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Lord Hegemon of the Imperium,
I write you during an eventful time for the Nordic people, since our unorthodox alliance to crush or mutual enemies the Cansivars Norsca and the Imperium have been have been the most prosperous of neighbors and it is my deepest hope that it continues to be that way for decades if not centuries to come.
By the time you have received this letter I would have already left Valkenheim en route to Mara, before you get the wrong impression of my intentions there is something you must know. That night in Cansivar after the night of celebrations I sneaked into your encampment to your chapel and for the first time in a long time I felt a connection to my old life, our old life before all of this and it brought me as close as I could ever get to someone I loved. I took one of your bibles as well, one witch now looks old and worn in my hands now after endless hours of reading.
Victor, I come south to be baptized by your hand in the sight of the citizens of Mara, of the imperium and of god.
Respectfully yours -Monroe
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by Ulls » Fri Sep 01, 2017 3:49 am
The Orson Empire wrote:City of Ego
Hours had passed since Turner passed out. His dreams were bizarre, filled with vibrant and weird hallucinations, not unlike a near-death experience of someone on the verge of dying. Despite being exposed to the icy conditions outside for a considerable amount of time, Turner was strong and he survived. He gradually awoke from his coma, while at the same time not remembering anything that had happened earlier. For all he knew, Turner was still in his apartment, and it was just a nightmare.
No...this is far too real to be a dream, Turner thought as he finally opened his eyes. Even though his vision was blurry, he knew he was not in his apartment- he was in some wooden building. He was laying on a rather uncomfortable cot near a fire, and covered in blankets. He saw several people standing around him, dressed in weird clothing.
"What the hell...is going on here..." Turner said weakly. He wondered if he had been kidnapped, or if this was just some sort of sick joke.
He gazed around, still delirious and tired. He touched his eyes and realized that he was missing his glasses.
"Where are my glasses? Did...one of you take them?" he asked.
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