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7/23/2015 1:11:04 PM
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[spoiler]Roll with me here, all shall be revealed in time.[/spoiler]
A group of Guardsmen & Court Knights enter, leading a shackled band of Perthian troops. At their head is the Lord Commander, who waves mockingly at Sirius.
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[spoiler]Ok, but guardsmen is the title given to the Princess' elite guard.[/spoiler] [b]Siris approaches.[/b] I don't recall discussing any movements into the city? What's your business here?
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Edited by Ex PI: 7/23/2015 6:52:34 PM[spoiler]Sorry about that. Wasn't sure what regular soldiers were called. [/spoiler] The Lord Commander grins behind his gas-mask. "Well, I was having a little get-together with my good friends here, but then your dear companions- (nods his head toward the guards) -decided to interrupt. As such, we surrendered."
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Sorry to dissapoint. The Capitol is off limits, but since you're here, I might as well drag your asses to New Raleigh.
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Sauron nods in assent. "I assume your facilites are well-regulated, or did you all do away with the Geneva Conventions when Her Murderessness got deposed?" (glares at Bellicose, who blanches momentarily before regaining composure.
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[b]Siris smirks.[/b] Don't you fret. We'll take good care of you, there.
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Sauron rolls his eyes, still hidden partially, like all Kriegans, behind a gasmask. "Lead on, noble guides."
