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TRAVEL ADVISORY - SUTICA


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A WARNING FOR THE CLOWNISH PEOPLE

As dictated by Sprinkles, 18th of Grand Harvest, 1749

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A poor clown scribe at his desk, penning the foul news with his quill and disappearing-inkwell.

 

Good Jestings to you, fair travellers, and beware of Sutica. Long has this city been known as a den of poor humor and degeneracy. It is a lawless place, filled with crime, vice, and villainy, where upjumped sorcerers exert majjykal tyranny on the common man. It is a place where neither mirth nor morality holds sway, and the most atrocious acts are committed daily. Despite this, I once regarded it as safe for clowns – alas, how comical it now sounds!

 

It is with regrettably little mirth that I write to you, brothers and jesters. The Sutican state has announced its intention to expel the Clownish people, and to perpetrate jestercide on those who remain. They claim, without evidence, that a “clown cult” operates within their borders, and have taken this as carte blanche to kill jokers on sight. After being detained with no presumption of innocence - I, Sprinkles, fled Sutican borders fearing for my nose.

 

So I must warn you, if you are a man or woman of clownish persuasion, to avoid the state of Sutica. Regard all Sutican agents with the highest suspicion, as they are armed with the majjykal arts and dangerous. I enjoin the civilized nations of Arcas to sanction the state of Sutica, to do anything in their power to end this humorless injustice. 

 

MAY YOUR TRAVELS BE SAFE AND FULL OF LAUGHTER,

Sprinkles the Clown

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Rhaella would put a hand up to cover her mouth. Was it to hide a smile and a laugh? or in horror? Who knows.. All she could think though was “Maybe I shouldn’t have given Xavis that clown head as a gift.. It seems he didn’t like it very much.” 

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“What” says the local trade father, wondering how his nation can get any more autistic.

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7 minutes ago, Tha_Mystery_Man said:

“What” says the local trade father, wondering how his nation can get any more autistic.

 

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A clown wails from the bottom of a Sutican gaol pit, begging the Trade Father to intervene.

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Lily is left speechless for once in her life, reading over the missive with a look of confusion.

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“Yes, kill them all” says local genocidal sutican guard

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"We live in a society" Hearth would mumble.

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Spoiler

GANG
FREE UP SPRINKLES
FREE DA DOGS
HES LOCKED UP IN THE BIN

Evindal scoffs shortly after reading the note, “Ah... poor sprinkles – at least he has found shelter among the Hemlocks” he’d then drop the note and walk off to find his clown pal.

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“Thank lat sprinkles.” Says Goldgrabba the Greedy, reading the missive – barely – as he conducted his rounds of scrap collection. 

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“Normally I would just eat the clowns, but I think they taste funny.”

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