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[Merci d'Rue]

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On the ramparts of the new Barracks and Inn staring down to the valley below. Her hand resting lightly on her blade, she could feel a sense of growing turbulence. Sosaria was brewing, most likely trouble. Her eyes drifted down to her hand on her side upon the hilt of her blade and she noticed how the hand seemed to shift back and forth between a clawed form and normalcy.

It was as if a heavy protective veil, sheilded them so far, from the eyes of the rest of Sosaria, and she new it was time to leave its safety. It was time for them to do things that few would expect..To break the molds of good and evil and create a new system of Strong and Weak..Life and Death..

She lifted the blade of her kryss from its sheath and slid its jagged razor sharpness against the palm of her hand... Blood fell upon the snowy roof.

Let the first drop upon your halls be given freely by the strong. Let the rest of the bloodshed be taken freely and against the will of the weak.
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May destiny guide you...