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Iskandar Vladovic sits in his hut, sipping his Carrion Black

 

"Finally, a hard measure against those no good, copper-licking, dirt-digging, gut-dragging, ore-mongering, stone-humping, beard-munching, hammer midgit, half-men tunnel rats."

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"About time." A van Aert complains.

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3 minutes ago, TheFirstShroom said:

Iskandar Vladovic sits in his hut, sipping his Carrion Black

 

"Finally, a hard measure against those no good, copper-licking, dirt-digging, gut-dragging, ore-mongering, stone-humping, beard-munching, hammer midgit, half-men tunnel rats."

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"Petran days... Balian years.. And now, wha'ever the fock A.R is!" Ser Arthur Gant shouted in the Valdev barracks. "GOD damn it, shu' up!"

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Vykk takes a moment to remind everyone of the Ashen Auction upcoming in one Ashen day!

 

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7 minutes ago, itdontmatta said:

“The Canonist nations must be united against those, especially non-human, who seek to disturb the peace within our realm. I side with those who may be misguided in their faith over tree stump-sized men who pray to drawings on walls” said a Lorenz Gavaudin on the issue of the Norland and Urguan situation. 

"Incredibly based." says a masked Kursik outside Lorenz's window upon hearing the man's statement to no one in particular.

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In a state of blissful slumber, the Duchess of Adria found herself amidst the hayloft, once attentively tending to the Adrian cattle. She hummed a Veletzian lullaby, "Honk-shoo, mi mi mi mi," a tune that filled the old barn. Suddenly, an intrusive fly disrupted her sleep! causing her to jolt awake with a hack and a cough, almost choking on the insect. In an impressive display of composure, she managed to swallow the bug and resume her peaceful doze, "Honk-shoo, mi mi mi mi."

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Aduna-Effrosyni was educating Tobiasz and Austinya of the old tale of Pete the Kha as she pointed her digit to each of the words, enunciating slowly. "Pete the Kha goes walking down the street. . ." -- Blissfully unaware of all the clamor surrounding the nations.

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Kristof Katzak brews beer in some distant land- a peasant runs to the door and delivers the news. "From home, ja? Wow... this ist crazy!"

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Zoey Frostbeard reads through the missive and remarks "Slaughtering cattle, aye?" She recalls her kinsmen slaying a pack of Ferrymen while on the road. "Cattle indeed."

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6 hours ago, itdontmatta said:

“The Canonist nations must be united against those, especially non-human, who seek to disturb the peace within our realm. I side with those who may be misguided in their faith over tree stump-sized men that pray to drawings on walls,” said Lorenz Gavaudin as he pondered the issue of the devolving Norland-Urguan situation. 

 

 

An indentured servant pours the Baron de Wett, Mr. Berryman and Mr. Gavaudin another tumbler of brandy. The Baron slams the papers down onto the table, slapping his knee. 

 

"You haven't been coming to the parlor much, Mr. Gavaudin, whatever is the matter?" asks Mr. Berryman, his interest piqued. 

 

"It's that problem with those damned dwarves," clarifies the Baron de Wett, helpfully. "The Tsar of Urguan is taking up so much of our dear Mr. Gavaudin's time, but rest assured, no one can handle an Urguanite like our friend here. The Mighty Laurence!"

 

"Oh, well, those issues out west, with the Celianorese, and the Sutes, and the Haysenny, and what-not, those issues are for the young men to handle," responded Mr. Berryman, savoring his brandy. "It's been what, forty, forty-five years since I last saw battle, Your Lordship?" 

 

"Forty, forty-five years," conceded the Baron.

 

"Forty, forty-five years..." repeated Mr. Berryman. 

 

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*Onion frowned as he read... painfully slow but still. Untill realisation of what it was about* "Dame Adrians, ofcorse striving for dame war..." *Shaking they head at such before with a sigh heading off* "Doesnt mather. They voice is neglegable, and the dwarves may still pass thru haense. About time to ban Northeners maybe" *Musing over the idea for a few moments before shruging. It was not for him to decide* 

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