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Hanrahan strides by, and places another copy, with a Blank sheet by it, Lined, Titled "Support."

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Thomas strolls along the notice board, glancing over to the apparent petition. With a quick bringing up of a rod of charcoal, he signs onto it in wonderful script, one that took up two lines:

Thomas Chivay

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Hanrahan strides by, and places another copy, with a Blank sheet by it, Lined, Titled "Support."

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*Quickly walks into Arethor hoping not be noticed and signs his name Xexus Nightheart. He then proceeds to quickly exit before being called filth and attacked. He prays to Velulaei that he lives the whole time he walks to the carriage.*

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*Xexus sends off another letter angrily.*

Dear "Grand Knight",

It is your people who mock us, and for that reason torture us. There is no such thing as stock or jail time in this Empire of yours. Instead there is a noose and abuse. Your "facts" are invalid, and you continue to defend yourself. Also if you offer protection only to Oren Citizens, is that how you treat your guests? You let them die for the sake of your entertainment, or your simple unnecessary hate? I find it ridiculous. Do take great consideration to what is really happening. These men of Oren make simple excuses to kill us, like provoking us so we can say something back. Then they drag us to that stand you have outside your gates and execute our kind publicly. I daresay you spend too much time away from the reality of this. Oren calls us filth and black elves. This racism is just undeniable, albeit you still deny it, and I bet you will continue to. I certainly hope you investigate deeper into this matter before making comments.

Sincerely,

Xexus Nightheart

*Sighs at the lies the fool spreads grunting*

"I do not care for what ye said, Ye go agasint what I say when ye are not even one of the Orenian Citizens, yer are not even an Elven citizen of Oren, and More then half the time the lads deserve it, Ye may mock Oren and such but be warned breaking laws such as ye letters have and ye will be punished, I have no patiances nor mercy for dumfounded lads like ye who get into nation affairs when they are no one"

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Hanrahan Tacks another quick note out.

To state furthermore, I must stress how this protest must be led in Nonviolence! To feel death is wretched, but to serve it is worse! Many things are worth laying your life down for, but very few are worth picking up a blade! Better yourselves, when the opponent raises his fist, you offer your hand in friendship!

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Aedric rides by Arethor, spotting the latest note. He tacks his own on it,

"Or take his hand as a token with a sword."

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Hanrahan strides by, and places another copy, with a Blank sheet by it, Lined, Titled "Support."

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Upon leaving Khel notices the lined paper asking for support. Khel asks for a new quill and the assistant dips it and hands it to him. He holds the quill to his mouth knowing he should not use his real name. He quickly comes up with a human name and writes in large dramatic lettering that says something about the ego of the writer

"Stephen Long-shanks"

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Hanrahan strides by, and places another copy, with a Blank sheet by it, Lined, Titled "Support."

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*sighs once again having to write many letters hours later pinning them under saying*

"Ye must be an Oren Citizen for this to count , Fake names do not count either, so if ye do it feck off ye ruined this and its chances. So shame and laugh on ye"

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Mathus strolls by the notice, Jason Clamedeus, and Mordin Raloch, following suit, he stops at the notice, pondering a bit. He thens begins signing the paper, in big letters, the first half of the phrase in big letters, taking up two lines, the second half taking up another two.

"You are"

All Peasants"

Mathus strolls away, looking around as to make sure no one saw him.

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Hanrahan walks up to it, and Places another Support page beside the other one.

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As High Pontiff Adeodatus the First diligently works and prepares for another long night of running the charity he's rudely interrupted by a peasant. He looks up a bit disgruntled and grumbles. "What is it, boy?" The peasant frowns a bit and puts a paper on Adeodatus' desk. Slowly Adeodatus sets his quill down and picks up the papers, he reads it over and sighs. Calmly looking up at the peasant, he says "You would think that if they claim to be mistreated so much in Oren they'd get the fawk out. But alas, the stubborn elves persist on changing an Empire that isn't theres. It makes me wonder, who is really the human, us or them, it seems like they become more like us everyday...." He grumbles and shoo's the peasant away.

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After Mathus finishes writing on the poster, Jason glances at it and sees what he wrote. Grinning, Jason follows behind Mathus as he strolls away.

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*High commander Khel and his assistant walk through Arethor. He quickly notices the flairs on both sides. He walks up to a flair which rests near the entrance of Arethor. His hands quickly form a fist, causing the whites of his knuckles to show. Khel looks to his assistant*

"Give me a quill"

*The assistant hands him a quill and an ink well, dipping it for him before placing it in his hand.*

*Khel brings the quill to the paper and writes in big letters which will the entirety of the flair which has the royal seal*

"LIES"

*Out of anger and spite Khel slams the quill through the parchment, in the center of the royal seal. The drips of ink slowly make their way down the wall, creating a trail of darkness which touches the floor*

* Khel then Quickly turns on his heel, his purple cloak wiping around him. He turns to his right and leaves the city of Oren on a carriage*

As Khel writes the note, two Royal Guards look at him, shouting ''Oh look its the High Commander'' they start to laugh one hitting his knee cap with his palm.

''High Commander, you see what your little idiotic move into Oren did? You started it.'' As the chuckle one of them resting his hand on his Halberd, that is held upward from the floor.

''Look how you disrespect us, and you wish us to act with mercy to you, and your kind?'' As one of them Points his crossbow towards Khel the other, moving his halberd in front of him.

''You have committed a crime, insulting the Royal Seal, which means you Insult the Emperor which means you Insult Oren, and that demands punishment''

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