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The ginger 'ame sat quietly on his desk. He patted the point of the quill against the wood, thinking. A knife, parchment and nothing else atop the wooden desk, crafted by the 'ame's hand. He started to write down... Linruel E.’s Will -- “I write this with a broken heart. A broken soul… Life seems worthless, and, it is. I write this to announce I’ve taken the coward’s way out… I’ve chosen to embrace death rather than solving life. This… This is what I leave, this is what I say to all those who knew me… TO ANORDAL To you, my uncle, I leave Riv’siielx. My sword. My blessed sword. I also leave to you my eternal love, even though disappointments were made.. I hope you can understand.. Though I know you probably will not. TO QUAVINIR My teacher, but more than that, my friend. You’ve helped me, guided me but… It just doens’t feel right. Doesn’t feel right to keep on… To you, my friend, my teacher, I leave fraternal love. I leave all that can possibly belong to me in your hands. I’m sorry I abandoned your teachings, and I hope you can understand. TO RELAVAS My love. The one who’s kind heart shined on me.. The reasons as to why I did such a thing will probably remain unknown to you, yet it was not your fault. Do not put that guilt upon yourself. To you, my beloved, I leave my soul. My very essence. I will never forget you, and hope you will never forget me… TO LEONHARDT Grand-uncle. How to forget the help you laid me? I leave to you my most sincere thank you and an equally sincere apology. I hope you and grand-aunt stay safe, and keep making your sour drinks that cure scars. TO VYTHARION My good friend. We shared many talks, some brief, some over a drink in the tavern. How can I forget the horned man, one that I felt was my true friend. For you, dear friend, I cannot scavenge anything of value, but I take into consideration the joyful moments. TO PRINCE KHAINE Khaine… Who would’ve thought you of all people would be in the will of the one you whipped. But you taught me. You guided me as much as you didn’t want to or didn’t intend too. I leave you a thank you and an apology… I hope the Dominion shines with you and the others leading it. *The will ends with a singular drop of blood and it is copied, distributed to and only to the mentioned, though friends and family too got (All Elverhilins, All Tinuvials and anyone who spent more than 5 minutes with him get this will)* He weeped as he finished the leather. Staring at his work, he offered it to the willed courier, who copied it and distributed it to those who were meant to receive it. Back in the room, an 'ame seemed to peacefully be laid down upon the desk, a crimson, thin line dripping down from it and onto the ground, forming a pool. LINRUEL ELVERHILIN ✝ Unknown - ⋆ 18th of Snow's Maiden, 1646

Bagaloga the Olog suggests Eath plays 'Xereka da Rekeijao', a traditional orcish song.

"Oh lat're ztill around" A dark shaman gulped.

"What about Ferals?" Asks a certain Witch Hunter named Robert Marius "Do you pay for them aswell? I mean, aurum kills 'em..."

Ratko slaps his knee at the good time.

"What's this shover you speak of when you see the transformation?" A gladiator named Marius asked.

A well adventured undead Bishop who saved the woman's child once waves goodbye.

"Pretty ******* gay as always, Norland." says a particular gladiator named MARIUS TURRENIUS II

"Who is us? MY failed chiefdom? They're better off than us, brother. Quit the rancor." the Pryderi DYCTYDD snarled.

An old, wizened black orc flips his own table "Firzt paktz with dwedz, now wiff pinkehz?!" He roared, grabbing his war-axe and ready for a challenge!!!!

Graéff looked upon his brother with frowned brows "I thought you had more love with your kin..."

A certain Yeu follower named Linruel wonders were she's been.

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"A dwarf w'o rebelled 'gainst 'is brodders ain' nae dwarf tae me..." said Bogmir the BIG

Linruel claps.

"Oh boy" The gypsy witch hunter Robert exclaimed.

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A witch hunter by the name of Robert goes out to finish the job for the Norlanders.

"Oh boy" Says Linruel.

Bogmir Irongut claps.

Lin sat quietly in his room, in the Elverhilin Tower in Norseth'onn. He smiled, both the blind eye and the lime orb scanning over a letter that had made his way to him. "We will have our time..."

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"Rest in peace." said a gypsy witch hunter named Robert

Linruel sat quietly upon his office, still with the marks of his punishment. Broken, changed. Upon hearing the news, he mumbles... "She's better off out of here..."

"The fuckers who created half of the generation of shittery that you beat yourselves too" says Tempest, an aged and withered ghoul.