UNBANNED
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Belade is clearly in a very bad mood, disliking the unbanning of known necromancers a lot.
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The General and dwin can be heard laughing loudly and seen shaking hands with each other walking off with smiles….
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those responsible for the last comment have been sacked. it was untrue
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with one swift stroke of his axe, Dwin leaps into the air and removes Grags head from his neck
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_the General and the Union Leader can be heard shouting at each other in between the crafting hall and the Legion HQ_
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rumors slowly seep into public that the fine wasn't even paid, that the general and the necromancer came to some sort of agreement and instead some minor magical trinket, a fraction of the value of the fine, was given instead…
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"Criticize the Legion all you like. We're used to it. You can thank us for keeping the walls standing later."
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General listens ot Dwins words and tells him his office now! Mutters about ungratefull people and their lack of vision
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After voicing his protest to General Grag, Damian Colten has been seen wandering the town in a state of depression and anxiety.
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I dunno why any o' you are surprised.
It seems that the corruption that we used to assign only to bard-town has crept further south, possibly in the form of a tiny dancer/advisor.
shrugs and spits
The legion is a shadow of what it once was. I am saddened for the Troff's that once lent it their name. What was once an honor, is now a disgrace.
I been double an triple crossed by folks that I have stood next to in battle and at the ale-house.
shakes head sadly
There aint nuthin left of honor… now its all about fillin' their pockets. I ask this:
How much longer should we, the Jiyyd Council and the citizens therein, allow them to take advantage of our town?
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…...
I want to believe that grag isn't an idiot. Maybe he just didn't HEAR about the rampant slaughter and threats....
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After hearing of the 'news', Kara is seen with an almost permenantly set scowl as she stalks towards the legion base to look for Grag, fully armoured and resting a hand around the hilt of her hand and a half blade. Her anger in the matter is clear.
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::mutters to himself while in the inn drinking an ale and eating his dinner::
Kill'n folk dinnea matter Ah s'pose, long as ye got a deep coinpurse an can pay in gold fer yer deeds. Whut's dis place comin' too?
::Stuffs a roll in his mouth and washes it down with a long pull from his tall mug::
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Cike just shakes his head and walks out of Jiyyd towards the Rom Camp
