[i]"If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud. Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." [/i] -Wilfred Owen

[center][h2]Winter of 1799[/h2][/center]

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[b][i][u]1st of October[/u][/i][/b]

The diplomatic party of [color=f26522][b]The Republic of Toubres[/b][/color] continues to build relations with [b]The Rubrus Empire[/b]. Further, they are invited to travel to [b]The Kingdom of Claidor[/b], for an audience with King Jakub Sadoski. Toubres, a country previously with few nations it could call allies, suddenly finds itself with not just one, but two.