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Fealendil was calmly sharpening his sword when he heard people around him talking about the outbreak of war against Vikela. He then stood up and made a few swings with it, thus effortlessly checking it. He gathered his arrows, took a bow from the stand and put on his amour. As he stood in the living room and enjoyed maybe the last moments of peace he said only one phrase “So it begins…”

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Andria stood there, a blaze of anger in her eyes,  With her head held high, she breathed out, "It seems the only language they understand is violence." Steely blue eyes glanced down at the armor she had crafted years ago, the cool crystal pressing against her warm skin. "Such is how one must deal with Krug—no, the secessionist state of Krug. They are barely a shadow of their former glory." Eyes glance around at her assembled allies, "We will never bow. Vikela stands unbreakable."

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Glynfir was a weary veteran of several wars who had hoped not to have to fight another one. He'd moved to ensure such, yet even a peaceful man could only be pushed so far. Besides, fighting Uruks was nothing new. He gathered the gear he kept stashed away from his peaceful existence with a sigh. "Once more into the fray. Here's hoping it's the last time, though I doubt it."

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Ivacia found the missive in her mail. Many emotions assaulted her as she read it, but only one prevailed... Determination. She set Kronk the Deep Wonk in his aquarium and began preparations. She may be a magistrate, but she started as a guard. And she would defend her nation till the day she died.

 

"We stand United..." She spoke softly to her beloved wonk as she got to work, a flame set alight in her violet eyes.

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Endyn 'Mog' Jindle raises his blade, ready to defend Vikela from the evil orcs!

 

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The Lord Privateer read this with great intrigue.

"It seems the Cormath fleet may finally be put to use."

He stood up from his desk and moseyed down to show this to the Captain of Cormath. 

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4 hours ago, Mallow said:

A shut-in alchemist glances out from the confines of his lab, missive in hand. 
"May the stars guide us toward victory.."  

"Stars guide? You're no Starlander. Shut up," Remarked an angry Celian by the name of Iheiuh.

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The watcher's blue star drowned eyes scanned the pamphlet with little interest. "Another war is coming..." With a burgundy glow gleaming in her golden tattoo and her gaze fixed on the sheet Elerína set the parchment alight letting it get consumed by flame and fall to the jungles forest foliage caring little if it would also start to burn.

 

Aher'khel sat on the stairs in front of her Clans home, the missive in her hands. "I better hurry on getting a new eye...and back into the forge." She muttered, as if she hadn't have enough problems. They wouldn't keep her from fighting for her family's home.

 

In the meantime in Vortice a young man's amber colored eyes skimmed across the paper. An anxious feeling starting to build up in Paelen Jusmias gutt. "We will go to war?...But isn't it wrong to fight other descendants." 

 

Another pair of eyes, one of unmatched colors, settled on the sheet as Raelle read with a frown the missive on her way out to visit Nevaehlen. "Another war...I hope auntie Len and Uncle Gus stay safe...I pray that not another family member gets consumed by the cruelties of war."

 

 

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A halfling stud in his kitchen, tapping a metallic finger against the counter as he staired at the paper through his reading glasses "I haven' a clue how I'd of service but-" he'd place the paper down, turning to grab a freshly sharpened shovel off the rack "war is war I suppose"

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The Devil-Knight of Dunkeld would read this flurry of missives and postings with a solemn look. 

 

“It’s as he predicted.” She remarked. “I stand for Queen Medea.” 
 

The Deviless would then head to her forge. The sounds of clashing metal would be heard throughout the night. 

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King Patches of Babblebrook looked at the missive and rubbed his fuzzy chin, a frown forming on his face.

 

”I recall one of the orcs coming to the shire on a crab shaped smogger and destroyed a giant bee hive with toxic smog. Now we can’t get honey there anymore… and suddenly they’re worried about nature?

why don’t they just… live in a jungle or something and not the deserts or stop using smoggers?”

 

The king of the Musin gave a sigh and rubbed his eyes.

 

”Och no matter. I hope this gets resolved soon, I’m bloody sick of all the wars going on.”

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Lothair peeked over the shoulders of his various deputies @Bloody_Russian@ImpracticalMagic@Jonass"Study these carefully. This is history in the making..."

Some significant time later, lantern-light lit up his inn-room as scraps and cuttings of paper flew this way and that, not a scrap of it free of ink.

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1 hour ago, TysCreations said:

A halfling stud in his kitchen, tapping a metallic finger against the counter as he staired at the paper through his reading glasses "I haven' a clue how I'd of service but-" he'd place the paper down, turning to grab a freshly sharpened shovel off the rack "war is war I suppose"


The blue haired elfesse’s green slit eyes peered curiously over at her son from the comfort of the tiny chair she had managed to get herself down onto. 
 

“Wha’? Gon’ show me wha’ yer readin’?”

 

She questioned before being handed the paper, immediately scanning it’s contents, gradually making her expression grow more serious the further it went on.

 

Ah see.. so ‘et is tiem fer war once mor’..”

 

The elfesse let a deep dark purple flame wash over the paper as it ceased existing in this mortal plane and she got up from the place in which she was seated, nodding at her halfling son with his Shovel. 
 

“We ‘ave sum’ neighbors t’ defen’.”

 

-=+=-

 

Meanwhile within the Uialben Keep of Lurin, a short ker in old and worn leather armor let her pearly white pupils read over the paper with a grin reaching from cheeck to cheeck, letting her jaggered sharpened teeth show. 
 

“So it is true!!”

 

She jumped a bit with excitement on the ledge of her bed while she read.

 

”It’s time ea prepare for War! Orcs! Vy better be ready! Da, vyr ne going to see us comming!!

 

The ker cheered with determination, rushing over to grab her Billhook.

 

”Mika, where are vy!? Ea need vyr help-“

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22 minutes ago, TheGekko said:

The blue haired elfesse’s green slit eyes peered curiously over at her son from the comfort of the tiny chair she had managed to get herself down onto. 
 

“Wha’? Gon’ show me wha’ yer readin’?”

 

She questioned before being handed the paper, immediately scanning it’s contents, gradually making her expression grow more serious the further it went on.

 

Ah see.. so ‘et is tiem fer war once mor’..”

 

The elfesse let a deep dark purple flame wash over the paper as it ceased existing in this mortal plane and she got up from the place in which she was seated, nodding at her halfling son with his Shovel. 
 

“We ‘ave sum’ neighbors t’ defen’.”

 

The halfling nodded to his mother before heading to the door of his house "let us go, I have some extra resources that our friends at vilkela might enjoy"

Slinging the shovel over his shoulder readying his horse

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"Another war is on the horizon" the old priest looked sadly at her sword with which she had gone through many battles "I'm too old for this shit..." with a sigh, she looked away from the sword

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