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Maethor Sythaerin ties his bandana to his face, a fellow Ferryman assisting him with his heavy armor.

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SIR GASPARD READS OVER THE PAPER, NOW SHOUTING IN HIS BROTHERS FACE  " I LOVE THIS MAN TOO! "

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The senile Father Petyr expels his bowels in terror over what may come to his diocese just after being elevated to the region's bishop. He laments the possibility of another Battle of Two Churches, a forever-traumatizing event for a priest once in his better years.

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"They have 3 DAYS, as mandated by THE CHURCH. It will be dealt with, the treaty failing is not necessary, it is fine" Brother Franz copes as he writes charters and such for the little Aaun King to sign TOMORROW when everyone is AWAKE and has DONE THEIR PENANCE AND ABLUTION

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[!] Upon noticing the missive, the Royal Chancellor of Aaun shakes his head at the saddening attempt of scaring the common people of Aaun. He then pens the following to the public…

 

”In my power as the Royal Chancellor of Aaun, it is I, Louis-Caspian Dieuxmont de Rosius who shall in this time and hour reaffirm our stance and allegiance, as well as the ever lasting support and loyalty to the Holy Mother Church. Our recent events brought much confusion, but fret not, for the treaty is there to be respected and fulfilled, and the regency followed in only one direction - a righteous one.”

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"The rats of Alstion will agree to anything so long as it saves their own skin. Then they shall wait for the crisis to simmer down before resuming their rodent ways. I say enough words. This they have proven. Their signature to anything now is entirely meaningless and should never be taken seriously lest one wishes to be made a fool of again." Sigmar declared as he offered a nod towards the missive.

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certain man somewhere sets an exact 30 saint's minutes timer 

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Antonio Flavio looks at his clock, rolling over in his bed. "******* morons, it's one in the morning. Let me sleep"

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what's he going to do
 

 

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what's he going to do
 

 

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Look at rep2k comment and dial the clock to midnight back!!! it's not yet happening.

 

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The priest of the Adrians turns to his aging father, the Duke Markus. "I shall march in his Holiness' Defense, if he wishes me to." Vasyl spoke.

 

"Where are my old friends...? Are they with me? Thalien? Rurik? Warlock? We could capture their leaders again... if his Holiness wishes!"

 

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"It has been fifty-two..."An elf in Solgaard muttered, watching the politics unfold at the edge of her seat. She awaited to see what would happen next, not envying those that were on the receiving end of Tiberius' ire.

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