A FINAL JUDGEMENT

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"Who invited this guy." asked a Midlander to the spirit of his deceased brother as he gleaned from the missive the crest of Celia'Nor.

 

 

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"The darkspawn shall be driven out, for these lands are now under the protection of the Princes in Reinmar. Wer rastet, der rostet!" Exclaimed a young Barclay whilst looking at the missive, before returning to his training with Ser Siegmund.

Edited April 4 by dmitris

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Atop the walls of the honorable Principality of Reinmar stood an auburn in the armor of an officer within the Host of Saint Johann, the wild, frigid winds of the North whipped at his tied-back hair and green cloak. “This injury the Darkness has caused upon these hallowed lands mustn’t be allowed to fester.” Klaus von Berkhoven said to himself, a spyglass held up to one of his ocean-hued eyes as it gazed over the land northwest to his home before lowering and retracting it into its compact form as he stuck it back into his bag. The Alchemist then lowered his head in thoughtful prayer. “GOTT, our VATER that dwells within the Highest Heaven…” The pious Berkhoven began.  “Allow us the divine power that Dein Prophet, Exalted Owyn, wielded against Dein enemies in the days of yore. Let Dein white flame be wielded through Dein sons und daughters of Reinmar, the sons und daughters of Sankt Johann, so that we may purify these northern lands of The Deceiver’s corruption. Sankt Johann, pray for us, dein kinter, that we continue dein holy legacy.” He fervently prayed. “It es in His Holy und Precious Name that all GOTT’s children pray: AMEN!”