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Pertinaxi Prose


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A piece of paper barring some poetry is tacked to the front gate of Ves, the flyer flapping in the wind tunnel of a gate. The script reads as follows.

 

 

First they came for the Marnans, and I did not speak out-

Because I was not a Marnan.

Then they came for the Norlanders, and I did not speak out-

Because I am not a Norlander.

Then they came for the Santegians, and I did not speak out-

Because I am not a Santegian.

Then they came for the Ostmarkish, and I did not speak out-

Because I am not a Ostmark.

Then they came for the Curonians, and I did not speak out-

Because I am not a Curnoni.

Then they came for the Haensemen, and I did not speak out-

Because I am not a Haensettian.

Then they came for the Dwedmar, and I did not speak out-

Because I am not a Dwarf.

Then they came for the Orcs, and I did not speak out-

Because I am not an Orc.

Then they came for the Canonists, and I did not speak out-

Because I am not a priest.

Then they came for the Illatians, and I did not speak out-

Because I am not an Illatian.

Then they came for the Vesnians, and there was no one left to speak for us.

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Waldemar faintly elbowed his fellow Courlander as they were drinking their emblematic coffee.

 

"See how productive they got after locking themselves up from our raids? It's like rainy day poets. Their cowardice is springing an artistic renaissance."

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Glottgut’Raguk rolls over in his grave angrily, considering how this would have never happened if they sided with the Coalition in Atlas.

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Pierre Luc frowns at the clear lack of representation of the Auvergne peoples.

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