THE KING AND THE FARMERS

[Goon 1614]

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[!] Across the region of Urguan, a missive was spread and posted for all to read.

IN LUCE EST VERITAS. CIRCA. 8 SA

 

THE KING AND THE FARMERS

AN IMPLORATION OF RECONSIDERATION

 

 

To the Grand King of Urguan and His Council:

 

I can say now that I’ve lived long enough to see the moment that dwarven greed trumped the dwarven loyalty your kin are revered for, but I do not relish in this “accomplishment.” 

 

I suppose The Deceiver’s plagues are not to be underestimated- but I suppose I expected more.

 

Lifeless as it may seem to a passerby, many are still familiar with the village Veritas. It is a place that was rose when Almaris was settled by the descendants half a century ago, on land given to us by then Grand King of Urguan, Norli Starbreaker- and to him we are eternally grateful. Though, quiet as it may be, there is solace in quiet- comfort. A comfort that has acted as a beacon of respite for many in its time. You see, we did not have grand plans to make Veritas the most visited roadside village, it was merely a place for humble farmers and craftsmen to live in that same humility. To share crop and community with close kin and allies alike, and those with well-intentions were more than welcome to stop in for trade and festivities. Peacefully, we lived this way- for so long until most recent. 

 

Upon your decree, Veritas no longer belongs to its people.

 

Once the Waystone Corporation settled a stone’s throw from our porch fronts, it brought with it an unsettling bustle, and it was quite an eyesore, but we did not complain. When their solicitors came in hopes to buy the land we’d settled for half a century, we simply told them we were not interested; because we were not, and now we are forced from our solace for your visions of conquest. We wanted no part in their greedy endeavors of expansion and you have given the very land we wished to safeguard right to them. To make a kingdom of a farmer’s town, was no where else you may have picked out and on?

 

What of the dark elven stead, Stygian Hollow? The one that teemed with unholy fog; that is in dwarven land- had you not thought to use their emptied walls for your dreamed kingdom? Or is it that the whispers of your specially interested council members manipulated you to give them the very thing they incessantly pestered us for: our home.

 

We urge you, Grand King, to reevaluate whatever plan you have to expand the Urguani reach and leave Veritas from it. We are capable to govern ourselves. Our people are of the oldest, most loyal vassal- we do not attract the attention you wish we did as it stands, by design. We are a village of farmers and tradesmen. So what do you believe your overseers are capable of changing, and why do you believe it is better for our people that we are made to conform?

 

We feel betrayed, Grand King, despite how much you might apologize. Force this way of life onto the unwilling and you will breed nothing but resentment from those who dutifully heeded your word and paid your tax for decades, without question and without trouble. We feel our efforts have been sold off to the highest bidder- our resistance to corporate colonization made meaningless at the waft of your kingly hand. 

 

You may reclaim the land your kin has given us all those years ago, but we will refuse to pay tax for lands we do not own. Let our new owners, the Waystone Corporation, cover the costs of our people since it is what they wanted for so long.

 

You may reclaim the land your kin has given us all those years ago, but you will live with the shame of knowing you have failed your oldest and most loyal. That you have made many unhappy and have let your people’s voice go unheard. 

 

We understand king’s word is law, but we, the voice of Veritas, are telling you that this will bear no fruits- this plays no benefit for any.

 

Let our small town in your land be just that; a small town in your grand empire. 

End the corporate influence over our livelihoods, Grand King. 

 

You are the only one who can make this right. 

 

 

SIGNED,

 

THE COUNCIL OF VERITAS

[Covey 466]

"Fock." A wanderer would comment upon such news!

[BDanecker 867]

That particular Cooperation Owner that now owned Veritas did indeed stop and ponder of the writing of the missive amongst his businessdwed and men. "Veritas alreadeh wos owned by Ulfric. Give t'a task to anot'a dwed, ah'n t'ey're Betrayed? Umri always have lived paranoid loives... ah shame... Perhaps ah should ask t'em wot t'is loife et es t'ey're afraid ove so ah can truleh enforce et upon them eh? eh?" Asked in the surly fashion natural to he.

[RaiderBlue 1064]

A Highlander released a huff as he made his way about the land spreading the missive as far as he could making the idle statement as he moved along. "A shame what is befalling our poor town."

[Disheartened 809]

"Blind by greed" a pale-haired elfess decided once the news had been delivered to her. "They have no care for our people. None for the home we've built. How typical." 

[Zacho 2177]

[!] A missive would be sent from a distant land, to the so called council of Veritas, in private. It's scroll was ornate and decorated in the colors of the orcs, yellow, red, and black. 

 

"Dear Members of Veritas,

 

I, Jiangu'lak, Dominus of The Iron'Uzg formally extend a plot of land to your people should this issue not be resolved. You would be free to do as you please and will be left alone for the most part. If this issue is not resolved by your current host please seek me out and we may negotiate to how you see fit. "

 

Signed in blood

-Jiangu'Lak, Second to the Rex

 

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Sorry for lack of formatting, I'm on my phone consuming large amounts of sushi.

 

[1_Language_1 1671]

        "I do quite enjoy Veritas.. it would be a shame to see it gone. I often stop by the General Store, very unique place. Veritas is a diamond in the stone, a jewel of quaint farming villages. Shame there are so few left." Abraham remarks on all the good times he's had there.

[RaindropsKeepFalling 886]

The missive came across an Imperial, Theodosia O'Rourke. Her brows knitted together upon skimming the words, a grimace growing across her visage. She recollected attending a lovely festival in that village... passing through it amid travels. A true shame, surely. 

 

"Hm," she hummed under her breath- going on her way, perhaps to spread the word in passing.  

[Moenah 1069]

“The Revolution will not be transcribed. . .” Utters a Southeron teen within Veritas, donning a black beret upon her head.

[CherryBoy 157]

A lone elfess sits in a wooded shack reading over the missive thoroughly. Moments pass as she thinks on thoughts long lost before the parchment burst into flames. Darkness setting on the interior once more

[Moo_bot 775]

Tianrui Ren frowns on reading the news. He hopes that the good people of Veritas can see proper justice.

[Melpomenne 2032]

Art by Torrie Smiley

 

 

"They will tread on our PUMPKINS as they have with our VALUES!" Declared an angered Mayilun Dering, a life long resident of the beloved Veritas, as she gathered up the local townfolk with a fist held high.