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Augustus Blackmont receives word of the declarations in the Dreadfort.

 

"No ruler of mine, this boy. Only the true Emperor Godfrey may command me to war."

 

He sighs and turns back to his letters, and back to the more important matter of war with the Kingdom of Hanseti.

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Elene sits quietly, motionless and statue-like, before speaking finally-

 

"Well....Feck."

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"Good ****, as soon as we're done with Hanseti it will be even better."

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*Mirtok hears word of the new Emperor's plans from another Sariant . . .

 

"Petty border war be damned, the Emperor has issued his call and the loyal shall meet it; For we serve the God Emperor and our oaths unto him shall be eternal until our dying breath and beyond. We must end the Blackmonts, stifle the Northern mutants and rally with the supreme leader into a new age of Imperialism; One never before seen by the eyes of mortal men."

 

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*The Hochmeister sends for the rest of his men to gather in the war room to discuss the coming challenges. He also sends a simple confirmation letter of his undying support to Emperor Horen.

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From somewhere on an island, a certain Priestess hears words of the claims.

She can't stop laughing for the rest of the day.

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Temp stands over a crudely drawn map of Anthos. A few other Roses standing in the room alongside him. The occasional gesture to a landmass occurring from the group followed by hushed chatter. A hooded figure enters the room, handing note to Temp, bowing, then leaving the room. Temp opens the letter looking it over, face remaining blank. He crumbles the note and tosses it over, looking to the group, his scarred left hand sliding across the map. The make-shift wood pegs to represent land claims shifting aside. He looks to the map, rearranging the pegs to represent the new claims, making note of places for ambush and resistance. Temp looks to the group, nodding. He takes a step from the table, calling a courier and requesting meeting with a few friends to deliver final message.

 

As the courier moves to the iron doors, Temp looks back to the huddle, "Come. We've people to speak with." The huddle moves from the table, following in behind Temp as he shoves open the heavy iron doors revealing an unlit staircase, the odor of ale flooding into the concealed room.

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Sha looks at this and growls to herself as she sees this.  She would rip down a declaration and toss it to the side.  "Never happening, I would rather help the Edict than abide by this tyrant!"  With that she would create a small ball of water and toss it at the paper, her eye twitching as the water drenches it.  "Have a nice fall Horen."

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Billy Bob raises his pitchfork upon hearing the news.

 

"Tha's wup Billeh lykes tah hur. Moo-sik 'en tha' eers, gud gurds," he nods thoughtfully as he wipes a large booger onto his trousers.

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Elene held sophia tightly, before standing and heading out to the balcony. The wind blew wildly as she brushed a strand of white hair from her face. Her hand froze as she ran it across her pointed ears, tears streamed down her face, never before has she wished to be a human more than that night. She was proud of her heritage, proud of her nation? No. Even of her current people? That was debateable. Emotions tore her up inside like a raging storm, pulling and tearing at her deepest regrets, fears, and loves. 

 

She looked up to the moon, as it shone brightly down, the tears slowly stopped, on the inside she was still weeping however.

Her thoughts flitted around her mind like a hummingbird trapped in a cage. She thought of her mother, who died before her time. Of her father, who was never truly there for her. Of her old husband, who broke her heart. She thought of Luciel, her precious Luciel. Memories flashed as she remembered the betrayal, the utter hatred she held for her own kind. And then she thought of Uthor, of Quentin and Vivenne. Of every Human, Elf, and Kharajyr who had ever shown her kindness. And she began to weep again.

 

On the Night that the War of Anthos began, a single woman torn between the world she belonged to and the world she was tied to wept,  and she wept for all.

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Ebs reads the decree worriedly, and sets out for Malinor, perhaps more briskly than normal. Rarely do things these days upset the former Prince, who has weathered the worst the Creator has thrown, however, this may be a notable exception.

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