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“Once again, well-decided by Her Eminence. Let us hope her words and deeds can be the backbone of a true peace,” says Davide.

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"Torugr love Big Sky Creator!" chants Torugr, praying to his totem of Exalted Horen.

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read the missive, the King then dipping his head "Finally"

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Father Marc applauded the stance of the Holy See, pleased to see that some of his petitions had been accepted by His Holiness and His Curia. "Finally." he said, nodding as he read the official missive from the Church.

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The Norn ponders his own orb, stolen from Aaun. "The Great schism is forming, I have seen it. All have seen it." He says towards his great Norn companions. 
 

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"Hrm. I see." Cathan tossed the letter to the side, as the Aaunites appeared to be using the church to their own devices. This secular war was turned into a religious war - purely for politics so that a man may escape permanent justice in the form of a larger Victor's Justice, and nothing else.

 

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A shepherd, heretical by all means, scratched his head. "I preferred the writings of the late Pontiff..." 

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Estevot silently prays that the other nations heed the Church's warnings. He doesn't want war. 

 

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An aging, broken man reads the missive, seated atop a long flight of ruined stairs. His eyes  were glued upon the final sentences. Weary gaze drifted away from the parchment, towards the ruined city of Winburgh, down below him. He stared. Justice denied for one, but granted for others.. The wind blew through the hollowed walls and buildings of his childhood home, it howled as though the very city itself was wailing, crying.. Begging to be avenged.

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Unfortunate. Current Data suggested that this outcome was unlikely. Yet, the Automaton concluded, it was still within the realm of possibility. The only wrinkle was in how this came about. The Conclusion was possible, but the logic required for it was not detected. Strange. What could have possibly occurred that would allow this to come to pass? 

 

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