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There is no limerick attached to the notice, breaking from tradition.
The flier lacks its traditional whimsy, instead replaced with a somber chord.
Peace had failed, and war waged on.

 

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Hear ye, hear ye, denizens of this realm,

 

It grieveth my quill to convey unto thee a dolorous missive from the hallowed halls of the peace summit. Alas, as the sun waned in the firmament and shadows encroached, the hopes for concord and accord withered like a rose untended. The Duke and the covenant, with hearts heavy and laden with the weight of expectations, did meet in earnest discourse.

 

Yet, in the dim-lit chamber where aspirations for harmony were kindled, the fire of understanding did not blaze. The negotiations, akin to ships in tempest-tossed seas, found no harbor of reconciliation. The parley, fraught with discordant tones, echoed with the mournful dirge of unmet accord.

 

Thus, with sorrowful penmanship, it is proclaimed that the mantle of peace, so earnestly sought, remains elusive. The trumpets of diplomacy fell silent, and the banner of unity lay tattered upon the fields of failed accord. Let it be known, in the scrolls of time, that despite noble intentions, peace hath faltered.

 

May the heavens look with favor upon those who now gird themselves in armor and take up arms in the looming conflict. In the face of impending strife, may God bless and guide those who march forth in the name of a cause yet unfulfilled.

 

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In our profound obscurity

In blindness self-imposed

From our own impurity

Our brothers we've opposed.

 

And should the sons of man profane

By violence and deceit

The world which freely god sustain

That we may all receive. 

 

And shall all woman's daughters wail

for shattered hopes and lives

Whilst we let evil's ilk prevail

and turn away our eyes.

 

The bells of heaven distant toll

To judge myself and you

So let us now restore God's peace

and make the world anew. 
 

SIGNED,

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Big huge thankyou to WholesomeThomas, aka Friend, who without I wouldn't have been able to prepare a song in time for the summit today. This song comes as a majority from his creative genius, thankyou for your help!

 

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Ioanna settled beside the humble hearth within her home, fingers curled around a cup of warmed cocoa.

 

For all the screaming, jeering, and pointless back-and-forth that had occurred, she had at least enjoyed the bard's tune. It was a shame the lyrical remedy had been employed at such an inopportune moment by the Duke, during such a crucial meeting of intended peace. The Rhenyari decided instead to hope the bard might find employers who better made use of her talents.

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"Thank the Skies she did not make me play that damned tambourine."

 Enoch mused to himself, having departed from the palace rather briskly once the bard's performance had concluded. To him, there was little merit to be found there elsewise. It seemed he was right, in the end. 

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The Duke's youngest daughter bashed her head against a thick tome just once. Her fight for peace naught; "F*ck y. F*ck this." Marusya mutters, at least able to enjoy the new tune while she laments.

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Dante Durand mutters to himself, kicking the portcullis that separated him and the innards of Haense. 

 

Once again, he missed out on seeing Rowena perform due to silly nation gate procedure. 

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