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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 6, 2018 15:27:53 GMT -8
Orders had been issued and his people would be home soon. His own final preparations for his departure were nearly complete. Then he and Bailey would be setting off to see about making their alliance.
Choosing Virgil.
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Post by David B. on Jun 6, 2018 15:30:31 GMT -8
"Blake Oleander!? Has anyone seen Blake!?"
A man, sweaty and pale, was rushing through Cabal's dorms, trying to fine Blake.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 6, 2018 15:31:07 GMT -8
His eyebrow rose as he stepped forward.
"Speaking."
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Post by David B. on Jun 6, 2018 15:33:30 GMT -8
The man turned to him, rushing forward to take his shoulders.
"Mr Oleander...your territory are under attack! Armies marching out of a burning 252 have entered 63, and are camped there!"
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 6, 2018 15:35:47 GMT -8
"And what do they want with our home?"
His eyes narrowed as a dark anger flooded through his body.
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Post by David B. on Jun 6, 2018 15:37:04 GMT -8
He shook his head.
"I do not know. They...they killed my horse and took my wares. They ordered me here, to force you home."
David came around the corner, hands in his pockets. He was heading for Blake, having just left Preston and his office.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 6, 2018 15:37:40 GMT -8
"Then I guess I am heading home."
He'd start making his way toward the Dorm entrance!
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Post by David B. on Jun 6, 2018 15:38:19 GMT -8
"Mr. Oleander!"
David jogged to catch up.
"You must wait."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 6, 2018 15:39:03 GMT -8
He'd slow down but not stop.
"Why? My people are apparently in need."
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Post by David B. on Jun 6, 2018 15:40:00 GMT -8
"I heard- but going alone means certain death."
He'd bring a hand out and run it through his hair.
"If you come with me...perhaps I can help you find a way in which you are not doing this alone."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 6, 2018 15:44:06 GMT -8
He took a deep breath but would stop. His own pride needed to be put aside for this moment as he'd turn to face the Dragon.
"Then I am all ears."
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Post by David B. on Jun 6, 2018 15:46:45 GMT -8
Wind surrounded them in a bubble, blocking all sound from leaving or entering.
"We have already promised forces to 260- however, there are allies of ours which might be interested in new alliances. The Accords are failing- so our transporters can be operational in a moments notice. If you're able to convince territory 2, 4 or 90 to come to your aid...they might be willing to spare forces which will greatly increase your chance of victory. As a ruler...it would be your best option to protect your people."
He stuck the hand back in his pocket.
"I can set up the long distance conference...if you wish."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 6, 2018 15:52:07 GMT -8
"Very well."
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Post by David B. on Jun 6, 2018 15:55:36 GMT -8
David nodded and would lead Blake to the conference room, where they'd see a screen with a man on it Blake might recognize. General Akrin. His eye patch was in place, and he gave a grin at David.
"Ah! Storm Dragon! To what do I owe the pleasure?"
David bowed.
"General Akrin. This is Blake Oleander, leader of the reborn Sixty three and Sixty four. They wish to request something of you, if you'll give it."
General akrin cocked his brow but looked to Blake.
"Such a young leader. What is it you wish from us, Oleander?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 6, 2018 15:58:45 GMT -8
Blake stepped forward, bowing his head in respect and bringing a fist to his heart. Any uncertainty he had about leading melting away. This wasn't a matter of city building. This was war, it was something he was comfortable with.
"The structures of the accords are weakening and there are those who are using this opportunity to wage war and lay waste to those around them. My home is now being threatened by one of these forces and I am here to request aid in repelling this enemy. Driving them back and quashing them in my homeland before they have a chance to turn their eyes to yours."
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