A Message To The March Ash

[ThatWeirdGirl 432]

A young mali'ame could be spotted scurrying around Vailor, putting up fliers wherever she went.

 

When I was alive, I had hope, trust in people. Unfortunately, this trust was misplaced. Arsonists roam free, guided by a terrorist who wishes that we starve to death. He wants us to suffer, but I have learned people sympathize with him. Even though he wants us to starve, to die.

 

I’ve heard of this man turning people to bark, using dark magic. He wants us to destroy each other. Turn on our neighbors. And we’re doing it, destroying ourselves eagerly. Burning our homes. Destroying over a millennia and a half’s work.

 

Look around you. Look outside your window, listen to the children playing. Listen to them laughing. Imagine them screaming as they are torn to bits by wild beasts. Imagine their mothers weeping, the grief.

 

The city is not our enemy.

 

Language is not our enemy.

 

Civilization is not our enemy.

 

The March Ash is our enemy.

 

Open a book, read through it. Nurture a harvest to feed yourself and your neighbors. Walk peacefully among a path, sleep soundly knowing your children are safe from being ripped to shreds. Leave the fire in your fireplace. Rise up against the ones who wish to destroy you.

 

And for the arsonists who want to cause chaos: Leave the city, if you want. Nobody will stop you. Leave. Go to the wilds, live out your days there. Don’t force your neighbors to give up the life they chose.

 

The fliers have no signature left on them.

[ToodIes 1575]

A Mali'ker could be seen studying such a notice intensely. He carefully takes it into his hands to get a closer look.

The partially armor-clad 'ker mutters,

"Chaos was the law of nature; order was the dream of man."

The flyer flutters down to the ground as the elf strides away, a grim look on his visage.

[Cave_Creature 467]

Faeinn thumbed the flier thoughtfully. She sat against the wall she'd found it pinned to, staring at the words. She considered for a little while, thought that perhaps the opposing mystery writer held truth as well. But the child had made her choice - she worshiped the Aspects; she worshiped Nature, and the Creator that the secret author had written about. She suddenly scowled, and got to her feet again. With a huff the girl pushed the parchment into the flickering sacrificial flame in the center of town, standing to watch it crumple and burn. She felt a brief, cold touch on her shoulder, and she turned away.

[Lotoke 25]

Scratches his chin "Ah, yes, the one who wants to force balance" As Enedor continues to read, a faint smile would grow on his face. "Good... I am not alone..." He mumbles, before swiftly turning away.

[__WaterFox__ 636]

"How hilarious that people think that chaos is truly that... Just want to an exscuse to misbehave. Oh? Those who do actually believe chaos is nature's design? They are fools, probably desperate for some sort of peace. Death and life... That is the order of natue, a once perfect dance that helped the world flow so smoothly",Alirya said to one of her friends during a chat

[Elad™ 560]

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