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"Down with the Arch-Traitor!" commented Golden Dragoon Elijah di Alessandria from the Fort Alba.

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"I wonder why the Count didn't simply issue it in the Garmont Assembly, had he planned to release it to the public anyways." Konstantin Leon, the Grand Speaker of the Heartlands thought to himself, as he sat at his desk in Whitespire, penning the transcript of the Garmont Assembly that occured hours ago.

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“We shall have justice, the courts will make it so,” Emilio Varoche said, a yawn escaping him after a very long and tiresome Garmont.

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“HAH!” Barked Sir Karol Walewski, loyal Petran Patriot. “Good luck enforcing this.” 

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Sorrel looks at his clean hands, hands which had never exhumed a body from a grave in which he had no idea was located, nor was he given order to following his report from Ravenmire. He smirked, murmuring, “Nice try, pal. Stooping as low as to make things up now, like that dastardly Bel Aurum, are we? Just as fictional as your titles, and your position.” Sorrel then guffawed, realizing with a start, “It isn’t as if the charges hold any weight, once the disunion is finally done with! Hah! IDIOT!”

 

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Renilde labored alongside the construction workers - albeit at a much slower rate - to restore her schoolhouse following its desecration by the Alstions’ hounds, the Brigade of Marna. Upon hearing of her charge by the faceless prince, she shrugged, and motioned to the charred state of Courteis Hale. “Should I be this Bel Aurum, it certainly is a shame they burned any sort of evidence they could have had, and killed any witnesses that might have testified.” Renilde continued the restoration of her home, the charge from a greedy nation that would not exist in the next decade the last thing on her mind. 
 

(( after some thought… this is starting to feel like some OOC targeting with getting two of my personas involved now for no reason, when I have gone out of my way not to get involved on Sorrel, my second persona, once this conflict properly broke out to respect the spirit of the rules. ))

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Bon'Ox taps his chin in surprise: "Oh wow - this is almost exactly the same as the bill I made & presented at a meeting with Queen Adalia I, Queen Jadwiga & legionnaires, but towards Brigade of Marna, Enswerp & Rosius!" he says, noting quite a few similarities. "Perhaps the two legionnaire who turn-coated from the legion, delivered it to them? Plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery." the goblin muses. "They can't.. exactly enforce a punishment however still.. ah no one seems to care anymore." With that - the goblin goes & grabs a knife...

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"DOWN WITH THOSE WHO STRIPPED JARL HELVETZ OF HIS LEMON HILL, DEATH DEATH KILL MURDER!" Jon The Lemon Knight screamed, throwing lemons out of his pockets

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Estevot sighs as he reads the missive. "The Queen can be at least understandable, but this Bon'Ox seems to be targeted simply out of disagreement rather than association with any real crimes. Then again, I'm not surprised. Cravers of power always tend to hijack these movements if not defended against." He touches the discolored patches from where he healed from an attack by revolutionaries. "I hope no more innocent people die from this foolish conflict over power and freedom; no matter who wins, it seems freedom will lose."

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"It is often said that age withers the mind," commented the elderly Princess Augusta of Aaun, an aunt to the Apostolic King regarded by the faith and mankind as honourable, yet by the disgraced Queen as 'greedy'. "In her prime, The Queen-Emerita Renilde was brilliant, and welcomed me so humbly into her home when I was betrothed to her son, Paul, who she has discarded from memory. There was a time when she, in fact, favored him." The woman adjusted her wimple as she sunk further into her rocking chair, speaking to her grandson, Louis ( @rep2k). "It is a shame how one so provident, so wise, could sink into the gripping of pride. Mere decades ago, Her Majesty would not have acted this way. If she was not stricken with dementia, I wonder, would she have descended to this decimation of her reputation?"

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goodness these guys

 

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Isabeau retreated home from the Aaunic capital, the red carriage bumping and bouncing along the dirt roads. In the hour or so it took to get from Whitespire to Rosius, she began to re-read her favorite book: Witches of the River by a niche human author, simply known as Eleanor Anne Reeds. The aforementioned book was eerily accurate to the situation plaguing the Heartlands, albeit, set in a small village. The main character of the book, oddly, resembled Renilde - although, she was named Emmeline, and sported gaudy blonde hair. How womanly, Isabeau thought, thumbing the page for note, How womanly it is of me to read a book in times of conflict. Her fingers wrestled with the pages as she tried to flip it.

 

Later that night, she wrote to a certain Alstion princess she had recently acquainted herself with. The note, written on a simple piece of boring white parchment simply read: "Witches of the River by Eleanor Anne Reeds. Published 1902. Eerily similar to the current situation - I'll send a copy."

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