Zyrul (BZPRPG) gathers his cloak around his body. He is taking temporary leave from The Academy; he must go to see a friend. He turns to Kyshim, who is also cloaked. "My leave must remain secret. I'll be gone for a day or so. I don't want any sort of suspicions fluttering around The Academy. Nor do I want any rebellion. If you see any rebellion, stamp it out as fast as possible." He glares at his Right Hand. "And that includes you." "Yes, master." The two bow to each other, salute, and depart. A wave of dust conceals Zyrul for a moment as he walks on.
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| - Zyrul (BZPRPG) gathers his cloak around his body. He is taking temporary leave from The Academy; he must go to see a friend. He turns to Kyshim, who is also cloaked. "My leave must remain secret. I'll be gone for a day or so. I don't want any sort of suspicions fluttering around The Academy. Nor do I want any rebellion. If you see any rebellion, stamp it out as fast as possible." He glares at his Right Hand. "And that includes you." "Yes, master." The two bow to each other, salute, and depart. A wave of dust conceals Zyrul for a moment as he walks on.
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| - The Minority/Rebels, The Loyalists
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| - Zyrul, Kyshim, Tommi, Alta, Lazok, VMN, Saeras, Pohaka, Matuk, Rahkar, Votan, Dwin, Seshu,
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| - Archives, Onu-Metru, Metru-Nui
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| - Zyrul (BZPRPG) gathers his cloak around his body. He is taking temporary leave from The Academy; he must go to see a friend. He turns to Kyshim, who is also cloaked. "My leave must remain secret. I'll be gone for a day or so. I don't want any sort of suspicions fluttering around The Academy. Nor do I want any rebellion. If you see any rebellion, stamp it out as fast as possible." He glares at his Right Hand. "And that includes you." Kyshim nods, understanding the sincerity of the situation. He won't be able to start a rebellion, but having his Master gone for a day or two will certainly work to his advantage. "Yes, master." The two bow to each other, salute, and depart. Kyshim turns to see his master walk off towards the barren horizon. Kyshim himself has barely ever been outside of The Academy. His master will be stepping into a world of rebellion and chaos. What...allies will be found out there? A wave of dust conceals Zyrul for a moment as he walks on. In a few moments, it has vanished. And so has Zyrul.
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