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An Age of Rancor


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A Scyfling poetess managed to find one of the missives, now sheltered by an awning as gloom and doom settled above Haense. “My Gud,” she murmured. She had a certain scholar to write to about the terrifying news, servants to pester next. There had to be some other explanation for it all, right? 

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"Kings, too often, find their folly measured in the suffering of others." Yandel grasped his sword, pondering briefly upon a stack of letters. "But true Salvation is found in times of strife, not of peace. Once more, we enter into an age of heroes and demons." 

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49 minutes ago, sam33497 said:

Lanre Cerusil seethes at the Mio's actions before exploding the missive.

 

"He can't keep getting away with this. . . Gashadokurooo!!!!!"

Juniper prepares her air shields

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34 minutes ago, Sean_VEVO said:

“The TSAR was a bad guy all along? Who could have possibly foreseen this!?”

 

-Marshal SIR RADMIR MONTALT

The Heartlander youth peered as Sir Radmir read the missive. "We have surrendered our homes to demon worshippers?" The youth asked, now his fury had reached a boiling point!

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Sir Milonir of Whitehall heard the news within the Brotherhood's barracks, shadow and doubt taking his fellow brothers. Ever-bold, he chortled at the missive he could hardly read. "HAR HAR HAR! Finelly. Good fight-mens tiems boys. Boney guys em thinking they vey tough guys now, ooo. They em forget eet ees coffin tiem, niet valking on ground tiems. Ea em put them beck een they bed tiems now, okei." And with that, he polished his regular, ordinary steel bardiche. He would not need aurum for these flies. 

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"Thorough investigation by the Auditor will no doubt determine whether there is any truth in this,"

John of Aaun mused as he was briefed on recent events. 

"Until then, I refuse to take a Lich's testimony at face value. It would be foolish to sit in judgement too soon."

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Alfred had his men stack his own personal collection of Carrion Black atop the walls of Kanunsberg.. If it was true - he'd need to be rid of it. He mulled over a final bottle.

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Somewhere, Iolas paces back in forth in a panic. Somehow, things only seemed to be getting worse. Was time really running short? The weight on his shoulders was growing far too quickly, strength takes such a long time to grasp and he could hardly hang on. How was he supposed to weather the coming storm? Let alone even traverse it. 

 

This not good news!!! Not at all!!

 

Nontheless.. He kept a copy of the missive, proof of it's very existence and the true fear it encapsuled.

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The shieldess now glows her emerald green, as chaos now reigned in the largest country in aevos. Sofiele saw what happens when you make deals with devils.

 

”filthy ******* haensers.” She spat out “they never cease to amaze me…”

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"Not even a year into our absence and evil shows it's true colours. Who could have predicted they would be the very same we've been fighting for years." grizzled veteran spoke and found only pain in their validation.

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"What a ******* idiot." says Toruug, an old Haense veteran since the days of Saint Karl.

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Ellenore silently meandered about a dreary black forest of decrepit fir and elderly pine, full of mist - in a place not of this world. The air, thick with fog, attempted to choke the breath from her with its bitter coldness, but she endured with heavy lungfuls in the pitch dark, by aid of lantern light. There in that realm, she searched for ores of tin and copper, of which were oddly plentiful. She'd make a bronze medallion with what she had found. "I wonder who else is out here in the night..." She looked about herself into the empty darkness.

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The seamstress sits hunched over a table, needle and thread in hand. With an eerie grin spreading across her face, she stitches together a flag with meticulous precision. Her eyes gleam with malevolence as she sews.

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Norido claps slowly while a smile creeps across his face. "This was unavoidable."

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