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Anonymous ID: e45c81 March 5, 2020, 12:14 p.m. No.8326300   🗄️.is đź”—kun

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President pro tempore of the United States Senate

Incumbent

Assumed office

January 3, 2019

 

Preceded by Orrin Hatch

Chair of the Senate Finance Committee

Incumbent

Assumed office

January 3, 2019

Anonymous ID: e45c81 March 5, 2020, 12:21 p.m. No.8326340   🗄️.is đź”—kun

>>8326192

“Once upon a time, in a land covered in snow, where spring never touched, where nothing grew and everything froze; there the winter queen hold strong and men bowed to her mercy. There she and her kin ruled cold as the ice that covered the land’s lakes and rivers and harsh as the frost winds that howl through your soul. It was said; that she has ruled so long that warmth and freedom was as foreign a concept to her people as mortality and time is to the gods.

 

But like all great power, it was to be challenged. It stare from an idea which grew from the believes of the desperate and the helpless, which gave birth to the Baron. A being, pushed by their determinations and powered by their dreams of a land free of the Ice Queen. This being turned into a man who lead a rebellion, a revolution of a fiery courage, blazing honour and fierce loyalty against the ice and the snow.

 

For once, in the first time know to men, they were equal to the fay. The two powers clashed many a time, again and again, many perished from both sides, but neither relenting. The greatest battle, and the last battle flared in the Ice Queen’s keep as The Baron and his army stormed her hold. It came down to The Baron and the Ice Queen as they clashed wills and power, of fire, blood and ice. The Ice Queen fell, but last of her magic, she laid a curse on The Baron, turning the man and all loyal to him in to beast.

 

As the magic of the Ice Queen weakened, summer was able to once again reclaim the land, green the meadows and blossom the flowers, the balance between winter and summer was restored. But The Baron and his men, they lay dying among the among the darling buds, under the warm spring breeze. The Summer Queen was still a fay and nowhere near kind enough to save the beasts, for she and her kind did not know mortality as men do. However, she was grateful enough to offer the Baron and his people a gamble as all fay love a good game. She gave him a gift of an enchanted rose, if he could ever love truly and be truly loved in turn, he could break his curse for himself and all his subjects.

 

Which one could take as hot beasty-”