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[center][h2][color=00e600]Preparing for the worst.[/color][/h2][/center]
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The Perrenchman went through his morning routine. His swings became faster and faster as he imbued them with more and more kinetic magic. [color=00e600][i]More power, more finesse.[/i][/color] he kept on repeating to himself. The power behind it was enough to fell most mages in one strike… yet not the ones he desires to battle. No matter how strong he became he was but one man going up against a group of monsters that matched his strength or far surpassed it.

With a furrowed brow and a resolute spirit, Yvain pondered the necessity of building a group against the Sanguinaire threat, perhaps a group would not suffice… an army would be needed against these beasts in a human-like appearance. Would the King of Perrence agree with his noble goals?


He clicked his tongue as he thought back to the auction.[color=00e600]”Honorable Perrenchman that would fight for Perrence… Not disappointing ones letting such masterworks fall in the hands of barbarian folk.”a[/color] Yvain sighed at the thought of the man. [color=00e600]”He showed some promise at first, for a middling noble. Alas, he disappointed me thoroughly.”[/color]

With resolve, Yvain began to work on his plans. A recruitment program, a call to arms and selection for those that shared his vision, began to take shape. An order under his direct command, L'Ordre des Roses de l'Aube with the inner circle of La Rose Sanglante. Soon after he wrote the request towards the king to give the order his blessing. 

After having finished the paperwork around his own order he began to think about the funds. Pelova would be a good start and he could use it to fund it directly, yet it would produce the results he wished for. He decided to write up a plan to let the great Berbignon realm prosper further. To have a city to rival the great Relouse itself. Encouraging the artisans and merchants alike. Yvain had lofty goals for the lands he was destined to inherit. 

Hours passed as he kept on writing the night away before his gaze fell upon a request he had prepared for the Zenith. A request for information that was locked away. The stories about the Sanguinaires and the legend of Benedict the Blessed only tell so much about the horrid existence of the Sanguinaire. What causes their bloodlust? How did they come to be? Many questions flew through his mind as he sealed the letters with his family’s crest. 

Yvain felt a surge of pride hit him. He thought back to his encounter with Radomir and smirked. [color=00e600][i]Oraphe has blessed my life for this specific goal. To rid the world of the things that go against the natural way of life.[/i][/color] 

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The night passed and the letters were dispatched towards their respective destinations. [color=00e600][i]Who could I get involved in this? Penny? No, that could spread the news to Yuliya… Yuliya… She could prove to be a good ally if total eradication is not possible. She seems rather ambitious.[/i][/color] Then the mental image of the perfect person entered his mind. [color=00e600][i]Sven might be the perfect pick to involve as he owes me his life..[/i][/color] He thought of a list of students he could potentially approach and laughed. [color=00e600]“Oh yeah, It’s all coming together.”[/color]