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THE SILVER CRUSADE


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The current Regent of Talentine, Henry Arthur Haverlock, strokes his beard as he gazes at the missive. "My Canonist brethren shall not go without aid. Muster the Bannermen." he said to his friend and bannerman, Aleksandr of Talentine. @TheShinyHodzic

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Bannermen of the Haverlocks, Aleksandr of Talentine, looking at the missive with his lord. "Da, My lord." he said swiftly before running off to rally his fellow bannermen

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Holy Ser Gerard would make his way to Lotusgrad. "Deus Magnus!"

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A wandering knight prepared his equipment for the trek to Lotusgrad.

"Ser Sterling calls for aid. He shall have it."

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Henrik Amador saddles his horse, looking to his daughters as he ties the girth and adjusts the blades strapped to his back. 

"Remember this, lasses." - "When darkness comes for our kin, we ride t'meet it."

 

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The Bucket Knight would begin sharpening his pitch fork, in preparation for the crusade, as he made sure that it would be the most polished weapon around.

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1 hour ago, _RoyalCrafter_ said:

by the agents of Iblees

From within the depths of his lair, did the old Delmar come to look over the missive, his eyes widening as he brought his ivory clad fist up. "We are capitalists! Hardly agents of Iblees, my student must do better in marketing our allegiances"  Thusly did the old decrepit one begin his work, the whining and screeching of an undead steed, coming to be worked upon. 

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Viviana Ximena Vilac read over the letter in her hand one more time, before tying it to the foot of a pigeon and letting it fly to Ser Sterling. Another soul joins the Silver Crusade.

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Valindra sharpened her aurum blade, her intent to join the crusade against the dark likely known to her friends based on her voiced tastes.

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Pym Volkov gazes at the missive before him: "Well, mea borsa knew them well ag offered shelter- it would be rude va niet extend mea help." he says in a mumble to himself and prepares to send a bird.

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