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Helena of Formindon took a deep breath. While overall distraught by the loss of the Cardinal, who had taken care of her Owynistic lectures twenty years earlier was enough of a toll upon her fatigued shoulders, those words he had left struck a nerve deep within her very Soul. Peace... After a visit to the various statues of Saint King Caius, the aging Dame decided it would be best to leave a lit candle under each and everyone of them. After she returned home, she spent some time to hear Bishop Callahan's counsel. "I shall train to avenge his death." the Holy Dame spoke, at last, to her best friend. After picking up her spear, she left for a training journey.

"It should not have been so." declared a most distraught, Holy Princess.

Ludmilla Silvia, scorned from battle, could only cheer for another Adrian victory, one she was unfortunately not apart of. "Next time.." She said as she went on to jump from the walls of the capital, looting the fallen haensers

Sister Angelica of Mont Lemon nods approvingly..

"It's almost like everyone told them so.." said sternly a Holy Dame, who was now filled with sorrow. "Alas, I shall continue to serve GOD and Him only." spake Helena after some consideration.

why do you like vargs so much? whats your favorite aspect?

The Holy Dame Helena of Formindon, to some known as Avalon, runs up to Aaren's flank with her own invitation between hands. "Look!" the Princess chirped with some excitement. "You can come as Bronwyn's plus one!"

"HE STOLE OUR WHOLE FLOW!!!!!" cried a deceitful canonist voidal seer nun to her long time companion, the Bishop Callahan

Angelica of Lemon hill pried through the slits of a curtain at the room lit by candle. There a Bishop sat, and his hand danced on rough paper. No matter the age, his wrist remained as sharp as ever, or so she thought. While unable to peer at the context of such a lengthy letter, it did not take much time for the nun to assume whom it may be directed towards. It was then that she crossed the lorraine, a quiet sigh escaping her gaped maw. A final drum over the wooden curtains announced her departure, her mind troubled by the health of the Bishop.

"The Sythaerins never bear any guilt, don't forget it." Maeralya Sythaerin spake unto her eldest while they discussed such missive

"Suor Angelica dalle colline di limone" nods approvingly of all said, for she had grown up into the woman she is today thanks to the teachings of the very man who now published such a thesis. One she could not possibly disagree with; despite the veiled judgement she had tossed her way. Victim of shame, the blame nun retired to her chambers. In that modest room, she'd kneel before a giant cross, with hands joined together in prayer. "Ave Julietta.." did she start in prayers now lost to time.

While everyone hurries for the single King, a Waldenian Knight by the name of Sir Karl adds "Baron-Emeritus of Wittenbach" to his signature and rushes towards the Queen-mother, ready to add King-Father to his resume.

The little historian Elia Stafyr smiled proudly for her father's work.

"Last time we tried we decided to steal a relic from under their nose and were banished forever." commented Ingrid Mosu, now known as Angelica di Savoia, to her family (The Mosus)

"Towards a prosperous future." mused Helena of Numenost (f. Avalon) with a fond smile.

That's the purpose of the magic and I don't think that can be seen as OOC abuse. It very clearly states in the lore that seers are loyal to each other above all else, changing that in my opinion would be changing a big part of the magic

A young Stafyr weeps for the lack of money! Due to the lack of other options, she ends up praying in her room, so that God may find the funds.

i would like to see this reformatted maybe for better understanding. if there was a little more effort in the formatting (which is totally absent, even in the red lines) it would be easier to understand and maybe we would end up agreeing