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Region: Dreams of Good Hope

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1 year 352 days ago via Cape of Good Hope	The Empire of Tyramon	Aerlanica wrote:"I...don't know what happened to Azerian that is the thing; he still persists, but...he also doesnt. My attempts to contact him have just been met with haze and a splitting headache, and often times...well...it...it was rather embarrasing, let's just say that." Alena sighed and blushed slightly. However the colour quickly faded. "Whatever they have done to him, it will require some work to take fix it." She gestued to Spencer. "Spencer, for obvious reasons, is out of action." **** Iblion giggled before his hands moved up from her chest to just around her neck. Once again, his nails pierced flesh, but this time they brought a slight burning sensation. He began to draw close to her ear, as he always did when his honeyed and invigorating tones spouted sweet nothings and intoxicating fantasies from his silver tongue. "How should we make permanent our bond? How shall we seal our pact forever...how shall we join ourselves in..." he smirked slightly before he continued, "...unholy matrimony." The nails sunk slightly deeper. Witta nodded. "For now, yes. I see no option but to wait." **** "Ah...hmm...well, our child shall be one way, but as I said that will have to wait until we have conquered everything. We could have a wedding, and have the world in chains as our audience..."