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The fort falls. The dwarves scatter like rats.
 

"Another threshold crossed." Sir Lothar mused, gazing at the dwarven corpses littering the battlements. "How many more until I might claim what Augustus earned? How many until Kazordin becomes d'Amaury's mantle as much as his?"
 

The men of Lorraine plant their standard regardless. The Golden Oak grows.

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The Lord Vander recovered from the balista bolt to the leg he suffered, rising from his bed, he dubbed the Hero, 'Onion Knight', as a member of the peerage. Miraculously, he was already healed.

 

"Until it is over."  He moved to the large table nearby, pushing a piece, represenative of the Dragon Knights, towards the nearby field.

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Caius II clutches a bloodied banner of the Church, preparing to carry it eastward, so the borders of the Kingdom of the Virtuous may be expanded.

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"BRAVE SOLDIERS!! WE SHALL FIGHT TO THE VERY END AND BEYOND" the wounded Salvian commander cried out to his rangers, before they made the long trek to regroup and rearm.

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Tar-Zôrzagar and the Idunian Host continued onwards with his allies!

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Skull Admiral Kato Ena directs for a resupply from the Ichiro Class Bubfish as he’d send the Shugo’s Marines eastwards inland to continue the invasion assault. Still he sought out the Pink Witch among the dead. And still she evaded him yet again.

 

”no questions or doubts shall be allowed, all traitors will be disavowed”

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Archie Mareno laid sick in bed... A Myrine nurse entered, reading the letter and soon, the Marneo smiled.

 "I'm sure Ghetsis's cannon crew did wonders" He nodded, drifting off to sleep again.  

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Enrique had, in an unlikely manner, found himself in the vanguard at some point. Bereft of a command but still having seen enemy action on this day, the old man begun maintenancing his dented arm and tightening his knee joint up for the next go-around.

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The campfire burned low. Cassius sat there alone.

A runner came. Handed him the missive. Left.

Cassius read it. His Golden eyes moved slow across the words. The Emperors words. The fortress had fallen. The imperial march was continuing.

He finished.

He looked at the fire.

Then he stood up. Crumpled the parchment in one of his massive hands and just tossed it into the flames.

It caught. Curled. Blackened. Became nothing.

He sat back down.

"Pretty words."

He reached for his tankard.

"Burn just the same." He muttered.

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Now wheelchair-bound from a ballista bolt injury sustained in battle, Father Martin pours over the emperor's intentions to press the advantage. He hopes that the war is able to come to a swift close before any excessive casualties are taken. Nevertheless, he supports the war effort and continues to help where he can.

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Maximilian Caius Horen watched as fifty cannonshots, twenty-five ballista bolts, and ten trebuchet-hewed stones slammed into the camp. "Erm..."

 

...A bit later he stood over some dwarven corpses. "We got a bit lucky..." He began surreptitiously drawing cancer siege camp plans, blessing that Haakon's bloodline had persevered and carried another war.

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