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Relnol Loa’Chil would rub his hands together with a greed infested smirk plastered across his face, ear to ear. “An opportune for more mina.”

Qadir Ibn Qamar Al-Nabeel was tugged along by Safar across the sands, releasing a spurt of blood within his final moments. "Abee, forgive me." He'd let his eyes rest, closing them at last, he had been at some peace with himself.

Relnol Loa'chil nodded upon receiving the parchment. "Our High Prince summons Malin'or to Nor'Asath. Wonderful, this makes for excellent ploys to receive mina for our treasury. Along with much publicity." The ker grinned from ear to ear.

Pyrin Nria-Crane, a man amongst the crowd who had stuck out like a sore thumb due to his exterior. Most find the concept of an elf, nonetheless a dark elf confusing. Alas he had been born of poor heritage, that of a hybrid.Cast into a hell-ish scape he had been fond of up until he became that of a young adult. Contempt with his life, his family, his friends, his nation. Abandoned and tossed aside from his Mother, Father, Sister, and Elder Brother. Friends of Elysium had turned their backs when he required a guide most. Whilst the pain, hatred, and agony built up and teared at his insides, he looked onwards to relieve his pain with combat and militaristic strategy. .. Through the tragedy of the comrades he lost along the way, he had still found light upon the world. Reuniting with his best and only friend, one of Vanari blood , gaining others like that of Solros and de Astrea. Gaining his first love, short lived as that was, his spiral had begun. Facing hardships and cold depression, a blood soaked revenge was washed over the Young Ker before he had even struck the age of thirty. Causing him to act irrational and be stripped of his uniform and post within the military. ... Years to come he’d weep within his household, only coming out once to witness the death of his last family member, his dearest Aunt. Realization striking, stirred up a storm of vexation, resentment, and rage. Tearing at himself he’d vanish from society, hunting anything that’d take the chance at himself. Seeking a blood strewn victory or a death like the rest of the men he’d witness fall. Losing an arm and his pride in the process. Upon such he’d withdraw from his vengeful battlefield. .... Dreamt of being an honorable or heroic figure for generations to come, now a washed up fool destined for a forgetful death. Only few names could spring into his mind as he’d seal his eyes shut for a final time. Ellathor. Oliver. Nisreen. Three figures he’d think of for his lifetime that felt as if an eternity, fading away like flashing lights. Upon the figures of the darkness, seemingly growing cold. The washed up bastard only came to mutter few words before passing on. “This isn’t fair.”

From the depths of the woods a man of the farfolk nodded in agreement to the message. "A man I can agree with, Aye." A bright smiled formed upon his face as he stared upon the parchment. Stepping from brush of the forests in the west, the light of the sun illuminated his large gash and wide smile from ear to ear. "I shall follow this man with all my heart, for he speaks wise words. Bold enough to even call out a tyrant." The fellow cackled as he'd traverse down the path.

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A dark elf looked over the parchment before placing in on the floor of his hole. “Soon will our home be finished.”

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A once renown figure in elysium tosses the parchment aside. “What shall this ignorant tyrant do now?” Returning to his hideout.

Pyrin Nria-Crane glanced briefly at the parchment after struggling with his single hand as he’d open it. “I see.” Allowing for brief words to be exchanged amongst himself. “Who will be next to perish on the great schemes of the mortal coil.” Letting his thoughts flow as he pondered upon the subject. “Nontheless, an honorable woman. Shame she died for such an awful nation. One day shall her name see light brought upon it.” The Ker whistled for his steed, hopping atop it and riding off through the brush of Elysian Territories, still a fugitive in the lands.

Qadir Ibn Qamar Al-Nabeel glanced over the parchment briefly before setting it into the sands of the desert, continuing to wander. Shedding few tears to the passing of the dictators. “ Once I find Abee and Ummi, they will fix everything. ” The young adult allowed the tears to flow, before wiping them away and furthering his treacherous search. Alone.

The Ghost of William Darkwood smiles in disbelief of the reuniting of his family in the lands where they belong. “If only it was one from a different line that recommended such, instead it was a descendant of Velhrun.”

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Kendrick stripped away his Petran Legionnaire uniform as he took his leave from the Estate Of Luscnia. Carrying a picture frame with nine figures plastered onto it, his family. “Perhaps I’ll meet you all again. My beloved family, I shall miss you all.” The man would fit chain mail and plate garments across his body as he rode upon horseback just east of what Arichsdorf was. “Ida, Annuum, Sergio, Luna, Penelope, and Atticus.” Fitting a mask upon his face to blend with the chain mail over his head. Tossing a white cloak over his body and fitting a silver head piece to keep it in place.

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Kendrick Nightingale glanced at the parchment. "Why must we argue who's right and who's wrong. If you truly care about the empire you would settle these disputes and rebuild. Instead you tear us further and further apart." Kendrick tipped his hat downwards to lean back and rest. "Stirring up the citizens and not trying to save the Kingdom from dismay, Idiots."

Pyrin Nria-Crane tossed parchment into a candle flame. The Ker slammed his bare palms upon the table in an aggressive manner. The Young Lord spiraled into a fit of utter rage.“Why am I here, to suffer this dreadful hell.” An example of the thoughts that rushed through his head. “Why?” It was like a tsunami of agony had rushed over himself. “Why? Slammed his right hand upon the desk harder. “Why?” His brow furrowed as his head pounded, his heart beat raced as sweat leaked from the pours. “Why?” Pyrin’s breath would pick up, similar to experiencing a panic attack. “WHY?” His hands beat upon the table, letting out hollers of anger. Raising his fist once more he’d direct it towards the window before himself, smashing it into pieces. Blood flowing down his forearm as shards of glass stuck out, pricking his skin. Pyrin pressed his hands back upon the desk as he stood tall over it. Seemingly he began to calm down, standing tall and running his blood stained hands through his hair. An attempt to calm himself down it was, coming to a single resolution. “I’m the problem with this world..”

Prince Qadir Al Nabeel watched the storms of sand rage as the clouds piled up in awe. Only did he wonder as to what was to become of the Fakhr Oasis. “I worry for the Oasis.”

Kendrick Nightingale glanced over the parchment. “Godspeed Soldier.”

Pyrinn stared blankly at the man. “This is the second floor, we’re two stories off the ground. How long have you been there. Clearly long enough to see me read and talk to myself over this subject. I’m concerned over whether or not the King is stalking me.”

Pyrin Nria-Crane stared at the missive blankly before tossing it aside with a look of disgust. “Malin? Half breeding?” His brow furrowed. “They won’t get past the front gates, We have a king who cowers in the shadows and a Commander who hides his men in a fortress.” The Ker stated within his clan home. “Do harm as they wish, for Elysium has tarnished the strength they once had due to the ill nature of Eugeo De Astrea. A man without resolve or courage.”

Sergeant Major Kendrick Nightingale read over the missive. “Our last grenadier, dead.” He frowned before setting fire to the parchment with candle flame. “Ave Orenia, Sergeant.”

Sir James Madron smiled upon the seven skies as he saw his friend Vladrick. “Old bat finally joined me.” He’d approach to give his old comrade in arms a hug.