THE ACREAN DOCTRINE, 1883

[_Jandy_ 3519]

A halfling of Acre does a positively sublime kickflip off of a muddy shovel that he had used to help move some fertilizer.

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[souleater007 858]

It was with perplextion that the Behemoth of Acre regarded the writings of the Oren Leadership. Since the last attempt to ambush the machine in Vienne, it had made the logical decision to avoid the grounds, nevermind a direct order from Administrator. This has since been the only actual dialog it had recieved or seen from 'The Other Side'.

 

Thus, it was met with. . . What could be compared to skeptisim. The Behemoth concluded that there was a fundemental lack of understanding, based on previously garnered context and the internal logic of both the local Acreians, and Administrator.

 

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[rukio 8924]

"The only thing tearing down Acre's walls is the weight of all of the dead Orenians who keep trying to aggress them.." Nehtamo would muse idly to Nememne. A long pause as the duo trimmed herbs, prepared potions. "What good is an Orenian's word, after all, when they promised to protect Haelun'or and yet gave it away to Haense in the end? It is as Earendel said at the peace treaty meeting. The empire fell upon their knees and begged and begged for peace with the dwarves. There can be no peace. Not with Oren. Not after what they did to Haelun'or." And so the 'Aheral continued his work and prepared for war.@TheIchorDruid 

[Petsch2k 1851]

[!] It was a beautiful sunny day in the lands of Minitz. Petsch von Minitz was making his usual rounds around Mardon before seeing another seemingly important looking paper stack nailed to the notice board.

 

As he took the paper he started to try to sound out the title - he has been taking lessons at the local church. "Tha Acrn Doct-" he furrowed his brows before shaking his head. He understood that this was another fancy paper post from those nobles fighting this civil war. He folded it up and tucked it away into a pocket in his uniform, he thought he might as well bring this to the next moot and give it to the Chieftain or Lord to read out loud for the men to hear. Petsch looked around eyeing the area before continuing his patrol.