Sitting on the Fence [Guignol Vs. Altharim]

[Left Brain]

The bustle of mercenaries once again reach the ears of the masses, bearing rumors of spoils and glory to be earned in the name of an excursion lead by the ambitious. Blades and mind sharpened, there's no need to guess just what boon they've set their eyes upon within the world stage.

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Soon, they'll march towards Altharim.  
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"This  shall be short, sweet and simple. For the ones that believes themselves competent enough to stand atop a wealth of lies far too complicated for their feeble mind. They see you not as but one character, and while the fairytale may have been sweet it seems fate has deemed it a necessity to swing the axe. The fall will not be gentle, but perhaps they'd stay to love you for what they know, rather than I."