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[Lord Fong]

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Fong stormed into the manor after the slaughter in Sanctus. The blood that ran the streets that evening was unwarrented, except for a comment by M'real. All he had done was stepped aside and watched the rest fall to the might of moonglow. He passed his office wondering what had caused him to act so harshly. Deciding his time was better spent in council chambers fong Leaves the manor he set forth to the other side of the isle to council chambers. "It is Time Moonglow, We have remained Silent for to long!" Fong yelled as he rode to the white tower. There in full battle arms stood the militia. Samon Triest stood at the head commanding his army with an iron fist. Semper Veritas was shouted as Fong apporched. Smiling Fong approched Samon. Good work tonight General. Samon bowed "Tis the Will of Honesty, Tis the Will of Moonglow" Samon replied. Fong walked into the hall and gazed down at the peice of Blackrock.


Tis the Will of Honesty....Tis the Will Of Moonglow.

*smiling to himself fong seemed to forget the true nature of his actions in sanctus that evening. Turning he slowly walked to the entrence of the chambers and stood watching the militia prepare for the coming storm*

Samon came and stood next to Fong, "Sanctus then?"
Fong paused for a moment pondering a response. "Tonight shouldn't have happend, only one mans blood was suppose to be spilled. But there will be a lash back I assure you."
Smiling Samon saluted and rejoined the troops and begain shouting orders.
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