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Samurai meditation. by Mariusz Szmerdt

 

真っ向から突進してください。

 

Patriarch Josef prepared himself.

 

"It is time."

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"The time is nigh! Strike fear!" The Queen of Haense cried, lofting a freshly polished sword. 

 

From that day on, she donned her pink capeknowing well that it would be stained red by the end of the war.

 

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Vicente Murietta II, a soldier of the Viceroyalty of Hyspia, sharpened his blade with great pride! He began to write some letters to friends and family should he not survive, but he had all his faith in his Viceroy and his Country. He was prepared to give his life for their cause if necessary

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Calla von Theonus nodded as she read the missive. "Justice will be served. For Ghorm, for Isavella."

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Within the Portogene Bastion sat the exhausted Princess Eirene, polishing away at her armor. She must look good while slaughtering her enemies.

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Alfred Barclay, Baron of Sigradz unsheathed his blade - drawing it to the sky, ".. Rest in Peace - cousin Edmund, this is for you." He swung his blade back to his side, a smile donning his lips.

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5 minutes ago, Dogged said:

"Prepare Isaakev for any attacks." Otto commanded to his cousin, Viktor Ludovar. "We must be prepared to ward off any Veletz offensive."


Viktor Ludovar dips his head toward Otto. "It shall be done, uncle," he declares as he exits the room and emerges around the corner. With a deep breath, he swallows hard, fully aware of the challenges awaiting his family and Kingdom. Proceeding to the courtyard, he issues commands to the Ludovars, preparing them for war and signaling the imminent march.

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The Skipper, a title past down from man to man, no more than a soft teal wool mask that christens its wearer as the Ferryman's left hand.

Awoken in the night, Midas Mareno is informed of the coming horde by one of his compatriots.


"Oh, King in the North, I'll be taking back my wine."

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Baron Casimir Marius Vilac read over the missive, a terrible grin fell across his face. "Finally, that disowned bastardized line will finally be ended. One way or another, Renai will return to the dirt." He crumpled up the piece of parchment, walking over to where his swords were displayed. Taking them off the shelf, he unsheathed one. "It is time old friend. For men to die"

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Konstantin set about summoning the men of the Mardonlands, preparing them, and he for what was to follow in the coming months. As he donned his plate, he knew would not falter, nor would the resolve of the Commonwealth. A curse upon the Heartlands needed to be removed once and for all, and the Covenanters would see this through, no matter the cost.

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"the first of our many victories I hope" Artel smiles as he pulls on his armour, strapping his blades to his belt and sliding the rings onto his hand "so much blood to repay, so little to be spilt"

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"The trees of Rychwald have always been host to the bodies of Haenseni." Fyodor explained. "I can only pray we have enough trees to hold the rest." 

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Viktor var Ruthern grew a rather amused smirk as his eyes turned over the marching orders. "Et should be a pleasant sight to see that 'Mareno' Keep reduced to a pile of rubble. Nie more playing at niceties with these bandits and godless men. We were never afforded such, so we shall return such favours." He stood, a hand falling down to rest comfortably atop his sword's pommel.

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The Viceroy of Hyspia returns to the capital of La Dorada after a successful meeting at the wartable with the Covenant.

 

And now... 

 

It is time to end it. Once and for all.

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That night Bishop Mattia prayed. 

 

"Saint Edmond; grant these soldiers of Canondom your valiance and protect them in battle. Pray for their swift victory, and that those who die find a merciful demise. Amen."  

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