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"Ha- They fear us so much that they must beckon to mother Balian and daddy Haense for help!" Martijn said to his bretheren in the Prince's Anchor Pub, breaking into a taunting cackle!

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"One people against the world, nice." Ser Darius remarked as he prepared to die in what seemed to be another looming continental war.

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Adam Randell could be seen working on his swordsmanship when a guard worriedly handed in a missive. "Corporal Adam, what does this mean?" asked the illiterate guardsmen and Adam reading the missive and sighing. "The Duke has now been condomned by our nations. Fret not private, if we have to fight we will but by Gott's name will out great leaders such as Lord Commander Arkent and his Majesty, have us well armed and well trained should the situation arise!" smiles "Be at ease lad! And man those walls! Can't be letting bandits into the city, now can we?"

 

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A proud Canonist signs the Lorraine as he prepares to combat the supporters of the Adrian Anathema Duke. "Not entirely the Crusade I expected, but a Crusade nonetheless."

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Ludrik Katzak, Lord of Arms of the Banner of Banners smiles as he sits down and prepares some Heraldic heat.

 

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"One free city, united by a single and true cause. The people of Adria have no reason to fear a fickle alliance." A young fighter snickered within the camp. 

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Baldrum Colborn would stretch his hands as he looks over his sword "This bunch of Heretic followers will be dealt with."

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Laetitia gave a stern nod of approval upon reading the missive. "They may say we are scared; but we are merely showing our piety, our strength, and our willingness to defend our allies against treachery." The woman remarked to herself as she returned to her duties within the Morrivi Courts, per usual.

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Borris Iver Kortrevich grins because he sees potential for much poetry in the wake of war.

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“The Duke of dogs finds himself cornered.” Waclaw Jazloviecki smiles as news of the alliances reaches Warsovia. 

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At her fathers side, Princess Elena would peer over the King’s shoulder, impatiently waiting for him to finally put down his quill. “I do hope this conflict comes to a swift end. . .” The Princess Royal spoke softly, watching the monarch officially sign the document. (@Shmeepicus)

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Lord Commander Arkent looked over the missive, frowning at the implications. But nonetheless he prayed for peace. Having hoped that he would spend the rest of his years in peace. Mayhap if cooler heads prevailed Humanity will be spared.

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Sir Guillermo Rutledge would put pen to paper to record his thoughts on this day. He may expand this in a future paper for the Royal Balianese Academy. 

 

It is with great reluctance I will turn my sword upon the heartlands. Balian and Haense will answer the call of our fellow Canonists to protect against this neo-Renatian cult masquerading as my homeland. My family is of Adrian stock and it saddens me to see the great deception of the Pertanaxi Promise. All that awaits the eventual subjects of Pertanaxi Princes is blood and fire. Ves felt that twice. Once at it's sacking and in the intestines of the hellhole of Helena. The blood and potash eventually fed the longest reign Canondom has in the records. The issues with the Pertanaxi fire is it eventually runs out of fuel and will consume itself. The may win a battle, a war, or a crown but will eventually fall to their own flame. Those who plot against their liege time and time again eventually face that from their own vassals. 

 

We will once again look into the flames of the heartlands. Will we be consumed or be its master?

 

With that, Guillermo would roll his scroll up and set it away in a drawer of his desk at the Academy. 

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