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Lambert looks around the camp, seeing different Sons scattered. "LET'S MAKE HISTORY, BOYS, and girls!"

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Ledicort Vuiller would look to from the stained glass panes of his office before nodding as he puts on his personal armour “I haven’t fought in years, perhaps it is time to now” he murmurs with a plain face as he strokes his beard

 

Dark Darkwood would raise the banners on his castle as he would shout to his family and any company men in the Renduzzo “TO WAR WE GO LADS. THE CASTEL MUST BE READY TO DEFEND AGAINST THE AAUNIC!” Upon raising the highest banner, the Balian one of course, he would grin into the desert “‘ate Aaun” he would mutter mimicking the men who once burned down his home.

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"Who couldve seen this coming?" Loran mutters while reading through the missive. "Rally the men, Donny. Its time to pay the Ruined King a visit."

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King John of Balian stands in his newly built palace, his hand gripped around his scepter as he summoned his war council, "There shall be no more delay, now is the time for action."

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Sofya von Draco thrust her blade into the air. "On me!" She cried out to the valiant soldiers of Mardale. With the Draco matriarch at the vanguard, a line of armor-clad men emerged from the gates, marching to war.

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Ser Brandt Berhal, Knight Paramount of Petra, sounds the horn to rally the Three Circles of Petrine to the cause.

 

"Let the Aaunites feel the wrath of what they wrought upon Acre."

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Ser Flemius strapped up his armor and checked his weapons once more, humming softly to himself. "One last war?" He'd say to the mirror, sure that this would be his last... "Once more over the border into the south."

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"Didn't expect this coming" the old Draco chuckles, waving his cane around like its a sword.

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Ser Emir of Abbassia, the Petran Knight would grimace at the knews as he started to nervously sweat while he relaxed his head back. Clearly he didn’t feel well at all, as he knew exactly who he would face on the opposite side of the frontlines “Louis, I hope you and your family will be safe… If there’s any miracle, I hope we do not face each other anytime soon.” Emir then folded the missive as he got up to prepare medical equipment and to train medics for the war as he instructed them and told them what he heard as he was young child once. “Remember to be kind, compassionate, and caring. Even to the enemy… unless they start to cause issues, then you can kick their ass. Now, all your trainings will be specialized in battlefield wounds.”
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Wolfgang de Vilain prepared for battle to help out his allies in any way that he could, wondering if Aaun will walk out of peace talks yet again. He gathered his materials, and extra items, making his way to help out the effort in Haense.

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A young footman of the patrol heard his commanders shout. He immediately went to work, sharpening his blade and polishing his armor, readying himself for his first real fight.

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“For an omelet to be made, one must crack some eggs,” uttered the Commonwealth’s archduchess, who sat in the event hall preparing to announce her nation’s next steps.

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The Patriot stood ready to defeat a False King once more and to avenge his broken oath.

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