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Valentin rolled one, sticking the spliff directly between his lips. A chuckle escaped him, a certain madness lurking in his eyes. "He couldn't keep his wife, how does he expect to keep a country he's no claim to? Madness!"

Valentin Mareno, sworn protector of Renilde I eyes the missive with great distrust. "Paul, I've come to fulfill my end of the deal. Your posthumous payments kept me afloat all these years, I suppose I've a job to do."

Valentin Mareno begins to weep uncontrollably, the memories of his fallen comrades flooding back into his head. Oh if they only knew what they were dying for, what all their sacrifice would lead to. "Old Comrade, how I've failed you. I'm so, so sorry."

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"For GOD and a righteous and Canonist Norland!" Spoke the Acolye, a smile upon his face.

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A teal-faced marauder sat high upon the orcish construction, eyes cast down upon the field of death left in the battle's thunderous wake. Upon the ground he spotted the mangled form, trampled beneath torrents of boots. The armor caught his eye, it was from land's so far from where it's wearer now lay. He turned his head, unable to look any longer. "Just another soldier, that's all." He reassured himself, grimacing.

An old mercenary grins from the seven skies, a deep laugh escaping him as the memories flooded back. "Ah! The Silver Isles Campaign! Mad Freddy! What strange times to live in."

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Excitedly has my family This is a cry for help Ave Renatus

so when we pushed (redacted) into the river was he in the wheelchair or not (please answer)

Welcome to the Moderation Team Union, please have your membership card stamped as you come through the door. (We have potlucks on Sundays someone needs to make casserole thank you)

Valentin stared down at the report, clutching it in gloved hands as a confused expression took form on his weathered face. The aged soldier had been travelling, seeing the world as he left the old country behind to stretch his legs for a few years. He had to squint hard for a moment, his eyes weren't what they used to be after all, but he could have swore he saw mention of a Novellen on his shores. "Blimey, I thought Ol' Gustaf did away with these bastards. Where did they turn up from? A vacation resort?" He snickered, the memories flooding back as he gazed out across the great forests of the heartlands. "I reckon he blames himself, for Mad Freddy n' that. Don't worry son, your father didn't bite it because you abandoned him. It was fate, not a fault of yours!" The Mareno cackled, twirling with intoxication as he sauntered down the wooded path. "He comes back again! Back again! Spawn o' the coward comes back again! Oh-de-do-da-day!" And as he carried on into the woods, his crude lyrics and tone grew muted beneath the trees.

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"NUB WAE." Connak screamed at the missive, throwing his hands skyward before collapsing to his knees and begging for forgiveness from Malin. Connak had considered Vytrek his father, but had seemingly lost his way.

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Valentin was spinning in his room, what felt like vomit bubbling up in his throat caused him to heave forward. "Good GOD! Cousin, what is wrong with you? I've got to see my cousin."

"By Wyvurn they continue to betray the vision. Where did we go wrong?" Connak asked himself, confused beyond belief.

Connak gazes upon the missive with an odd quirk of his brow. Yawning he finishes it off, the sleepy 'fenn simply befuddled by it's contents. "Oh, hmm. I suppose, yeah, maybe. Is this-Yes, yes it is. They're finally gone, thank Wyvurn."

The Mali'fenn raged at the parchment, screaming to himself in the snowy wastes of the north. "No, no! Not his legacy, you can't take his legacy and shred it up at a whim! You bastards, unforgivable shells of Mali! I never should have trusted you 'thill, never!"

An aged Mali'fenn looks over his sword, the dried blood that stained it's once shimmering steel bringing him a deep sorrow. "Is it true? All I've fought for, is it all over? Vytrek, if you could see us now."