*i enter, carrying a bloodied June fireman style*
*i set her down on a widen stack on a field in from of the cliffs*
Even if you were less than human, I won't stoop to your level. You get to leave this world the way we do.
*i close her eyes as I light the pyre*
This city has been freed from its manipulative oppressors. It will stand, not as a sign of what was, but a gateway to what is. We will no longer dabble in the affairs of war, for peace is every man's right.
This is not to say they will take it, however, and so, this place will be reorganized by the marauders and bandits who overthrew the old regime.
BlackWind, the cavern underneath this land will become an arena, meant for nostalgia, to remind us of the days of old.
And we will stand watch, ready to act, should we lose our way again.
For cobalt...
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Fyre~
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FELIX! FELIX! FELIX! FELIX!
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[spoiler]cough not scripted cough[/spoiler]
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For cobalt...
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Wait what happened to june
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Felix killed her.
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I knew a revolution would take place So if junes gone so Edgewater won't attack Perth
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[b]The fire glows blue, and she doesn't burn...[/b]
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[spoiler]You didn't inherit the power![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]really stop using COBALTS fire task you should know Better [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'm not. Preachers turn fire blue when it's being Defiled.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]THIS IS PLOT! INTERFERENCE ISNT CANON[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I do not care. I will have her body, and then we will decide.[/spoiler] [b]The Preachers continue to Defile the fire.[/b]
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Less than human more than a god
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AMEN! [spoiler]So should we kick the Ignus and seer any ties with the Sol Alliance?[/spoiler]
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*Pats your back* The deed is done friend.
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[i]...You will give us the body for burial, then leave for good.[/i] [b]A red cloud of spores surround the ambassador.[/b]
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Actually. He killed said monarch an has rights o all her possessions
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[i]You stay out of this, peasant. Her body belongs to her people; she will be given a proper burial.[/i]
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The pyre is a prober burial. She may have been your queen, but she was my enemy from the beginning. My history goes back much farther than yours does, and as such, [i]we[/i] will decide how she leaves this world. *my helmet assembles Dead space style on me, logging up orange in a blaze of light, and four other people, clad in similar but not identical armor decloak* [i]We[/i] are the marauders. And this land is [i]our[/i] land.
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[i]Are you asking for death, pig...?[/i] [b]Lightning and thunder crackle and boom around his forearms.[/b]
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[b]The armor lights up orange as I freeze in place.[/b] So it would seem. I'll give you one warning: I may have been a bit of an oddball on my own, but together, we do NOT mess around. [b]My armor reverts to its normal form, and I reach into the the pyre, retrieving a clump of ash.[/b] Return to where you came. We will not ask again. [b]I wrap the ash into a cloth and gift it to you.[/b]
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[b]He takes the ashes begrudgingly.[/b] [i]One of these days, peasant. I will add your ashes to the pot.[/i]
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[b]The others speak to you in unison, in a dialect you decipher as Olde English.[/b] We look forward to the date. And for the record, your all talk no walk queen played you like the rest of these people. If you saw her in her prime, the lives she'd taken, the reputations she ruined, your Vulcan gods would gaze in awe...
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[i]Do you ever stop to think that may be WHY we made the alliance, peasant?[/i]