Is Your Home Worth Fighting For?

[Knights5544 485]

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"They gambled with other people's liberty, and so lost their own" 

Gustaven von Halsfield, 1813

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Fresh posters were plastered on every building amongst Providence. It was clear that the person who had hung these did so recently. If one was to pass by or inspect it closely, the subject matter of said poster would depict the phrase:

 

IS YOUR HOME WORTH FIGHTING FOR?

IT WILL BE TOO LATE TO FIGHT WHEN THE ENEMY IS AT YOUR DOOR 

RESIST!

 

Pictured in the center of the poster is a wonderfully-crafted drawing of what resembles the typical noble family. Within the family was a small girl, a daughter perhaps - likely no older than seven or eight. The family seemed to be inside their well-off estate, evident by the luxurious architecture and room design; if your eyes were to trail to the family's front door, you would immediately notice two ISA soldiers bursting in with weapons drawn. The sense of fear was greatly expressed on the painted families features: the details of tears could be seen on the daughters eyes; the mother was distraught with terror, turning to flee. It's obviously clear that the ISA soldiers are entering the house with malignant intentions, one of them is even drawn grinning smugly as he rushes towards the family with his weapon drawn. The words above and under the painting were of a bold, black variety, obviously to pop out to the reader in an effort to catch their attention. 

 

It is clear that the poster's motive was to create fear amongst the nobles; to show how even they are not protected from the evils associated with the Empire. That they could easily be victims to these vile beings if they choose to neglect the problem at hand. The poster's insinuating that if we - as a people - don't stand together to fight against those above us, then it will be soon too late.

 

 

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[Macaroniminx 295]

Ophelia Romanov rose a brow as she looked at the poster that was somehow plastered on the wall outside of the Ministry of Justice. 
“Oh Fock, is there going to be another war soon or something?” 
 
With that being said, the blonde began to laugh. 

 

“They really caught at how chubby some of the ISA men are, even a dwarf can outrun some.”

It was clear Ophelia was yet again drunk off her arse and was having a good time laughing at the facial features and the bodies of the paintings

[Roguechaotic 264]

Aeonn casually looked over one of the posters before leaveing it where it hung walking off uttering

"Interesting concept this time atleast" 

[Elpreties 89]

Isaac was never one to care much for propaganda or politics, but he couldn't resist a wry chuckle upon seeing the ISA soldiers. They simply looked so silly in their little orange bodysuits. 

 

"Clowns, the lot of them," he smirked to himself as he walked away, "Perhaps Oren should try hiring soldiers who can do anything more than bully helpless citizens."  

 

As his fingers fell to the pommel of the blade hanging at his hip, he grinned, the ferrum cool against his skin. "Why don't I help speed the process along..." 

[__Clocky 770]

A halfling by the name of James Peregrin gazes upon the posters around Providence as he would trot around, a large burlap sack hung over his shoulder. He would slowly shuffle up to one, looking closely at it as he read.

 

"Foig''en, ISA, Oren bad, aye. 'Ow comical. T'is would 'ones'leh jus' beh be''ah ef Oren dedn' der fawk all ter 'elp teh people. Oeh well, teh attacks will conteenue." 

 

James would whisper to himself, before continuing to trot along with the bag on his shoulder...

[Slorbin 2932]

Edward Mith, as is customary, only reads the title before his eyes glaze over. "Mm.. I liv'n Norlin', but me house ain't that great.. I'd rath'r buy a new 'ouse then risk me life fer it, teh be hones'.. Whassis poster 'bout, again?"

[Josef_Rippelberg 0]

The young Kelhus Othaman chuckled as he saw the poster. "Oh? This poor man is serious? I wonder how hard the goats violated this man to believe such a thing. Regardless I shall show this to the Captain and Leon. They shall have a good laugh at this display. Now is it worth to die for my country? Da, Death before Dishonour. I would rather die a soldier of my country than live as a traitor."

[bugbytes21 790]

Supervising attorney Darkwood looks at the poster a frown coming across his face "The ISA are some of the most noble men in all of Oren, to slander their good names is not just dishonorable it is treason and defamation"

[makeitsoyoucandeleteaccounts 610]

Doctor Fassnacht took a peek at the poster, halting his pace as he went to read it, "I wonder what goes about these people's mind. A mystery, similarly to the brains of the ISA. All unpredictable.", spoke the Doctor, as he continued his stare. After some minutes of analysis, he continued his pace through Providence, whistling a tune as the mind of his own succumbed to his thoughts.

[Salium 178]

A deep and malicious aura began to shroud the room of Havardr Audhild. His head deep into meditation as he focused on his voidal connection. All until he heard a bang on his door, with a folded poster sliding underneath the crevasse.  Havardr would rip through the connection, making his way towards the poster.

Unfolding it, he read, observed and smiled. 

"Darkness with rise as we destroy them!"