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The lips of a blind hybrid curled up into a smirk. "Truly a powerful woman." she stated to her nephew, who had brought over the news.

"I LOVE MY TALONNII!" A Tennallar exclaimed proudly after reading the story

Far away, a step sister cried. Between a sob and a sniffle, she would soon enough learn to not feel hatred anymore.

"All too true." painfully mused a former Adrian, damned to spend the rest of their life in the cold of the North, eaten by regret.

Ingreid Freyja of Redclyf-Rozania was happy to finally have a new land to call home!

Returned to her room, Ingrid reflected upon the past week. It was most tiresome, with many disadventures. But some could say it was a common Redclyfian day, no different from their tea parties. “Kinslayer.” “I decide if you live or not.” “I am going to need a cane.” Everyone let her down. Her brother was slain by the dishonorable Uruks, and now a child was left to rule. So she rested in her bed, blindness conquering her mind. She could not see, and neither could she cry. She wanted to burst out and let all the anger flow away, but she had no power or ability to. Her eyesockets were, at this time, completely empty. Her own kin had craved out the entirety of her eyes, leaving but a couple of hollow caves. Such was the Redclyfian way, and she accepted it. What is this feeling? I can see. Ingrid’s vision was blurry at first, then slowly it progressed into a clearer sight. She could see. By her bed stood her father, Kol Ragnarrsson Mosu. She rubbed her eyes, twisting her head to the side. It was really him, and she could see. A brilliant, blinding light shone from the window. A single raven sang from the rotting tree standing before the glass. What an odd mixture. The now awake woman went to stand, she touched her father and made sure he was physical. A squint, a blink, a hug. Then suddenly, that singing crow ceased. Her gaze was diverted to the window, and a howling laughter echoed through the room - loud enough to make the glass shake and tremble. When she looked back at her father, he was no more. Instead, a tall blonde figure had replaced him. The figure laughed at the poor girl, whose vision began to fade again. Her pupils darted up to his face to get one last look before fading back into darkness. Adaranth. Instantly did Ingrid back away, falling back onto the bed. The man continued to laugh, making fun of his victim. Was he pestering her sleep now? Her eyes were not enough of a steal. The woman crawled up on the bed, bringing her legs close to her chest and hugging herself tightly, she was alone now. The night went by with great turmoil, the troubled half-elf awakening in her bed filled with rage. Ironic how, despite the great emotions flowing through her entire being, she would carry on with her day. Life would continue to go on, she would serve her family, and she would not complain anymore, for she learned her lesson through punishment. No. I cannot die. With a red bandana around her visage, the woman began to sew and mold a crimson cloth, ready to be attached to the old set of plates she had found long ago. Her hand danced over the cloth, now turned into a fine cape for her blackened armor. Blood and Faith.

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Ludmilla left her guest room in the North and halted her travels to check out the new Adrian country drip.

The rat child of the Hyspian harlot snickered menacingly to herself from the tulip garden of Pacida, hoping that after stealing Blanca's father and shoes, she could go on to steal her room too.

The sister of Bjorn the brave licked clean her sword from the urukian blood upon beheading the fallen orc. "You did not die for nothing, brother." the young woman muttered, a hand over her heart. In the meantime, her cousins prepared to hang the headless body.

Safe in a now hidden place, Ingrid Freyja Ophelia Agata Fiona was mourning and praying for her brother. Tears streamed down and through her face while her hand caressed the surface of the artifact he died defending. The only thing she had of him after his body was stolen and dishonoured.

Ludmilla was utterly and absolutely shocked!

"Woah! Another rebellion!?" commented Ludmilla after accidentally stumbling upon the missive. "I'm glad she's got new guards protecting her." she moved her hand to her chest in a closed fist, nodding solemnly.

Melinda the Squire could not believe her adopted and disowned grandpa had finally died. Despite being mad at the old knight, she could not hold back tears. He was gone forever, and she could not apologize for the heated discussion they had. "Thank you for being the grandfather I never had..." she muttered moments before dipping her head into her pillow and falling asleep.

"Heinrik abdicated..?" commented Ludmilla, reading the missive from what was now her home. "No... He can't. None is ready to step up..." she added, tearing the missive into pieces.

In the safety of her father's room, a now mature Bishop read the works of her father, seemingly unaware of the chaos that unwavered in the elven lands. Being notified of the death of her uncle thrice removed, she could not help but break in tears. "I'm sorry Angelika..." she muttered after a sniff and a sob.

"WOAH!" EXCLAIMED LUDMILLA EXCITEDLY

"NOOOOO" THOUGHT LUDMILLA AS SHE HEARD OF HER DEAR FRIEND'S FALL

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Ludmilla was oddly amused by the war declaration. "Woah... They know how to make war..." she thought to herself upon reading the entire missive from within her house where she had just returned after the conclusion of the Duma.

The following words I have written are the concerns and thoughts of an Aaunic commoner regarding the Canonist coalition and their behavior, especially that of the pontiff. The excommunication Adultery I believe I have not ever seen the Duke with another woman. I lived in his keep, guarded him at all times; not a letter, not a word, not a gaze. The Duke loves his wife, for not even death did them apart. He loves their children and he their people of Adria. The people have not been given the chance to even see these alleged letters, and were simply expected to blindly believe that the Duke had an affair with his cousin of all people. When Her Grace, Renilde of the Petra was accused of adultery, the letters were published for all too see. I do not give this accusation any relevance, and will continue to believe it false till proper proof is given. Azdrazi The Duke has said to be guilty of this, which is terrible. He should repent and find forgiveness through proper means, which is not death. This point is not so much about the Duke, but more about the Pontiff. The Duke has been excommunicated for consorting with the same daemons the pontiff had meetings and exchanges of letters with. I believe if one is to be punished, then the other should too. If the Duke should be beheaded and shamed in public, why shouldn’t the pontiff? Why should one be put on trial while the other is guilty of the same crime? The hypocrisy on this point specifically is upsetting. No man should sit above others and judge for crimes he himself has committed. The Pontiff is hence guilty of consorting with the same daemons he so much denounces. The Church is corrupt - there is no denying this anymore. People from the whole continent witnessed this the moment the pontiff admitted to consorting with the daemons. The trial Guest rights It was the Duke’s impression that when summoned to a trial, he was granted guest rights. However, this was quick to be ignored. As soon as the sentence was given, and the anathema declared guilty, every soldier in the room unsheathed their weapon. The Church, once more, proves to be not only corrupt but dishonorable too. I hope every man of religion may see this, and understand that reform is due. As long as misguided preachers sit upon thrones, there will never be fairness and God’s words will go unheard. The slaying It is rumored that multiple people were slain in front of the Church after being captured, simply for standing with their Duke. While this is understandable - Where is their trial? Why were they simply executed? Were they allowed to give their case? The assault on Adria Battle priests Multiple priests were spotted among the lines of the coalition, something unacceptable. The Patriarch of Haense, who sat as a judge in the Duke’s trial, was one of them. Priests being among the ranks of an assault is something I did not want to see, and only further proves that this coalition does not act on behalf of GOD, but on behalf of the Aaunites who, being defeated by Adria, decided to hide behind their FOUR kingdoms. Yet they still lost against a single Duchy. Church shelter Having no chance of winning, despite greatly outnumbering the Duchy of Adria, the forces of the coalition hid in our own chapel. They dared violate holy grounds with their human bloodshed. This simply goes to show that the coalition does not act with GODAN’s grace in mind, but simply to conquer land for their own personal agendas. In short, the Church is corrupt and should be cleansed. The Pontiff consorts with Azdrazi and admits such openly. I wonder what else he is hiding, perhaps he is a vampyre? SIGNED, Hiro Huevos, Protector of the Heartlands and the Canondom, concerned Citizen of the Barony of Acre and concerned Canonist.

The tired officer-scout of Adria wiped the sweat from her forehead, many a plate lying about the now bloody free city of Velec. "We won." she muttered with much joy, although not as much vigor. She was covered in scratches and bruises from head to toe, but it was worth it. They claimed another victory.

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