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(( OOC: Please talk to Hano or Balthasar in game! Especially if you are an ally or a member of the Triumvirate or a Druid/Protector of the Glade! More details will be given there! Edit: Also a member of The Hands. ))
"The pieces are all in place now.. The battlefield nearly set." Hano muttered to himself stuffing rations into his travel sack. He pauses for a moment to glance around the bunker. It was late and half of his Brothers and Sisters had already fallen asleep. Tamryn had as well, sleeping on the bunk directly opposite to Hano's. He sighs to himself recalling the conversation with Balthasar.
Hano gets lost in thought looking at Tamryn curled up in her blankets. "Ulrik.. Xithis.. The Servants of Talona. They've made their final mistake by striking at The Hands. Now.. Now with their assistance we will weed them out and crush them before the might of Torm with the people of Sundren. For the plague.. And for the many lives they've claimed without it." Turning away from Tamryn he begins checking his travel sack to make sure he has the proper supplies as he continues, but now in a quiet whisper. "All that is left is to seek the aid of The Keeper. Even with him as our ally it will not be an easy battle.. No. Xithis must be a formidable foe to have survived the efforts of The Keeper for so long."
Pulling on the strap laced through the opening in his travel sack he tightly seals it closed. Satisfied with his preparations he turns to sit on his bed in thought. "I'm.. Not so eager to see bloodshed from either my Brothers, Sisters, and allies... Even my enemies, but.. For the people of Sundren and my love for them this must be done. For The True and his cause I will not falter." With a silent sigh he falls back on his bed placing his hand on his forehead. His eyes fixated on the bottom of the bunk above him.
"War..." He rolls the word around in his mouth for a moment trying to imagine what is to come in the future. "We will prevail. Even if we lose this battle, we will not have failed The True. With the tools now in our hand to wage battle, they must be purged from this valley. Come morning I will warn all of my allies and call all that are willing to arms. We will then speak to The Keeper. I pray that I'm as successful with The Keeper as Balthasar was with The Hands..." He trails off, crossing his arms across his stomach. He silently falls into a light slumber... The thoughts of battle still wandering through his mind even in his sleep.
"The pieces are all in place now.. The battlefield nearly set." Hano muttered to himself stuffing rations into his travel sack. He pauses for a moment to glance around the bunker. It was late and half of his Brothers and Sisters had already fallen asleep. Tamryn had as well, sleeping on the bunk directly opposite to Hano's. He sighs to himself recalling the conversation with Balthasar.
Hano gets lost in thought looking at Tamryn curled up in her blankets. "Ulrik.. Xithis.. The Servants of Talona. They've made their final mistake by striking at The Hands. Now.. Now with their assistance we will weed them out and crush them before the might of Torm with the people of Sundren. For the plague.. And for the many lives they've claimed without it." Turning away from Tamryn he begins checking his travel sack to make sure he has the proper supplies as he continues, but now in a quiet whisper. "All that is left is to seek the aid of The Keeper. Even with him as our ally it will not be an easy battle.. No. Xithis must be a formidable foe to have survived the efforts of The Keeper for so long."
Pulling on the strap laced through the opening in his travel sack he tightly seals it closed. Satisfied with his preparations he turns to sit on his bed in thought. "I'm.. Not so eager to see bloodshed from either my Brothers, Sisters, and allies... Even my enemies, but.. For the people of Sundren and my love for them this must be done. For The True and his cause I will not falter." With a silent sigh he falls back on his bed placing his hand on his forehead. His eyes fixated on the bottom of the bunk above him.
"War..." He rolls the word around in his mouth for a moment trying to imagine what is to come in the future. "We will prevail. Even if we lose this battle, we will not have failed The True. With the tools now in our hand to wage battle, they must be purged from this valley. Come morning I will warn all of my allies and call all that are willing to arms. We will then speak to The Keeper. I pray that I'm as successful with The Keeper as Balthasar was with The Hands..." He trails off, crossing his arms across his stomach. He silently falls into a light slumber... The thoughts of battle still wandering through his mind even in his sleep.
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