An Old Man's Perspective

[Jonificus 2741]

Grandpa Artyom Vanir sits by his desk, watching over his grandchildren and great-grandchildren bickering over trivial things. The elderly man chuckles to himself and sighs, pulling out a piece of paper and a quill. "I may not be greatest writer.. but here goes.." He dips the quill in ink and gently writes on the paper, his arthritis suffering hand moving cautiously.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkKEynoTwp8

 

"My fellow humans, I am not good with words but I sincerely hope my message will be understood.

I have few years left to live and I want to spend those years without having to worry about everything I hold dear. During the last uprising against the Carrion dynasty I had to bury my one and only son, a vivid memory that still keeps me up at night.

Now that there is a new revolt going on I fear for my many grand and great-grandchildren's lives.

I don't want to place decent Vasili, stupid Harald or even disappointing Arik into their graves.

 

Pride and greed is sin for a good reason, lords and kings, please think of the consequences of your wars for titles. If you have not noticed yet there is a daemon of old that wants us all dead, he does not care if we are renatian, raevir or waldenian, he will kill us all. So let us stop holding our blades at eachother's throats, for the blades are needed to protect humanity.

 

I bid you quarreling lords and kings, please stop thinking culture is more important than survival, you can feel proud after defeating daemons.

-Artyom Vanir."

 

Artyom takes a quick glance over the paper, shrugging "Boys, read paper and make sure grandpapej have not made errors... oh and make copies, I want them on city gates." The old man shuffles into his room, mumbling to his relatives before closing the door "Now if you excuse Artyom.. I will be in bed untill the heartlanders' war for pride is over."

[Endovelicus 613]

Father Kristoff nods in approval. "Finnaly someone who has sense in his mind."

[susitsu 871]

A single Red Mage of Renatus responds to this with a song. From somewhere, it comes, written by who, it does not say, but this song is for all the men fighting against The Crow.

 

Come Out Ye Black And Golds!

I was born on a Abersi street where the Crow drums did taint & beat
And those loving strelts feet they walked all over us
And every single night when me dad would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbours out with this chorus

Chorus: Come out you black and golds! Come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wife how you won medals down in Furnstock-
Tell her how the OSL made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Vekaro!

Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Horen
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are the smears and jeers that you loudly let us hear
When our leaders of Auslon were purged by Ostromir.

Come tell us how you slew them ol’ Rentains two by two
Like the Kaedreni they had spears and bow and arrows
How bravely you backstabbed one with a poisoned dagger
And you oppressed them Oreniens to their marrow

Now the time is coming fast and I think them days are here
When each Crow on in heel run before us,
And if there be a need then my kids will say, "Godspeed!"
With a verse of two of singing this mine chorus.

[Blundermore 2741]

"Alas one voice does not disturb the expanse that is this ocean of insanity. I've been preaching this very message for years to all of the Races and yet they still fight one another."

 

*He says as he comes across one of the many letters attached to the gates before sighing, travelling past the gate to continue wandering as he always has done.*

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.