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Kosher Daesmon would smoke ponderlot in his High Castle as the situation unfolded. “Dear Aspects, I love and hate politics. Just smite someone, would ya?”

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The barkeep, wreathed in her usual curls of lavender smoke, serves any curious patrons drinks and her conviction in both the Vale's demands and biding strength alike.

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"Waid undil dey find oud.." The orc said with a small chuckle, before returning to fishing, nodding thankfully to his friend who read him the letter.

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A pale orc would read the missive a little late. Wub dah... Sahgorim iz Rex why wud dey ask him to hand over Targoth if dey want him?

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Aerendyl smiles at the news of the proclamation from his kin in the Father Circle. It was the start of the Wild Hunts of Cernnunos, after all. "How entirely poetic." the elf-lord hums, covering his one eye with the white and silver mask of the nine-tailed fox faerie. Beneath it, he smiled at the clever games of reality. "Soiree time..." the druid lilts happily, folding into the guests at the Mother Circle.

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The olog looks on with this orc friend ( @Vegan_Comedy)  and starts laughing with him “Ztupis twiggiez BWAHAHAH!”

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