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MARCHING ORDERS: OPERATION TALIONIS


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John Augustus Galbraith settled in to a chair across from his bestest of friends, lifting a glass laden with red wine to the air. "Another year, another battle -- we slaughter them like dogs. When will they give up?"

 

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The Constable and Count of Marsana raised his blade up for inspection, before it made a return to its sheathe. "The damned veletzians are like roaches. When will vy know death, Gaspard? Demetrius made way for the main corridor of the Presidio to address the soldiers of the coming battle.

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Returning from the first part of a cultural exchange in Haense with her children, a soldier would pass the orders off the Queen Sybille I. She would nod her head before passing them back and looking to her son and daughter "War shall be over soon, then you can explore more often!" she would speak to them both with a grin upon her face, certain they would be happy.

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7 minutes ago, TreeSmoothie said:

John Augustus Galbraith settled in to a chair across from his bestest of friends, lifting a glass laden with red wine to the air. "Another year, another war -- we slaughter them like dogs. When will they give up?"

 

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"It. . . it is all the same war, John."

 

Even so, Rhys clinks his own glass on John's in a little cheers.

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1 minute ago, teeylin said:

 

"It. . . it is all the same war, John."

 

Even so, Rhys clinks his own glass on John's in a little cheers.

 

John, on his fifth glass, angrily squinted.

"Shut up, teu know what I meant!"

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"Right back to it then," Marcus remarked, preparing himself for the march ahead.

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Viktor 'Daemonsteel' busied himself with the saddling of newly raised and trained horses, his brows set in a fierce scowl. The work never stopped for the Duke-Quartermaster, and there was still much to do yet before this war was won. They shall take to the field yet again.

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A melodic humming could be heard from the rooms of the Princess Royal, Elena Casimira. Echoing through the halls of the Balianese Royal Palace, the Amiratus of Balian would repeat a certain lyric which had become stuck in her mind. “I think I like this little life. . .this little life. . .”

 

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Two candles were lit in Liridona’s room that night. A vase of poppies sat beside it.

In the dim light, Liridona turned to face the wall. Upon it was a beautiful family portrait. But two faces were no longer present. Arn, and Poppiya.

 

”An eye for an eye,” The Amador vowed, reaching for her pink cape.

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Gob Ztabba-Zniffa looks at the missive and wonders - can he join the pink wearing ladies too for this war? He does love the fashion... Maybe he should rob one of them?

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Hali prepared for the battles to come. “The Veletzian heartlands lie open, with their fortresses cast asunder. What now could forestall judgement?”

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