Across several major cities are small missives posted in every nook and cranny the poster could find. Stuffed under doors, between the crevices of gates and even in some cooking pots. Upon each is golden oak symbol emblazoned on each piece of parchment.   In this world where bloodshed runs rampant A plague like no other, that no magic or medicine can cure   It comes to us to decide where we draw the line, Where we must pause and think,   Why?   T