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Felix read the missive. He put down the letter, and immediately ran to fetch his sons. 

 

They had to go bird hunting.

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Kaito would be handed the missive in the middle of the summit. The 'ame would briefly read it over before glancing up to all those in the room before him, tearing the paper in half and letting it fall to the floor with a faint grin. "What a war this shall be."

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Deadward, ever loyal to the Grave Lord Gashadokuro and Iblees, threw up a salute. "Hail iblees."

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Roui would read this missive in the hectic surroundings of the meeting. He would narrow his eyes, and sigh a frown coming across his face. He would shake his head, mumbling under his breathe.

 

"The Great Owl.. this missive.. it is all coming together.. that prophecy was true.."

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Fal'leon frowns deeply in note of the Vikelan bodies, pocketing the missive. "Seems we've our work cu' ou' fer us..."

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Harold skims over the missive, nodding slowly. "Hail Iblees and the Unholy Orenian Emperor. And by Iblees I mean Owyn, and by Unholy Orenian Emperor I mean the eternal Arch-Lector Michael Mentzer."

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"FOO-FOOD? FOOD. FOOOOD. FO-FOOD?" The chained homonculus contineud to wail in its demented, pig-like squeals.

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   A still recent creation of unnatural flesh and vile Mass stared upon the little papers which lay upon the table. The Homunculoid looked on intently with its one massive eye for longer than need be. At that moment, the disgusting Creature realized something...          It doesn't exactly know how to read yet. Too many big words.

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A mad Prophet danced around a pyre of black flame, herb bundles smouldering around her and smoke drifting high into the sky.

 

"Fools, fools, fools!"

 

The fire sparked and surged upwards, eating at the trees above. 

 

"You all are fodder! In undeath you become enemies to your friends, your family!"

 

The branches slumped and eventually broke off, feeding onto the blaze.

 

"But that is in their virtue. They're disposable, but in death they find true purpose."

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Iolas Valro's body was stolen, his peaceful rest has came to an halt. 

 

Vaen'lian Marlow is looking over the missive, he sheds a tear for his friends who's bodies have been desecrated. There's only left to hope that the necromancers fall and for justice to prevail

 

Baldrum Colborn takes matters to his own hands. Cloudbreaker will fall a second time.

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Alexander I ponders over a table- beside him are representatives of all the nations of Almaris. His Seneschal had completed a feat not seen for many long years and united all the descendants against a common foe. As the meeting came to a close, he went to his private quarters and sat quietly, thinking long and hard about the days to come. "If we are to lose- and this is to come to fruition, we will not lay down quietly." He offered, leaving then into the city and hearing the clamour of hammers nailing down wood, the toil of a blacksmith in his forge- and soldiers bustling to and fro in preparation.

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