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A certain mouse of Hyspian tongue, an older fellow who had journied far and wide, soon to return home from a long... long penance had procured the missive from a curious onlooker in the conflict. He didn't need to speak towards the empty rooms, in its stead he merely waddled along in his older age. Knowing damn well the homies of Krugmar would get their revenge against the racists.

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Voting Ballot ((Minecraft Name: Gzetic_Gzipe)) Name: Seabreeze Age: 56 Vote 1: Seabreeze Vote 2: Seabreeze Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya

A forgotten and yet so... close returnal of an enemy to the lines of golden prosper sounded nothing but rage. Rage against a machine which rigged none other than itself. For as they claimed their collection of pension and precision, a shambling foe of umbra had come to collect- And his price was nor blood neigh even benign words. For he had come to collect an old friend, and his loss of an eye and a life of his own would not stop the penance. It truly was comical what a little care could get one.... Even if that care was for a now-immortal of red drapes and crimson ideals.

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"'Dis why mouse was told to no allow bronze-hats and Varus frens in... 'Dey be violent and stuff, superiority no work when ju are getting ruled by the person ju think is lesser." The mouse shook their head

I BROKE ALL THE WINE GLASSES, SORRY P.s from Seabreeze, I find cool stamp in office, I take it and use from now on, Love Seabreeze. Food is life blood of mouse, az chef mouse extradoinairine, mouse is required to learn how to culinary art. And so Blessed Citizens of Oren, I bring ju this recipe I made. Okeh, to begin we are going to take noodle from cupboard, do not do as Seabreeze does and break all the wine glass and tea cup, this is mistake, but not unfixable mistake. Next, ratto take giant pan, again, do not break glass, and I bring it over towards furnace, stoke flame using Aquae Vitae, and set pan down on it. There was also a couple of matches, but eh... I forget how to use this. Okeh, now we get water, it has to be clean water, or tea alternatively. Now, when cast iron skillet get really hot, and paladin friend is coughing from teh fume of big boom that happened when throw Aquae Vitae in furnace, den ju throw in noodle. Now, get out sauce, any sauce do but bright red sauce is preferrable. Add to red sauce anything green, but mouse like the following. Gill'Rik Ungri Underlord Special Weed Cublets, Parsley flake, diced Mushroom, an if ju want to get very spicy, find any sort of alchemy herbs and throw dem in. Now, get out plate, this important for serve, and make sure ju save mushroom for toppings. Use bronze knife ju find on ground to get noodles out of pot, and throw them on plate, drink brof to if ju want. Break tea cup on wall of kitchen for good luck, and then add following: Noodle, Red Sauce, Top with Mushroom. This is recipe for 'Breeze Coastal Pirate Shanker', is homemade recipe. Tehenk ju Signed, Seabreeze, also known as; Biggie Breeze, Big Chumps, Breezy, Pirate Overlord of Swamps, Friend of Sand Robots, Banana King of Haelun'or, Haelun'or, Tax Evader of the Elysium Tree House, Bane of Haelun'or, Banana Brawler, Window Breaker and Enterer, Alchemist, Mercatorii Operative, and the CHEF MOUSE _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ (Depiction of the Rat in question by a Blessed Citizen visiting the kitchen) ________________________________________________________________________________________________ P.s, Join Blue Beret for Peacekeeper!

A certain rat was too busy eating a whale bone he had found on on his raid of the Haelun'or kitchen to read, but they were still very much definitley capable of understanding this missive as they continued to eat meat.

Seabreeze, guard and parkour enthusiast of Ivarielle, and the rat that attempted to give Ayliana a fish one time, and was also a Pirate-Captain-Rat, Bane of Haelun'or, Banana Brawler, The Great Divider, Under Tail Seabreeze, Hair Eater Supreme, Taco Maker Initiate, Magician Wizard, Orange Cube Creator, Sea-Salt Chocolate Enjoyer, Tea Consumer, and the one whom wrought out the very soul of a guy by hissing at him, looked over the missive. The schizophrenic rat immediately began to talk into a room filled with literally no one else in a quiet desk room in Haelun'or, since his friends had gifted him an office since he was also now apart of E.L.F with the Blue Berets. "What is this? I cannot read, why I am being quoted on this, where am I? Where are my homies and why is it so dark all of a sudden? And why does it kinda smell sorta.. Funky... In here? Where is my fishing rod? Where is my bananas, and why am I talking into a room full of nothin- I mean er... Yes this is completely against what I have seen! Ayliana and Ivarielle the homies, they gave me a banana and some corn nuts!" The rat proclaims as he realizes that he didn't even have a missive and was just imagining it the entire time, as the rat soon looks towards his personal cut out doll of Braxus Ni'leya, stroking it gently as he put it back on the shelf of other High Elven Literature such as the missive that discussed 'High Elven.... 'Blood lines'" As soon the musin walked outside, hoping to find some more food at the least, for the feller was never without hunger

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That chill down the spine of the dead. Their deeds unfilled and their hardened and boiled mental state coming to a sudden halt, their famished progress on something surely hideous and dark in nature was stopped suddenly, as they removed their own treated lenses preventing them from further gaining flared sparks in their eyes, for a second damnable time. He roamed the empty and desolate halls of a once brimming fortress, tucked 'neath a tree and a chapel that brimmed with the stench of blood and broken promises, attempting his best at a sorrowful smile towards the books that now lay caked with dust in cases filled with half-truths and even more reasons to regret. He had already attempted his best at ignoring these taunts from the light, how that baking ball of light in the sky mocked his undying flesh and red spirit. He had already set in motion so many deaths- That- For him to be the loser was naught but an impossibility in his mind. He had only the vague idea of why he always ended up back here, whether it be from challenging the Light-Bringers or rectifying the false-amenities of the flesh. He always had retorts for their questions and their raging justice-filled blisters, the kind that he wanted to swat down with sword and arrow, the kind that he promised so many to rid. He was wrong so many times now, even so, as that passing warmth came over a rather cold and dusty being, one that had almost entirely transfigured towards another- Some tens of years ago, when he believed. He was attempting his best to keep a calm head, despite his orders that he should indeed act as rampant as they come. For even in moments of weakness there was an abided code that the Dark-walkers over yonder followed. A tenant of strength and action over words and power. They say that when a man is stumbled even once in a stride for his life or goals, he is forever crippled towards the inertia that initially drove him. The momentum that power that he built falls slowly, as if leaking from an unseen wound. And even now as the undead Poltergeist of the long-rained chapel rose from his sanctuary of lazily dusted stone, he felt himself as lost as he did on the day of his renewal in the land of the undeath. Where were they, where was the one taunting his very presence with that smell and building rumble of light. Where was the gazers of the burning ball in the sky? Where were they hiding? Why did they of all times now decide that upon this day, should they taunt the forces at bay. O' pray o' pray no longer, said the Xionist towards the Pagan, O' pray o' pray no longer said the words of the Xionist to the masses, and still despite those ringing words they were still floundering in emotions of the flesh, desperately clinging towards them as a vital sanction that they required to function. They gripped their hands shut, their glistening eyes finding mist in its same color underneath that still burning tree. The distant creatures that found themselves within an amiable earshot soon fled, and for the briefest of moments, a raging scream filled the air in rampant denial and defiance of what had become. Maybe... Just maybe... It was time for the bell to toll again... As an accord forged in Umbral was something always to be renewed, under bleak stars.