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THE FINAL GAMBIT


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11 minutes ago, GMRO said:

It is well known that the Horde under Krugmar’s leadership blatantly allowed the unholy scourge of Azdrazi worship to persist within its lands. This profanity could not be allowed to stand by the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, especially recognizing the complicity of the denizens of Haelun’or lurking so near to the realms of man. They possessed full knowledge of the taint which permeated the Iron Uzg and their union as the Horde by extension. It was only when the Northern Almaris Treaty Organisation formed and prepared to subdue the Haelun’orian taint that the Horde cowered behind the Kingdom of Oren, seduced by the prospect of expansionism, that prospects of another bloody war reared. 

 

Noting the obvious lies, the elven hoplite clears his throat

 

"And yet, did the Unlearned writer of this missive, whoever that valah is, is clearly ignorant of the true state of the world. In their outward aggression, they are keen to forget that it is not Haelun'or who has taken in the Azdrazi and made them their home, for in the expulsion of The Impure Sorority, and their cursed ways, also the serpents have been driven from our isles. They not reside there, in the land most impure.

 

There is no Taint in Haelun'or, you drive your ships at the behest of Craven Dwarf Lords, Bakir "Girly Voiced" Ireheart does not wish to clear the world of draconic taint, but merely secure his own name in history, so he does not fade from memory like those before him. His greed brings him to our island, and his greed will lead to your shattering."

 

The elven hoplite continued

 

"If your diplomats were not so incompetent as to receive the MANY envoys sent by Haelun'or, you would have been privy to the active war waged by her colonies against the serpent menace. Though, instead, you serve as tools of the Deceiver, seeking to face the only True and Pure, Dragon-free civilization on this world. Many times have we fought to keep the dragons from harassing our shores, and even Bortu had aided us. I wonder why it is, that Haensetia, the land of so much backdoor politic, would not dare raise arms when called upon to fight DRAGONS and instead, fight the only Citystate that they are not present in! Perhaps, a bloodtest will prove the source of your intent... For you can tell a dragon by it."

 

"Long before the rise of your people, Haelun'or had been a great civilization, and long after your towers crumble to dust, it will maintain"

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Rudolf Vyronov was by no means destined for greatness, but he looked forward to the forthcoming conclusion of the conflict and the important role of cannon-fodder that he will play out; for Koeng and Kongzem

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Elia screams profusely in disdain that she had to go into combat with her dear Orenian friends.

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Elbert is ready to support his to-be Orenian wife! Down with the Haensers!

Lhoris smiles at the chance to slaughter innocent Elysiumians

 

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A Haelunorian high elf wonders what Azdrazi they are talking about

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2 minutes ago, Gemini said:

A Haelunorian high elf wonders what Azdrazi they are talking about

Nehtamo Aldin also wonders what Azdrazi they're talking about. "They...they realize there are Azdrazi in Oren and Haense but not Haelun'or....right?"

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Countess Ludovar smiles in determination at the sight of the King-published missive, her hand clenching into a fist. "The Orenians didn't learn after last time."

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Aloisa winced at the page, disgust filling her features. “I’m tired of all these second chances. Oren should be destroyed for good.” she informs her husband after having one too many glasses of wine.

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Esmèe Gabrielle Kortrevich was a jeweler, not a fighter. However that changed today. The Viscountess-regent was busy making swords in her family forge for her kingdom, her righteous home. It's the one place where they accepted her with open arms.

"♪ Down with the Orenians, their blood must be spilled, down with the Orenians! ♪" Ada Natalya Colborn sang as she cleaned her family's tavern in Haense. Perhaps this is the start of a new song.

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Lady Marcella Ludovar, only seven years in age, helped her dear friend Guile Serdio with the creation of arrows in his forge. She'd smile the sun's smile, happy to have found something she's beginning to excel at as she'd lift her most recent work with pride. "E-ea did et, Firr Guile!"  @Jenkins0311

 

Lady Johanne Vuiller oversaw the workers, ensuring leather and food will be in abundance and sending those out on trips to the mine. With her first thirteen years of life having been filled with war, she's all too aware of what may be needed. Order forms are sent out, ordering in potions, medical supplies and otherwise.

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Arik Vanir makes his obligatory opinion known to the wide world. He smiles the sun's smile, slaps his belleh, makes a crude joke about tusks up Frederick's ass, etcetera etcetera. 

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Marius Audemar would gaze off into the boundless skyline, speaking to his brother; "Vy hear the war songs playing in the sunshine, borsa?" He asked before his gaze trailed to that of his sword and shield, passed off from knights of yore. "I believe that we will win..."

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Iulius Erik Vernhart-Vuiller stood, his eyes peering to something handing on the wall. He twisted, his back cracking with a loud pop before doing the same with the other side. His hands didn’t quake like they had before, he knew what was to be done. He marched, the thumbs of his feet an echo to the upcoming drums of war. It was in this moment he took hold of his trusty sword, gripping it firmly in his hands, and swung it a couple times in practice. “Off we go to war. Onwards and upwards.”

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Looking around his abode and remembering all that he left to come to Almaris, Guile sighed heavily. To him, all Almaris were his kin since he had none to speak of. Orcs, Elves, Humans, Dwarves.... Nobles and Common alike had taken him in. To Guile, this was another civil war seemed destined to endure again. Cleaning his home and writing a few letters to close friends, Guile closed the door to his home for the last time and headed to Eastfleet.

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