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It was with a heavy heart the Yargoth hung up his helm, brushing away the ash and dust of the Goi from its surface. Tattered and worn, those burned remains melded with the charred parts that already coated his skin, rubbed upon his face; his look stoic and proud. "Lat dhûl-ishi stargûsh'stroh, kû narish. Lat ûkil mauk-ûr uruk-hai."  Bittersweet was that unending night above the skies of Krugmar, in one last parting to the Honorable Rex, and to some others left unnamed but not forgotten, he blew upon that gilded horn with a thunderous sound; its form glowed and shimmered dully in the umbral miasma around, but unwavering in its light. "Mae de Ilzgul hear de Thundah Ob Krug, agh all ob Almariz. Diz iz nub de end. Diz iz unly de beginin'.''  With that he thumped his chest in admiration, carrying their history on his back; another brother buried, another step heavier.

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"Rest among mortals and fight among the fallen, my friend."  Hushed The Crown, beneath her breath

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Upon reading the missive, a certain Amiratus of Balian reminisces about the casual conversations he would have with the now late Rex. “Rest well comrade, Y hope you enjoyed mea pastries.” 

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The Diplomat of ages past, looked in pride at his friend as he joined briefly through, nothing but a nod given in passing. Perhaps a sign that he had indeed, been watching over him all those years, and within a flash to whatever after-life the former Rex would go, the blind adunian would vanish, his sentence still having yet to be served in the eternal wastes. 

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THEY TRICKED US ALL RAAAA

 

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"Set foireh wit' jus' ah littleh spark, tha's how et goes when yer movin' en taeh dark." Sigrun "Dragonslayer" Ireheart poured out a tankard of Guzzoline.

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Yvian signed the lorraine for the betrayer, the Rex had redeemed himself through death. The time of battle had now come for the east, men and women would be armed, armoured and trained, weapons and armour forged, and many prayer spoken.

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