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Unsatisfied Stelios frowns. So soon, and yet they maintain banishment on the most loyal of heroes... He shook his head and sharpened his sewing needles for an endless task

Hail the Ancestor, Regulus of Almaris

"Wisdoms shared that contain many layers of truth" Stelios sighed. It's been years since he had last seen his great cousin. The city grows bright, and yet for someone who polished her so well during the times of trial, perhaps above all others, to not see him basking in her splendor and success? Now that's sad too.

A silvery hoplite raises his spear to the lady of brilliant war "Praise Holy Krugmenistan, her lands bring forth the blessings of immolating fire" he glanced back to the cruel brazen bull, representative of those flames

A silver extremist takes ahold of the paper and frowns. He had many examples written, but the sky god's fan busted. He glanced down to other stories. "The invaders made a mistake in pursuing battle against such a disciplined force. We bested them, even with nonsensical orders, such as to seize the bravest, and most loyal of the allies of the Sol Entante whilst the battle is yet raging, the one who may be possibly the greatest hero of our generation, shows just what motivates the commander of that battle. Could it be, he didn't want certain others to gain more fame and glory than he?" He quirked a bemused brow, passing the paper on to the other lads while he grabs a barbel.

Sillumiric extremists speak amongst one another. The thing of night comes before the sun.

A poet takes ahold of this. Going off to discuss with the lads at the iron temple gym "Witness, for this one speaks as the master of the pure cult'

"Hmm, strangely not the first time our beloved sohaer has let primal feelings get in the way of higher thoughts and deeds." The youthful lad clad in his toga returns from fishing, reading the paper between dives in those warm seas for beautiful silvery pearls

"One earned through spears of bronze, silver tongued, large desires, and huge privilege. A ladly affair. Larihei The Mother smiles on us, the blessed below the sun" Replies a high elven hoplite to an old man. "Maehrsae Hiylun'ehya"

"Praise the lad who would practice one of our highest art, purity and perfection. Silver tongue tempered in that temple of iron. The lads are the most brilliant of silvered posts!" Praises the youthful poet. Thinking about sewing the young lad a new toga

"You should have. Our most loyal citizens have brilliant relations because of our colonies and practices. You didn't think The Horde ever truly ended, lad?" Silvered Stelios polished his scales of bronze as well as his brilliant silver shield. "Ay'Haelun'or, Ay'Sulianpoli, Ay'Larihei of war"

Glances reading over this, polishing each scale of bronze on his linothorax. "We haven't gotten our kattul. They would be worthy sacrifice to greater spirits as Agis would have seen fit."

"Not bad, but these Valah still trust delusional ata over the real lives of the pure true cihizens. Only the unenlightened act as they do"

The word of the death traveled quickly. A lad began to polish his bronze scales. "The lads are not going to like this"

"For those who remember, let's not forget their deeds, and those who saw their visions through" Another high elf thought of his cousin, who would do great to honor the fallen. He sighs, frowning at the administration's chamber. Is this how they wish to reflect upon victories? May the fallen be honored, but those yet living who harried us to victory. Are they not worthy of recall? He scoffs. Turning towards his papyrus to write moody poetry