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Valentin Mareno gazed down from the seven skies, raising a brow as the millenia old myth that was Captain Banjo made his move.

"Why can't we be friends?"

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Sigmar Baruch was excited to finally have a naval force. He always wanted to go sailing. Maybe this was his chance..

"Ah dinnae even know 'ow tae swim. Yet."

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"What the ****." The High Keeper stood, astonished.

 

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Bjorn the Brash glanced to his right at the teal bandana he had kept, shrugging his shoulders and saying, "ah, ****, why not?" As he grabbed it and set for Haense.

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Ser José Fuentes smiled as he read the agreement. He took his steel and began to make his way off, taking the motive in his back pocket.

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Ivan Aleksandr of Haense scratched his head as a strange galley came to port on the river Lahy, flying an even stranger flag. When the Prince saw Banjo and his "yachtsmen" stroll onto shore, he knew - It was over.

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A Templar blinks at the news of the . . . Yachtsmen? Well. It's not the strangest information she's heard of late.

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“Oh cool! A new friend!” Says Cesar II with a smile. 

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ISCESI, still in his cave of solitude, shook his head in disappointment. Was it time to switch sides? Is a new era among us?

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Antonius sneered upon reading the agreement "A plot by the Ferrymen to slither their way out of Canondoms wrath oncemore- and supported by a Canonist nation, Godan no..." he shook a wrinkled fist at the sky "I pray; the Ferrymen convert and face justice! Or this attempt to escape is thwarted by your righteous fury o' Godan"

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Titus Horen read the missive, smiling as he prepared for battle!

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"Wub da Skah." An Undead Uruk says, sitting under a bridge waiting to jump someone to tell them riddles, as bridge-trolls do.

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A machine priest sharpens his gear-axe.

 

"THEY ARE ANATHEMAE. THE INIQUITOUS HAVE BEEN DECLARED PVTRIS. OBLITERATION PROTOCOLS ARE CONFIRMED."

 

He ignites his censor. Waving it against the land of what he THOUGHT was a country full of pure men.

 

"BANISH THE IMPURE. CULL THE SERVANTS OF DRAGONS. HONOR THE CHURCH AND DO NOT DEAL WITH ANATHEMA"

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