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REGARDING HOUSE THYONE - DARKSPAWN ALERT

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An Inferi looks up at the blood rain. And watches the demi Djinn slowly falling down into the Hexicanum. 

 

 

"This is hilarious." 

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Sprat Thyone, cousin of Bayde held his hand out on a pillar; his long hair draping in singular wisps over his face as he huffed heavy breaths from his lungs. The missive waved through his fingertips and his purple eyes darted across it, bouncing from word to word. "And once more, my kind is kept at the heel of another. Doomed to be cramped in boxes under the pressure of other groups and false whips of tongue for aeons to come."

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"I KNEW IT!" Narithen all but roars as he sees the notice, pumping a fist in the air.

"ASPECTS I'M A GOOD DETECTIVE-"

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The warm gloam of a bonfire casts across the darkened regalia of Galahad Nullivari. He leafs through stray papers and notes, and before discarding one of many, offers one of the titles a closer look.

REGARDING HOUSE THYONE - DARKSPAWN ALERT

Indifference mingles into his features, brows knitting. He folds the paper, storing it elsewhere before continuing his work.

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Serwa hums with disappointment. This was all surely a misunderstanding.

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Valindra sips on a cocktail while relaxed back 'pon a lounger on the beaches of Haelun'or. Briefly did the former blade of the Royarch read over the contents over their glowing sunLIGHTglasses, before pushing them back up the bridge of her nose with the side of her glass. A butler then took the missive and, per the orders of the rogue Nullivari, tossed it into the sea.  Valindra adjusted her Orrar era Haelun'orian Hawaiian shirt, and leaned back, basking under the eclipsed sun in the darkness, illuminated only by torches and lanterns.

 

".. Jee'vess. Where is my moontanning lotion?"

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"Those are my boys," Oijin raises his cigarette in the air commenting upon reading the missive to the others in the boiler room of their steamship as they were hunting down a kraken. Somethings solve themselves and somethings require a push he learned from the death Zanu.

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As the missive befell his scrutiny, The Warlord yielded naught but a lone utterance. "Hrmmm, he wasn't lying?" said he, the words pouring from his maw likely in cadence with the parting of his toothful maw, nearly deprived of flesh - Thence, he so too cast aside the missive.

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"Another Ibleesian in Celia'nor downed. How many more remain? There is much work to be done. . ." Uriella gazed at the vineyard's grapes under the moonlight, which had become the new sunlight of that day and age.

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