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“Lies… a throne of lies is what the former Queen sits upon. For I went there and found nothing after the fires subsided…” remarked Elijah as he stayed at the ready in Enswerp.  

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"Hrmmm," the High Keeper, Ellenore av Eiriksdóttir, deeply pondered the events that had transpired over the past year, convinced of nothing, yet all the same worried for the fate of the Heartlander realms. "He demands to do not what is easy, but what must be done - my Alföðr, what do you bid of us in this world now?" The Keeper remained troubled by the events.

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An Ancient Azog would recall a war long ago, before there was an Empire. A war against a Witch, which brought humanity together, "Perhaps this is da new Dawn Perea?" he'd wonder, wandering around.

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The Hyspian Knight stood by the old Queen,

"Tell me where to go. I will stand and bleed for the River."

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Somewhere out in the Petran countryside, the writings of the former Queen reach Theodore Elwood. He reads over the short list of those deceased in the fires and tears come to his eyes. "Helene was killed? Such a bright lass..." he'd mutter to his younger sister. "This is why I have come to convince you and your family to seek refuge elsewhere. We must pray that peace overcomes this struggle! But," he says as he folds a small tunic and packs it into a small crate, "until this ends you and your children shall move elsewhere!"

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"DOWN WITH THE EMPIRE FOR ROBBING JARL HELVETZ XVII OF HIS LEMON HILL!" John Limon, Lemon Squire of the Lemon Knights of Lemon Hill screamed.

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"This is what happens when you try to recreate Oren," Juniper mused.

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"...tumultuous discourse that has plagued our Heartlands since the most recent Chancellor elections.

Mm.. You beat someone in their own game that they've created and nurtured, and then it is your fault that you've won the game.

I thought our elections went without any wrongdoings, but it seems someone is still mad."

 

Chancellor Louis-Caspian de Rosius remarks joyously with a brief chuckle, carefully pinning yet another missive published by his friends from the west onto his board within his office.

 

"An Aaunite is the Chancellor of your system. God, this will all go into the annals of history one day!"

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Elsie Katharina von Augusten spent the week in deep distress at the news of her childhood best friend's fate. Spending all her time in the chapel of Rikardsburg lighting a candle every day for the friend she once loved as a sister. She exclaimed as her mother came to support her"Those damn monsters! How could anyone support the abusive Paul, who would support the imperialist at the expense of his daughter! It is like those old stories of the Veletz war." The young woman cried on her mother's shoulder. 

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“Ever it is that Queen Renilde causes more suffering and hindrance to a cause than aids it. Never trust a snake to not bite at its earliest convenience as Renilde so often does, regardless of her grand daughter. The best thing for her to do is realise she, as a political CHARACTER, is far too old to continue influencing politics. Let others have a go.” Remarked one Ser Rickard of Vidaus, having recently learnt much upon Petran politics in his studies!

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Ser George Halcourt heavily wondered how his fiancée, Helene-Olympe could have died in the flames if she had sent him a letter a day after the event…

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*Matthew would come across the body of the boy he saw growing, took care and teach him how to hold a sword. Tears fall from Matthew's left eye.* "THEY WILL PAY!" *Matthew takes out his boomsteel hammer walking to a near tree, with one swing from his boomsteel hammer he destroy the trunk of the tree. Matthew wipes the tears from his eye and walks of to his office giving a bow to the burnt body of Robert.* "I'm sorry I couldn't protec you little one."

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