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A Warning to Those with Gilded Thrones


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[!] A message would be pinned at the Cloud Temple noticeboard, depicting a haphazard and poorly formatted recruitment poster.

 

TO THE CITIZENS OF ATLAS,

 

The era of the degenerate is at an end, and we shall aid in pushing it off the ledge and into the dark abyss. We have grown weary with the Magi, the Elves, the Halflings, the Sky-Daemons, Nobility, etc. Those who abuse their power will no longer be safe upon the roads, and those who are deemed impure too shall fall to our might.

 

We are not bandits, but freedom fighters. We fight for the freedom to not have to live among beasts, and to return our homes to a pure state. We are sickened with the corruption this land has been infected with. Our ancestors of old had it better, they cared not if a halfling was tossed off an al-Wakrah rooftop and into the sea. Renatians, Norlanders, Haensemen, the Church, Elves- all tolerate whores and those who are degenerate. We believe this is because they have contracted the brain rot of the prostitute elf, and, thus, we will fight all those who propagate it.

 

We do not expect a quick victory, nor even to be taken seriously by the governments of Atlas. Though, perhaps, those who have fallen to our blade will.

 

Earlier this Saint’s day we already eliminated one of your most notable propagators of degeneracy, the prostitute Princess of Curon, Linette. We surrounded the wench, and we drove our steel into her belly. Following this, we attacked Antonius of Renatus, to send a message that even the most powerful of human states, should they defend degeneracy, should be hit. Though, admittedly, Antonius was a fierce fighter, one of our party-members escaped to tell the tale. This, is our tale:  

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Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves. Join us if you wish to fight for a pure world once more. Join us if you wish to put female rulers in their place. Join us if you wish to ensure all mages are kept buried below the ground, where no one may encounter their filth. Join us to send a message that the common folk hold power over the aristocracy. With our flesh and blood, let us build our new great wall. Join we, the SILVER SPEARMEN, to be free and propagate liberty.

 

 

One for honks, and honks for all!

 

 

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"This shakes the very foundations of the world..." mutters Amandil, in awe of the Silver Spearmen

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"This sounds like the opposite of freedom fighting." Comments Gwion.

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An old dwarf notes bandits will be killing as they please along the roads, an interesting course of action to keep an eye on

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Thumril would read this document clearly and grab his pipe "Well wot t'e fock is t'is?" Another "freedom fig'ters" group... t'ey keep growing intresting."Would say while smoking his pipe.

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*Reads over the paper as he sits in the forest, feeding some birds as he starts to chuckle* "I must say purity is such an interesting thing for each race it is different, elf's hold blood in purity high, humans gods in purity, orcs even do barbaric one must fight with honor, and dwarfs well the gold must be pure." *The bird looks at him like he is nuts as he looks back* "hmmm I must get around people more I start talking to animals to damn often.

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The fea-orc stood about idly, letting her lazy eyes skim over the lines of the poorly crafted poster, reading them aloud slowly with a fiery determination to try and understand the scribblings on it. She strokes her chin a few times throughout the exertion, eventually raising her hand to her ear to wiggle a finger around within it. The orcess withdraws her digit, now coated with a thick layer of ear wax, to drag it across the parchment to spell the word 'NUB'. Content with what she had accomplished, she turns about to pace off into the sunsent with heavy steps, knowing no pure man would want to lay hands on an overgrown goblin.

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“T’eh fock ‘ave we been doin’ wrong?” Says Madeline Applefoot, the Deputy of Dunshire 

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"What's classed as 'degeneracy'?" Khaine enquires with a wry curiosity.

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"Such a fascinating race the humans are, so varied in their ideals….” Val exclaimed with a bright smile on his face, reading over the pamphlet “I suppose that's why I've worked alongside them this long…” he flipped his head backwards, looking to the sky with a gleam in his eye; a sigh of relief escaping him swiftly “Since the days of Courland…...It isn't time to stop yet, the Echimirs need you.”

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Spoiler

 

Kadraz bin Herod al Irongutii wraps the keffiyeh around his head, donning the scarf of the mujahedin and pulling his coat tight over the alchemical potions straped to his vest.

 

He prays to Yemekarallah (swy) before slowly marching into the cloud temple in the name of the cause. He remembers the 72 dark elven maids.

 

He utters one last prayer before it all goes black...

 

 

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Arkwright reads this, and can't help but laugh "Freedom? Really? And to think, if anyone did take them seriously, they just threatened half the world... idiots, the lot. Not my business, but couldn't Renatus, Marna, Curon, and all them just rally an army and get rid of them? And how about those Reivers, while they're at it. No use letting them hang around."

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Magnus reads the letter and laughs to himself "They sound like those old fleep soldiers of yore, but why do they have to act as terror insurgents!"

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