orcs so often."

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