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« on: November 03, 2013, 09:14:00 pm » |
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Korbis and his advisers sat in the dining hall, discussing current events.
"...there are now rumors of Erimos invading Pnévetra, we are no longer the only ones involved in war!" one of the advisers yelled, "I agree with General Sven, if we are to survive we must commit to Total War!"
"Are you mad?! Our nation has stood for centuries on order and preservation, throwing that all away to show off our muscle is a disgrace to the land!" another adviser insisted.
Sven stood up, slamming his hands on the table, "Whether you accept it or not, Lysso gains an advantage every day! They have close to taken full control of the mountains to the south, and whatever advantage we have in the sea with the Bidra Legion is for nothing, considering that we can't even make it past their coastal defenses!"
Another adviser stood up, "Sir, you can't just let them get away with this... this disorder!"
Korbis sat at the end of the table, Scribe lying on a silk pillow by his feet. He seemed almost unaware of the current conversation, and seemed to be more interested in the inkwell that sat on the table, a few inches from his person.
All of the advisers continued to stare at him, almost afraid to interrupt... whatever it was he was doing.
"Uhh, Korbis?..." Scribe asked, raising his head from what at first appeared to be a nap.
"Hmm, what?... Oh, right, uhh. We made a lot of progress today, we'll continue at the next council meeting," he said, almost unaware of his surroundings.
Standing, he organized the papers he had on the table, and walked off.
Sven sat back down in disappointment, resting his forehead on his hand as he sighed.
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