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The Lord Marshal of the BSK strokes his chin. Once a General of the Imperial Legion, Hieran Melphestaus contemplates the impending war.

"One thing is certain - this is not their war. Nor Elysiums. The side with those who pillaged them?"

He takes decade old missives and flicks around the pages.

"I have been on the wrong side once before. Let us hope no more make that mistake."

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Lord Daesmon prepared to Parlay with his new bestie, the King of Haense.

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Gror Ireheart doesnt read the missive but decides to publish his opinion regardless.

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Levian'Tol Grandaxe cracks his aging knuckles before crying out in pain. "Ah... 'Ah've done t'at too much."

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Matyas Baruch, Aulic Envoy to Haense polished a blade that had not met flesh since the closing days of the Sinner's War.

 

"We have work tae do once more, auld friend. Dom, keep it as sharp as the quills. There's a smithy just 'round the corner." He demanded, handing the weapon off to his Colborn ward.

 

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Eugen Barclay would read through the missive as he let out a quiet chuckle, putting down his ciagrette before he spoke as he looked up to his armour, "Krusae Zwy Kongzem.." The Barclay would murmur as he began to prepare his armour!

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8 minutes ago, mkLouis said:

Prince Nikolas escorted by a Knight, dragged his brother Georg @gusanoarentonio to the Haeseni docks after a lesson with one of his many tutors - this time, they taught him about the current war. 

 

He muttered then as he pointed across the water, "Those enemies on the other side of the sea. . . if we kill them all. . . does that mean. . . we'll be free?"

 

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Far away, a memory reflected on his own lessons.

 

I realise now. We're the same.

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Within the innermost sanctum of the Temple of the World Maker, the Rhun Prophet pondered current events. He had danced with the danger of open global war during his own reign, and had learned to hate the disruption and chaos heralded by war. Now his Grand King and the coalition had thumped their fist on the delicate design of Yemekar, and would seek to hold it firmly in place by pure strength. If they won, they would humble the Kingdom of Oren and enemies of the coalition. If they lost, the humbling of the heavens would be far worse than that of mortal men.

 

It was not a gambit he would make, but the die were cast and soon the world would see. He quoted an old human epic with a solemn expression; "Alea iacta est."

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5 minutes ago, mkLouis said:

Prince Nikolas escorted by a Knight, dragged his brother Georg @gusanoarentonio to the Haeseni docks after a lesson with one of his many tutors - this time, they taught him about the current war. 

 

He muttered then as he pointed across the water, "Those enemies on the other side of the sea. . . if we kill them all. . . does that mean. . . we'll be free?"

 

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Prince Georg, the eldest brother, so fortunate to have been dragged along to the beach, gazed deep into the waters that softly crashed against his legs. Noticing a seashall washed along by the tide, he knelt down and reached to pick it up.

 

Nikolas gathered his attention, and he turned to look at him. Perhaps their world views differed some.

 

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Zoya vas Ruthern remembered a time when Oren berated her kingdom for raising steel with a non-human, non-canonist coalition. “O’ how the tables have turned,” she remarked smugly, to no one in particular. 

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Margrait Ruthern read the document with glee to her nation's position, where she then glanced toward the halls where her many children and bastards slept. "It is near time the children all became cadets, the Orenians would wet themselves at the sight of our child soldiers," she remarked to the Duke of Vidaus. @indiana105

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Ser Reinhardt looks to his fellow knight, Ser Walton @ReveredOwl “Are you ready mein friend? Make sure the rest of the knights are strapped at all times”

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Leopold Morovar would finish equipping his newly forged armor for the very first time before being handed a missive. "Hmmm." The man would murmur to himself as he read it thoroughly. "I did nae expect to use this armor so soon." He'd say with a chuckle. I must thank Ser Grigori Vyronov for his hasty work as he has finished it just in time."

 

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Adelajda vas Ruthern would be fast asleep while the announcement was made, though her dreams consisted of pink cloaks dancing through the battlefield. 

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