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Vote begins now.

Towards the peak of the morning, a dense congregation of clouds rolls over with moist texture of a clear dew formation gathered inside it; slowly fleecing over the blue sky anticipating the arrival of the lazy sun.

At the capital of the empire, the zenith of the royal court; where all top echelon from various cycles within Astoria were present in a hussed intensive discussion regarding the known circumstances facing the empire.

Only at its arrival two guardians have been killed; added to countless securities agents lost. Special advisor to the royal family Mr Jones begins his analysis, * welcome all, your majesty. * Whilst prostrating like an official salute for courtesy.