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*An Ornate Urn Arrives At The Humanis Basilica*
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 5:09 pm Post subject: *An Ornate Urn Arrives At The Humanis Basilica* Reply with quote
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His Serene Majesty Prince Adrien X. Garnier II. Of Magincia
Titular Prince Royal of Sanctus and Stormhaven
Governor-Regent XI. of Britannia
Royal-Steward of Britain
Royal-Governor of Nujel’m
Lord of the Consensus of Light
Yu Ko Kankei of The Imperial House Anyai
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Former-Minister of Trade for the Humanis Nation
Founder of the Britannian Reformation
June 7th 342-June 1st 370

"May The World Tremble As It Contemplates What We Are About To Do"
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PostPosted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 5:17 pm Post subject: Reply with quote
His eyes crept over the inscription upon the Urn's final rest. Times were closing... And closing fast. Soap, Garnier, who would be next. A trembling crossed his hand as it rested on the pedestal, his knees to weak to stand.

Heavy lids accosted his eyes, the searing pain of tears fought back. The end was nearing, Seth had given his life for it.

"Not in Vain... Comrade." His words spoke hallow, empty and with nothing of despair. "This is the beginning, brother... Thank you."

No hatred, no bile, no malicious phrase. He spoke, this day, fact. A fact his own hand would craft.

"I will see you soon." His fingers stroked the vase, the final resting place of the people's enemy. With a turn he looked about. His goodbyes, he had hoped, would not be final.

"Good morning Anarchy... Good morning Freedom. It is time to spread your wings."
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