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Lucian Renault faintly recalled the summers in which the only known child of Hannibal Horen, Drusilia Helane, did play in the fields of Helena far east when the trees still did grow and the soil was ripe. The short years of a daughter with an insane and long departed father, forgetting of the past as she resided in Haense, tutored and raised by the young Knight. A fleeting memory, it brought a faint smile to his face as he looked out on that Haenseni country, cold and alone- warmed by the memories which brought him comfort. He recalled his daughter Ylva, teaching her to hunt and trap all but bears the wicked north of Morsgrad and the forests of Curon. Wisened by his years raising the girl as but a young adult. He'd wish he had done better for Drusilia, in a moment of bitter anguish. Perhaps she would have become great, even ruled with her origin as an opposite to the start as a fatherless girl born in a crumbling line. But time moves on, and so must he. There was no point to regret when what was done, was done. Unknown to the old Horen, were those fields now torn bits of ash and rock, between a vast boiling sea on the land formerly known as Arcas. His memories forever intangible but in fleeting dreams he did long for.

"A chance to accrue any form of legitimacy, save from her concubine-cronies. Just as last, the moment the men above her get what they want, she shall be cast aside and forgotten. A twist of the arm, to show if the pretender is truly wishing for the best hearts of 'thill, or if she is to be but another forgettable decade-long dictator, as with those that came with their foreign armies to defile Haelun'or in the past." Anethra murmured observantly to her lonesome, the long distant 'thill reading from her ever-shifting home as far away from that silver bastion as she could make it. "You do continue to surprise me, Sohaer. How well you play this game."

Lucian Horen mulled over brooding thoughts of his bold compatriot whilst the bards continued to play back to back [Certified] Xan Classics.

I'll be personally addressing this issue in the next few days. It is sickening members of this community are continuously betrayed by corrupt administrators such as Heero, taking hours of wages from an unknowing child who is making less than the poverty line. I will be psyopping him shortly by walking down his fire escape hourly, unresponsive of his queries, and hiring gangstalkers to drive around his street honking his full name and social security in morse code. I will bankroll everyone in that damned city until he knows that I am not messing around and that Breeni gets his hard earned money back.

Lucian Horen tiredly rubbed his eyes over a drink. "Y'r too nice t'a'street urch'n girl. A'had a'girl m'self far back! A'- Couldn' help, but'ta'help! 'Er little eyes sayin' she 'ad no mom'r'pop, would'a been cruel t'ignore!" he insisted, not looking forward to the certain couch which awaited him to sleep upon when he returned home later that eve. "N'm'eyes are Grey, not blue!" The weary knight groaned. "'m unmarried, 'lass, n'am'a faithful man. A'wouldn' give t'one ou'ta wedlock. She- insisted on 'avin' no parents!" He pleaded, sighing then as his armour creaked in exhaustion of the day's tribulations. "N'those damn-kids lived." he grunted. "But they deserved it. Probably. Don' mention'it." he quietly snuck in afterward.

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"Spurnin' their own, 'n'makin' enemies'a themselves. Th'empire a'fought'n'won'a war for was one which bore dissent, aye. But durin' th'great war a'Joey th'Bender n'Godfrey th'Great, we did better t'cut our losses than t'make more enemies. S'as if they're beggin' t'lose. Bless th'girl, who remained loyal 'nough t'proclaim her uncertainty, met by condemnation a'her frightened peers. Pissin' cowards. Children cravin' th'***'a eachother t'suckle, while she was the one t'step forth while th'craven rest of'em hide, too 'fraid to say what they're all thinkin'. Damn'em. A'didn' fight for this. A didn' fight for fattened powder-faced bureaucrats with a'damn-fancy name t'justify their ill-bred incompetency with th'legitimacy of their stronger fathers." Thought Lucian Horen, training with a young Haenseni knight- his familial blade Dragonsblood secured tightly within his grasp, as it still sung loudly in combat, even after a century. "Pathetic." he stated aloud.

im putting that material blacklist back up #18

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Looks very interesting, look forward to reviewing it!