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OPERATION WINTERSTORM


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"The tongue-dancing grows tiresome. T'would be preferable if the Reinmarens spoke it as it were. Yet they too would prove bereft of courage. Alas, regardless, darkness doth lurk in that place and so it will fall. I only wish it did not take an elven scapegoat for it to happen." spoke a certain Middenlander that would no doubt participate in the war.

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“Spirits, who the **** cares?” The ever tired Ventys commented. “We leave you alone, leave us.” She rolled her eyes and went to help her wife.

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Ar-Malna looked through the missive, anxiety running through her. She and her husband had come to Ravenswood to have a quiet life... and now this was happening? 

 

"Why... I fight against the Harrower with Norland and Kaethul.. now the place Godwin finally found a house in is under attack!? What is going to happen to my house!"

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"Well, t'e copycat name place is gettin' bad attention. Bad, bad, bad men and women of t'e place. Hopefully t'ey don't t'ink we help t'em in all t'is." Meira says to herself in her quarters, shaking her head at that. She then placed the missive down and finished eating the rest of her meal.

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The Princess Adalfriede diligently lacquered her shield, the ever-pious St. Julia of Paradisus engraved in immaculate detail on the heavy wood. No doubt before the end of this her shield would be chipped and marred from combat, but the symbol would forever remain.

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Is this a april fools or just poor timing? Can't tell with how poor the reasoning is

 

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Ember shakes her head "They seem to always find themselves in predicaments, I ponder why they find themselves in such state." Then she begins to chuckle "They are best  in the business- hope they survive- they are my only equals. . .neeee" she shook her head 

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48 minutes ago, TaytoTot said:

“Spirits, who the **** cares?” The ever tired Ventys commented

Otellia Maiheiuh reads the missive with a roll of her eyes as she commented to Ventys "This reads like a pre written missive. Displays of propaganda! LET THE MALINOR DREAM GO!"  The elfess reading it through before seeing the signatures "Why. . .Why would our old neighbors be apart of this? Strange."  The elfess ponder, then slowly recall the lies told within the crowd of the meeting with her widen eyes "THE SLANDER!"

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The archprelate thought quietly as the missive was read to her, the elfess resuming to her duties within Cathedral halls. "So Ravenswood has chosen the path of wickedness. A shame. I'll pray for them to deliver themselves." She noted in thought "Ne'estel Vull'talii" She gestured to those of the faith to prepare arms, for such sin in ignorance could not be ignored.

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"GOTT is with us! Let us smite the traitorous foe!"

Bespoke Gottfried with a great bellow, thereafter returning to polishing his automail limb

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"ay'Celia'nor! Let us beat these thieves!" Exclaimed the Vintner-Captain Raziel Amethil.

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"So.....This Celianor is teh one who decides who gets to stay in teh northern wasteland of aevos? This will not do......" Deep in the north a banshee of ice and snow stood on a mounted pile of bodies of flesh and bone. The missive slowly burned in her hands until all was ash and dust. "Elves, let them know teh north is not fer em. All will freeze and die. Teh ruins of these nations will beh an example to all."

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Some Inferi is seen in the cursed forest near Sakura. It adjusts the weighted training gear. And looks down at the wagon wheels it's laid flat on the ground. With an old set of armor from before it had turned into a demon and been a local terrorists for Celia'nor. The Inferi starts to run drills. Moving quick with its legs high and narrow as it navigates the wagon wheel obstacles, avoiding touching wood as it tried to run the course as fast it could. Someone could stretch out it's silver armor. And in the chaos of war, who'd notice the Inferi plunging down into the streets?

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"Of all the ridiculous..."

 

The Bard rolls his eyes as he reads over this missive, the halo above his head dimming and flickering lightly.

 

"A city of bards, a city of peace, a city of gentle repose! None here have been swilling with the darkspawn, and none further have any intention of aligning themselves with this belligerent 'Harrower' fellow."

 

A scoff can be heard before the missive is tossed into the flames.

 

"Impressive, though... that Celia'nor would be most willing to set aside its own relations to the darkness in order to point the gnarled, curled finger at us. Impressive, but pathetic."

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