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The Ballad of Duke Heinricchio


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"A single man has set the world aflame.." The Prince mumbled to himself while seated in his lone, dark room. He wondered a moment of what he had just said before standing up and walking to reclaim his circlet and sword, "Glory to GOD, for none of us deserve it.."

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Wilheim Barclay peered downward towards the wound his left leg had sustained last Saint's day during the volleys of Velec. The pink tone of the skin surrounding it reminded the Duke of the many times he had witnessed the extremity in such a state, though each time, the same words he had spoken to the then Prince Georg those years ago rung out in his head.

 

"It is our duty."

 

 

The man continued layering himself in his armour, preparing to act it out once more. The cross he wore underneath the chainmail had never been more polished.

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"THE ARMISTICE BROKEN, OUR TERMS FULFILLED, YET CANONDOM REFUSES TO PARLAY WITH THE ANATHEMA, DEATH IS HIS PENANCE, THUS WAR MUST RESUME - NOW WITH THE FULL MIGHT OF CANONDOM. I WILL LIBERATE THE OYASHI TO REPAY THE GRIEVIOUS SLIGHT I LEVIED UPON THEIR PEOPLE, OR COMMIT SUDOKU IF FAILED TO DO SO. THIS IS THE GOFREYIST CRUSADE, GOD THE GREATEST" CHARLIE CHARLES ALSTION RAVES ALOUD WITHIN THE WAR COUNCIL OF AAUN, GESTURING WILDLY ABOUT

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Baldrum Colborn stands before his collection of weaponry "The Adrians will see what it means to turn eymr back to GUD"

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Spoiler

This is a ******* based way to announce a war claim

 

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Somewhere in the south, a young elfess tinkered away in her chambers. Clink. Tick-tick. Clink. The only source of illumination in the dark room was a star-shaped night-light with a smiley-face scribbled onto it in black ink, the resultant shadow casting an ominous silhouette onto her face. Taking a break from her work, she carelessly swiped a missive from the top of her mountainous stack of unread papers. As her eyes scanned over the document, her eyebrows rocketed higher and higher. A deafening silence fell over the room.

 

"Mister Georg sure knows how to write."

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