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THE WINBURGH PROCLAMATION


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King Sugarfoot II stares out into the horizon. He pulls up his teal bandana, and wanders off into the mountain, to continue his ancient ways. "Ererghg.." 

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"PEACE! FINALLY, PEACE," Lady Angelina Reinhold crows, slinging a joyous arm around her younger brother in an almost-chokehld, upon his return from the summit. "Now then! How about that bloody vacation you promised me damn-near a decade ago now, hm? I think we've more than earned it."

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The Poet Marshal returned with his retinue of bloodied, bruised, but living new brothers in arms. It was a great hunt indeed. . . and even greater injuries were sustained. As he stepped away from the clinic, with a clear limp present in his step, the man in bloodied armor saw women crying in the streets, young men rejoicing, and the elderly sighing as they found their peace. It was only when he returned to the council chambers did he find out that finally, it was over. . . No longer did he have to send new faces to the fields of an endless war. No longer did his people have to suffer, at least not from this foe. . . No longer did he see the faces of his soldiers grow younger and younger.

 

Finally, they can grow up in a time of peace. . .

 

Finally, the war was over. . .

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Walter Weiss sat upon the mountains overlooking his family's keep, and he drank from his steel flask, quiet and stoic.

 

The war he had been born into, from Almaris to now in his middling age, was finally over.

 

How many countless friends he had lost. He stood, and poured the Carrion within the flask onto a ground, a brief memorial to the triumphant dead. And then? He got back to his hunt.

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Forty years of war, both sought after and otherwise, weighed heavily upon Sir Johanes. Defeat was bitter, it always was, but he had fought with some dignity. Three dead sons was too great of a price to pay for failure, but at least now he could spend the rest of his days in whatever peace and comfort he could find at this juncture. It would be little, and the ghosts of all those he had slain for a losing cause would haunt him, but even in defeat there was the hope of a small victory: the old van Aert would not have to raise his sword again.

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Gottfried smiled the suns smile, the war was finally over...

"Rise o' Reinmar, Fly high the Eagle of Black, let the banners of green and blue flow...

For the forty-years war has finally come to an end..."

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The Count of Marsana smiled upon the Proclamation, his palms clasping behind his back before he'd retire to his chambers. "Y hope vy may see that this war has finally resolved, Papej - King Adrian." A sigh escaping his lips, Demetrius laid to rest.

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“Peace. Let there be peace. Let there be tranquility. May humanity find solace once again.” Cesar II signed the document with a nod, content that his people shall now be able to live in comfort once again. 

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Marlene of Merryweather thought of all the people she had lost, both literally and figuratively, letting out a sigh and holding her children close “This is our peace” 

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His murderers scattered into the winds of abjection, the memory of a dead king fades into the footnotes of time. Gone, but not entirely forgotten. Dead, but put now to rest in peace forever. 

 

Edmund Alstion, who in the end saw the Truth.

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"No half measures." Repeated Konstantin to Aimo @ColdestPepsi as the news of peace reached the streets of Vallagne. The now aging Petran knight felt great relief that the conflict had come to a close finally, and that he might now return to his family. With this in mind, he did not linger long within the exuberant crowd which soon began to fill the streets as more heard of the Adrian surrender. Instead, he rode home, finally able to call it such once more.

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Beowulf von Theonus sighed in relief, the war was truly over. He began to walk towards his family's keep. It was time to pay a visit to his Father's & Brother's grave.

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Hali nodded, seeming finally happy for once.  “Well done, King Crow. If only our leaders  had held faith a while longer, we would be at the victors table too. Perhaps we do not deserve it.”

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The man formerly known as Hadrian looked upon the missive, a smile coming across his face. As the smiles of the people of Balian returned, the enemy who sought to destroy them now gone. He placed back on his poncho with his duty done, setting off on his new life, a life where he could live in peace without fear for the people he loved.

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