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Who would win the warclaim, Oran or Norland? https://www.miaminorlandshs.org/

Aobh would ask herself the same question. With a similar sigh, the 'Thill would put on heavy duty boots, preparing for the days to come. After all, she did genuinely, truly, despise rodents.

Something something redacted cheers Edit: Beat Epistile lets go

Aobh would finally find Caspian, herself wielding an old crutch. "You stupid oem'ii." She'd huff, whacking him over the head repeatedly with the object. Once satisifed he had been thoroughly bonked about she would add "But ti, you're right on the Norlandic throne comments." With that, she'd depart once more.

At the mention of Salvus something within Ratcliffe stirs. Was it wroth? Anger? Sorrow? Joy? Only time would tell. For now, however, his arms crossed with contempt. He was tired of war, tired of Sutica pretending it would ever be close to what Salvus was.

The Yung Merc, from somewhere in the world, holds aloft a carrion black. "The Barclay difference." She'd remark, thinking of all of the Barclays she had met. "I reckon the Seven Skies welcomes them all with open arms. If only valah lived longer lives."

"Elysium burns people? News to me." Would state 'The Hanged Man', a ranger of little renown within the duchy of Elysium. They then shrug. "Perhaps you have Elysium mistaken for another city." They'd somehow manage to say to Alyssa, ignoring the Karin. "Wait." A pause. "How did I get in here again..." They'd trail off and swiftly depart the woman's home!

Ratcliffe, having been followig Theoderic around until Ratcliffe was unfortunately trapped in the Sutica meeting room would, eventually, once free, hear of Sven's response. He'd shake his head in disgust and disappointment. On parchment he would write to Theoderic, the only descendant of the man he had once so faithfully served as a Duke's Guard. 'No true Edvardsson would write a response like a wig wearing Orenian. A shame Godric's wife was unfaithful, it shows the further down the line you go. Or maybe he's just busy. Then again, probably not, maybe he's just too busy in hiding, haven't seen the man since he declared war anyways.' He then considers the possibility that the human bard, Sven, survived over three-hundred years before finishing his thought on the parchment. 'Perhaps Sven was turned into an undead after his hanging, like Tyr and Amice. A shame the religion of your people has been so corrupted. Reminds me of the knight I served under..' That relic of an 'Ame would shudder at the memories. Wars from Anthos and onward raged on his mind. Yet Ratcliffe shrugged it off after some time had passed. After all, over five hundred years of life had given him the tools to deal with what he had been through, to guard the linage he had last vowed to protect. That horrifically scarred soldier of no renown continued onward, ever at the flank of Theoderic as the Fatherist Keeper carried on.

Ratcliffe simply remains locked in the Sutican meeting room. He slept, it seemed, through the entire ordeal where she was murdered. Some confusion was evident upon his face, however, once he heard the news. His thoughts were as follows: Didn't we just speak with her? and Does anyone even use this room? Let me out already!

Aight think I just had a seizure, cheers

Ratcliffe, though not present, would silently cheer on Haskir for killing the mouse. In truth, though he was an 'ame by birth, Ratcliffe was a rat by nature and rats are born to hate and kill mice. He would be certain to applaud the kharajyr the next time they saw one another, though it had been some winters since the last they had spoke.

Ratcliffe would set up a rocking chair in the middle of Sutica. Finally. The mute 'ame would think to himself as he slouched into it. Somewhere quiet and empty. It was not to last, however, as the Haelun'or raiding party entered, the first life he'd seen in weeks. With a sigh, he'd wave to Haskir in some defeat, perhaps there would be peace and quiet another day.

Still less relevant than Hareven, mans been everywhere!! !! 😏

how does this make you feel

Why are you like this?

A quick reply would come from the once loyal Duke's guard. A smile, rare, formed along the 'Ame's burnt face as he too, for once, had a penpal that wasn't southern. "Only in passing, what significance did they have?" Read the letter from Ratcliffe.

"Well, yes, actually, a Horen does sit on the throne. The woman Godric married, who had multiple affairs and gave birth to bastards, was a Horen. She was pushed out a window and killed when caught." Would pen Ratcliffe in response, sending it to the elderly man.