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A NOTICE FROM THE ESROVA


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REGARDING THE RECENT BEAVER BRIGADE.

 

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ISSUED BY THE

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ON THIS 11th DAY OF GRONA AG DROBA OF 491 E.S. 

 

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These ferocious creatures have sought to occupy every corner of the Prikaz, and thus their numbers have grown beyond reasonable management. In light of this incessant infestation, it is imperative that the devoted soldiers of the Brotherhood render their aid in the extraction of these beleaguered beavers. May their intervention prove fruitful, and may the peace of the Prikaz be restored once more!

 

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Her Royal Majesty, AMAYA OF VENZIA, 

Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, et cetera

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Alfred Barclay grins with sinister joy as the notice finds its way into his hands. He ran off to notify his cousin, Irena about it.

 

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           Ser Abraham silently cackles to himself as he pets his new tamed beaver pup. "It's kind of like a puppy wanting to be pet." He'd rock in his chair at home.

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The Queen-Dowager Sofia of Hyspia swung down a thin, sharp heel at one such beaver that dared enter her quarters. "Rata peluda fea! Salir!" A sleu of Hyspian words escaped the woman, rapid and blending together as she balanced preciously upon her sofa.

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Upon investigating the problem, the Captain saw very few beavers. In fact, he could only see one very angry beaver upon the throne. Regardless, a Royal call had been made and the Brotherhood will answer!

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