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[Cal Hurst]

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In the valley of Blackmarsh, Hurst sat waiting in the Infinite Mercenary Company meeting room. Within this tavern, the men have met and discussed many contracts, rules, and decisions. The last decision being that the Yew campaign would be their final contract, and that they would absorb themselves into Blackmarsh's up and coming empire.

An empire of epic proportions...

Sarian and Denzin had come together and drawn up plans for each high ranking, highly established mercenary to take a piece of land.

Warlords...

Each of them would hold dominion over their respective territories. And Yew was first. It was going to be Cal's...

...He will have to learn to sheer sheep.

Cal stood from his chair in the meeting room and walked over towards the window. Blackmarsh had no magic-infused storms. The weather was quite enjoyable with a slight fog and a bit of humidity. The birds flew overhead, chirping as they passed earshot. However, all was not quiet, for the animals within Blackmarsh knew of the struggles that were ahead. And all throughout the night, and all throughout the day, one sound echoed Blackmarsh...

MMMmmmmooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.........
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