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The bestest friend of that aforementioned child poised a brow, grubby little hands taking the flier up close to poorly read it. He sniffed, tilting his head. "Ra-ra's like ... SIX. You're ancient, old woman! Stop being ancient and grumpy and ... old! Old woman!" He took the thing, and blew his nose in it, promptly throwing it back on the table to go play with his friend.

A woman of broken and shattered mind - body still lined with the Infernal sigils of the war that had struck down Gazardiel and maimed Eshtael - writhed in her sleepless slumber. A shriek pierced through Hexicanium, jolting awake as she remembered the fateful battle over, and over, and over again. Dame Viktoriya shuddered, withered & bony hands clutching the stone slab she slept on. "Not again, not again ..."

An old, rotting Knight dreams of razing Pinemaw to the ground - just as it had been before, she . . . thinks. Her memory wasn't the best. "Schtewpid ... pumpkin-person . . . rah," Viktoriya bumbled.

Dame Viktoriya, as the missive floated in through a window, began to gag and wretch. "I HATE MEN," the undead cried. "MORTAL-KIND IN GENERAL, ACTUALLY."

An old, crooked necrolyte stewed in her anger as she sailed back with the Paladin forces - always only a moment away from lashing out at the nearest sailor. Furious that she'd helped, that she'd kinslayed. But perhaps her coven back 'pon Aevos would find something useful out of her retelling - an opportunity to sit at the table of Xan & Azdromoth. "What vain gods they both be! And gods they will die as ... upon the mortal realm they bleed, and by Iblees, we thrist."

Viktoriya stamps a big, red '-1' mark on the paper thatd found its way into the council room. "I HATE TREES!"

A CALL for HUMAN UNITY by DAME VIKTORIYA DENUREM and OTHER SOCIETY FELLOWS PRINTED BY THE ✠ IMPERIAL SOCIETY OF THE EXALTED HOREN ✠ The First Session of the Imperial Senate, Eighth Empire, c. 1736. “And GOD Made Man Equal in All Things, To Share in the Bounties of His Creation And the Wisdom of the Word of His Prophets.” 2 Salvians 17:4-5 With Aevos returned to peace following the conclusion of the Coalition War, the sovereigns of the new world order now gather to best steer our shared destiny forward, one free of unnecessary bloodshed and wanton chaos - as stipulated already by the Winburgh Proclamation, Section VII, the Future of Man, wherein the Grand Covenant of the Exalted Horen's descendants have been convening to discuss such a new pivotal chapter in the Tapestry of Man. While the Grand Covenant has proven to be a successful military alliance in the last war, we sadly believe that it is likely that such an alliance may not last in the long term due to the fact that the forces that comprise it no longer have a common enemy to defeat now and that, as outlined by Mister Rigoberto de la Cruz in his missive “Unity Through War, and Onward Into Peace”, history teaches us all that it is only with a central authority represented by a Unitarian Panhuman State with shared and common institutions that humanity can remain united in virtue and prosper in a peaceful and stable manner without internal infighting. While there are certainly different alternatives on the table in order to achieve that purpose, such as the formation of a new Empire or a Union, we would like to firstly share with you, my fellow readers, an undeniable and, perhaps, uncomfortable truth, which has been long hidden or forgotten for the past century: which is that, in reality, WE ARE ALL IMPERIALS, for we are all Humans, sons of Exalted Horen. The truth is, dear readers, that the people of Petra, Balian, Aaun, Haense, Hyspia, Númendil and Reinmar are, above all, IMPERIALS, and as such, natural friends and comrades. All of us share a common history, religion and national identity; a TAPESTRY OF MAN that relates back to the ancient times of the ascension of St. Daniel of Al’Khazar to the Throne of Man in Aegis and the formation of the First Empire by Exalted Godfrey in Asulon. The truth is, dear readers, that we were all created equally in the eyes of our Lord GOD and that, as such, we have all been endowed by our Creator with certain unalienable rights, the RIGHTS OF MAN, which can only be transgressed by committing a mortal sin. These rights, as outlined in the Nenzing Proclamation (1715) issued by Emperor Joseph I, entail: - THE RIGHT TO LIFE, so no man will ever be taken to the Skies so soon. - THE RIGHT TO LIBERTY, so no man will ever be bonded by the shackles of slavery. - THE RIGHT TO TRIAL, so no man will ever be wrongly accused when not charged by a trial of their peers. It is for these very same reasons, that we now beseech our Canonist Princes to leave their political rivalries and differences aside and politically unite to work together for the common good and the betterment of humanity. And, above all, we are now calling on YOU, dear readers, to join us and spread this truth among your friends and comrades. And last, but not the least, we would like to share with you, dear readers, the personal opinion and a petition from these signatories with regard to the future of humanity. Let it be known that this is merely our personal opinion and does not strictly represent the official views of our Society: We are of the opinion that in order for Mankind to be united once again in Virtue and under the light of the Almighty GOD and the guidance of the Exalted Prophets it is necessary for the PEOPLE of all the human realms to meet and establish in a written CONSTITUTION the FORM OF GOVERNMENT that they want to have for the IMPERIAL STATE: be it headed by an EMPEROR elected by the CANONIST PRINCES AND THE PEERS OF THE REALM or by a LORD PROTECTOR regularly elected by the PEOPLE. We are of the opinion that a new GOLDEN AGE when the common people are able to decide their own future, the AGE OF MAN, is almost upon us. TOGETHER, we can create a FREE AND FAIRER SOCIETY with EQUAL OPPORTUNITIES for all our people, regardless of their origin, social status or any other personal condition. We believe that it is now time for the PEOPLE, for ALL THE HUMAN PEOPLE of our CANONDOM, be they COMMONERS, GENTRY or NOBLES, to come together and, finally, become the MASTERS OF THEIR OWN DESTINIES. We believe that it is only with the consensus of the PRINCES OF CANONDOM AND THE PEERS OF THE REALM and the BLESSING OF THE HIGH PONTIFF that an EMPEROR or LORD PROTECTOR can be chosen to rule over MANKIND as the DEFENDER OF THE FAITH. FOR THAT REASON, IT IS WHY WE NOW HUMBLY PETITION TO THE HIGH PONTIFF TO CALL A CONTINENTAL CONGRESS IN THE NEAR FUTURE FORMED OF ALL THE HUMAN PEOPLE OF OUR CANONDOM. THE PURPOSE OF THIS CONTINENTAL CONGRESS SHALL BE TO ELECT AN EMPEROR OR A LORD PROTECTOR TO RULE OVER MANKIND AND TO DISCUSS AND ENACT A CONSTITUTION FOR THE IMPERIAL STATE. THIS WE SUBMIT FOR THE FURTHERANCE OF HUMANITY, UPON THE DAY OF OUR LORD GOD, 6TH OF SUN’S SMILE, 1967. Dame Viktoriya DeNurem KL, Baroness of Nuremburg, Captain of the 1st Regiment of the Imperial State Army, and Knight of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Lion. @TreeSmoothie Ser Alaric ‘the Loyal’ DeNurem KL, Baron of Nuremburg, Captain of the 1st Regiment of the Imperial State Army, and Knight of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Lion. @Paulobig Aleksi Crowley, Master Sergeant of the 1st Regiment of the Imperial State Army. @Palastartes Marc Galbraith, Scholar of the Imperial Society. @sergisala Saul Santiago, Attorney-At-Law. @bugbytes21

"LORD SOUP ist innocent . . . the church geezers art the evil ones," rattled an ancient Necrolyte, shaking her fist in a fit of rage.

One lurking Necrolyte within Lurin takes offense that her vassal hadn't been listed - and more so that she hadn't been the one to make the plague!

Upon the quaint coasts of Aevos did something stir. A flash of light, the creak of bones, whirring of black smog like some wicked swarm of locusts. Where the Crownlanders went, she followed - haunting like a poltergeist. But few were left to remember her, and those who could, had read it from the books which had glorified she and her kin, the 5th Brigadiers, the Adunians, the Carrions. A clean slate. "And in this new era, I take your place," that Dame croaked to the statue before her, one Ostromir Carrion. "Let the Heartlands rise again."

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Too sleepy to read rn but I don't think there will ever actually be more than 15 ghouls being actively played

A cold gale blew along the floodplains of the Southeast, a sign of something foreboding to come. Black fumes fettered within the ruins of peasants' hovels, blood soaking the earth to feed the worms below. Skeletal servants and ghouls shambled this way and that, constructing a makeshift guillotine to hide within the undergrowth of a neglected field. A ratty, old-looking flier can be found within the dingiest alleys and poorest of homes - and, curiously, nestled within the homes of human nobility, specifically. "Be you a peasant, tired of your wrathful overlords and sniveling Kings? Be you a void magi, slaved to the infinite and plagued by withering? Be you a knight, whose glory and chivalry has gone so unjustly unsung? Mayhaps, be you a noble kinsman cheated out from your lofty destiny by your own blood? Life is so woefully unfair, and you know it best. You've been stolen from, cheated, robbed: and those crooks have only gained and gained from your misfortune. All is not lost, however -- in the shadows of these blights of men lay folk just like yourself. Misfits, mayhaps - godkillers, we fashion ourselves. Liberate yourself, or do not: you have nothing to lose but all to gain, don't you? Seek ye' the place where the guillotine stands, Where once justice fell by ghostly hands. In the southeast's embrace, where the waters flow, There lies a great sum of knowledge to bestow. Where souls are bound in eternal night, There, amidst the whispers of the slain, The secrets of a life's work to gain." [OOC]

An old, rotting Orenian necrolyte cackled to herself - hiding out some place in the quaint Lurinite countryside, a cigar to her lips. "Need tah get back inta' action, I'm missin' the plot!"

An ancient Orenian Dame took her first breath in many a moon, clawing up from the tomb she slept in. "DAMN HUMANS!"