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  1. Crymson
    NAME: Glynfir Aevaris RACE: High Elf AGE: 289 GENDER: Male [[OOC]] Username: CrymsonBlade Discord: CrymsonBlade#9727 Timezone: EST
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    Theroden mourns the princess privately, adding her name to his daily prayer to the AllFather. “She was truly a beacon of hope and our people have few enough of those. Another Ruric gone before her time.”
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    Theroden sits alone with his thoughts, the only sound being the rhythmic scrape of a whetstone against the sword he holds. Words were not needed in cases such as this. The old ways were clear on what action needed to taken. A debt of vengeance owed.
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    Theroden nodded solemnly. "A feud of such magnitude can only be answered in blood. I shall ride with you to set things right, countryman."
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    As the rumors spread, Glynfir muses upon what might truly result. Most of all, he remembers Vytrek. “Perhaps your dream is not truly gone after all, kae llir.”
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    Hali nodded solemnly upon hearing the news. "You reap what you sow."
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    Glynfir had been dealing with his own mounting concern about Raziel. Unclear on most of the details, it felt as if all he could truly do was worry. He promised himself he would always protect the family that took him in, but it was becoming less and less certain that he would be able to succeed with yet another realm falling apart. Late nights and booze offered no answers, but perhaps some reprieve from guilt. “Damn you, Amethil. Where did you go? I’m sorry, Astryn.”
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    Hali Black laughs “The only time an Adrian isn’t lying is when they’re asleep or dead.”
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    Hali nods solemnly upon finishing reading the missive. "As much as I was looking forward to peace, I am glad a stand has been taken against the false duke."
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    Hali Black clung to his resolve to repay the debt to the home which had given him so much. Though fear and gloom threatened to overwhelm his spirit, the ember of hope would not go out this day.
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    Hali sneers, tossing the missive into a fire. "Treason shall only ever be met with steel. For Sigismond. For the innocents terrorized by your war. Write all the hypocrisy you wish."
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    Hali Black nods as he reads the missive in the Minitz tavern. "A sensible offer of clemency. More than many among their ranks deserve in truth."
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    Glynfir shakes his head in exasperation. “The cycle never ends. Around we go again.”
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    Theroden snorted as the missive circulated to the pagan kingdom in question. “Perhaps not all canonists are idiots. Not that I expect that they’ll be competent enough to do anything meaningful about this.”
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    A son of Oliver Black read the missive with a melancholy smile. Once, he had butted heads with Ser Uther and though they parted as friends, he stayed behind. Now, drinking in the Minitz tavern, he wondered if he had made the right decision. His gaze went to the fine blade at his side, a gift from the very same Ser Uther, which had served him well. Ultimately, he raised his tankard and muttered to himself. “Fair winds and good fortune, Ser. Keep my parents alive, eh?”
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    Enlistment Form: Full Name: Hali Black Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Adunian Minitz Rank: Burgher? [Username: ] CrymsonBlade [Discord: ] CrymsonBlade#9727
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    Hali prepared for his first war, not having any idea what to truly expect. He trusted in his friends beside him though and had the confidence of youth on his side.
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    Memories of the frozen tundra and many fights against tough odds, which were often followed by copious drinking at the tavern. Haense had been a wild time for Glynfir. The first time he had truly resided outside of Haelun'or. Above all of these memories, one stood out. A debt that could never be repaid, not that there had been a chance to do so. Friedrich had sheltered them and sworn that they would always be protected. Though Glynfir had not always felt that he was truly considered Haenseni, Friedrich had always made him feel that he was indeed.
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    Hali missed his mother dearly, though he struggled to understand where she had gone. Death was difficult for a three year old to figure out. He knew his mother was gone and she wasn’t coming back. Her letter had been read to him and so he tried to be extra good. Was it his fault she was gone?
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    Glynfir found himself in the tavern with comrades after the battle. Drinking to memories both bitter and pleasant. Though the battle had been quick and decisive, he knew this was only the beginning of the storm. War never got any less burdensome, but there were good moments to be found such as this.
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    Glynfir was greatly war weary but dutifully prepared himself once again. “Let there be a swift end to this war and the question of Haelun’or along with it.”
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    A weary veteran prepares his equipment, pausing to raise a glass of wine. "Away it goes. The cycle never truly ends. Here's to more stories to tell and if luck is kind, few comrades lost."
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    Theroden nods in approval "It is good to see unity in the face of pretenders and snakes. The future is bright."
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    Antal’s life had been one of great turmoil from the beginning, arriving to Nordengrad with Anatoly unsure of what awaited him. He had been proud to serve Clan Rosik though. Even after the war, living in exile, he had never forgotten Carina. Upon her arrival to the Allfather’s halls, he greeted her warmly.
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    Theroden had gone from bleeding for the Tripartite coalition to bleeding for one faction of Orenians that was fighting another. The absurdity of it all was not lost on him. Yet, he had not wavered at Eastfleet and he would not waver now. Then, as now, he was in the right and he knew it. For the many stalwart friends he had made among Emperor Peter's court. For the frightened civilians who had their world ripped apart by Freddie the pretender. As in Norland, so must it be in Orenia. "Death to Pretenders. Long live Emperor Peter!"
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