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MARCHING ORDERS: OPERATION OVERDRAFT


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"And so we keep on rolling, keep on rollin!" *Said the elf more then happy to continue on rolling thru the Adrian countryside... maybe also having started liking to watch the world burn by bombarding the land he was rolling thru a LILLLL bit too much. OH WELL!*

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"This is our peace. We finish the fight."

Amaya of Venzia wiped the blood off of her pink cape, donning it for battle once more.

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Shortly after the mission is announced three figures enter the throne room of petra, heavy foot steps echo as the group march towards the throne and the queen that sat atop it. At the head of the group stands Sir Artel, clad in his armour with his helm held under his arm, to his left is his loyal living doll Detlef, its bones tapping against the stones as it walks and to the knights right follows Sir Atticus. As the group reaches the throne Atticus bows deeply to the queen. "It vill be mein honor to bring du that traitors head kinder" Artel says as he brings his steel hand to his chest "und ve shall make sure du get der keep du are owed".
with that the three turn, marching back off to war


 

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"Until they are all dead, Balian will be free." stated King Adrian of Balian, raising his dragon blade in the air, the Fang of Cloudbreaker, "With this blade, I will make sure they never threaten my family again. until my last breath." swore once again, looking to the Admiral @Maurand Amiratus @Madyas a consensus had been reached on the next move.

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The Princess of Monterosa, still sorting through the wealth of equipment the Balianese had brought back from the fall of the Ferrykeep would grin as she was given the missive by her handmaiden. With a large grin Sibyl would speak to Lalina "Ave Balian, this war only ends with total victory."

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Monika von Augusten, a Petran squire sharpens her blade, humming a song she had heard during the last battle. "Down with the traitors." She mumbled

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"Now thes es dwoggers."

 

Said Grand Marshal Sigrun 'Undeadslayer' Stonehammer 

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A young girl sits in the bedroom of her family keep, packing clothes into a small backpack. A bunny doll, an aurum cross necklace, and a ring. Without even a note, a terrified, and only 10 year old Yvaine Sonja af Brasca departs the nation she never truly considered home, holding her cross close as she prays for the battle to come, and for the day when she can return and sleep in her own bed safely once more.

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Váli is ready to trebcuhet once more. After all, last time, they just kept trebbing, and it just kept working!

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"This fight is ours."

Ser Leutwin began sharpening his blade and preparing a new set of armor.

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“Can’t wait,” Renilde sharpened her battle axe with a whetstone, leaning the handle against her leg as a counterweight while she dragged it along the edge in a monotonous rhythm. “Brick by brick, we shall dismantle the keep of this traitorous wretch. No honor, did she have. She said she’d do one thing and did another - I hope she is just this stupid and not malicious…”

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"Man, this is really going to take some time out of my schedule," murmured Enrico of Abretta, who had intended to practice his bartending skills. He supposed it wasn't all bad, he'd just serve free Rico's Rich Rum Rumbles after the victory (and the ones to follow).

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Walter Weiss thought for a moment, upon the Battle of Breakwater, where he upon the breach in the mote waded ankle-deep in the blood of elves and bandit alike.

He also remembered the crossbow bolts he had taken - for despite his enemy's dishonor, they were proud warriors, and keen marksmen.

 

"Nothing compels a man to fight harder than fighting for his home. This war is far from over, and they'll make us bleed for every inch we take." He thought to himself. Then, he drank from his steel flask of Carrion.

 

"Let us hope to be home by Tuvmas. Our Peace will be secured." He thought once more, and prepared to march.

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