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Pinned on every Wood-elven home is the following piece of parchment.

 

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We are owynist. We are proud. We are coming.

(Suffer the cringe.)

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Alwyn smiles at his firm beliefs.

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Morgan tilts his head

"Your emblem implies that you are drilling a belief into people's heads."
"Not very appealing."

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"Better cover them shoulders." 

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"These marketing pitches are getting out of hand." Artimec muttered, ripping down the posters, wondering how someone was able to get behind the closed gate of the city and pin one to every single home without being noticed once in the first place. He's fairly certain such a thing would be impossible within the boundaries of reality, but folk speak of an alternate plane of existence called the for'ums where posters bloom on everything like cancer spreads across skin.

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Veidan would rather have his almonds activated, not drilled into. 

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Nynaeve would blink as she looked to the poster on her home. Shaking her head, she would proceed to take it from her door. "Well, this is one way to get rid of it." she would move to the fire and toss the paper into it.

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"don't you have other important things to work on like a fractured humanity instead of swinging your cock around like some spastic" asks a random high elf 

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Mare nods with her own beliefs. "Its not Owynist without obnoxious tendencies! And Onslaught in return."

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Emanaf does his part in ripping down the posters, and resolves to check the entry ledger for any suspicious human entrants once the Kaedrini propaganda is cleaned up.

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In his travels Siegmeyer, a soldier of the Black Sepulchers, would find one of these posters. Upon inspecting it he would nod in agreement and move on to with his day. Beating some poor 'heretic' Elf an inch to death.

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"Hur, mi grukz wi releez da scaddernaks into der goi duryng daeh ambuzh agh ged ryd ob dem boeth" Oracle'lur chimes.

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Varen'thal nods, pretending to know what this means, before heading back to Norseth'onn.

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