Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-25126355-20161005121947

(Sorry, that bug I was fighting won for a while there...)

"Hm... Let me guess, you've got this odd feeling in pit of your stomach. This... hate-filled emptiness. Part of you wants vengeance. Another just wants to cry. And you're trying to remember the voices of those loved ones you've lost, fearing that if you don't "replay" in your head, you'll forget them forever. Something like that?" Eyjne asked, taking a seat next to the girl.

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Jannia and Luthor would likely remain seated in silence for longer, if not for the sound of bells coming from the city centre. Jannia had forgotten about the celebrations planned in honor of her husband's return. She sighed, while her brother merely looked into his glass, before a large gulp.

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Percy, joined by some other young nobles, was going to celebrate with the people. Tomorrow, he'll be too busy gathering support for King Julien and his war. But first, telling his friends that he would catch up to them, he went further inside the palace, for reasons that were entirely his own.