To the Men of Haense

[High_On_Math 404]

[!] You would find the following missive posted around Haense and its neighboring territories.

 

 

 

Let the judgement of GODAN be upon Haense, for their hearts have turned from the wealth of the spirit, and now desire the wealth of the land. 

 

For GODAN bid his faithful this: You shall not desire the wealth of this world, nor the wealth of others, but the wealth of the spirit; yet the men of Haense stripped Mali of their own wealth.  Out of Haense’s lust for the wealth of the world, they seek to strip Haelun’or bare.

 

GODAN has not given the earth as inheritance to the children of Horen, but to the Mali.  Likewise, he gave to Mankind the Seven Skies as their allotted inheritance.  And yet the men of Haense turn their eyes from Heavenly things and lust after the soil of the earth.

 

Haense proclaims, “We are a Cannonist Kingdom!” and yet they act no more morally than the heathens of Urguan (To whom Haense has bound itself). 

 

Hear this, remaining faithful of Haense!  Shall you serve GODAN and pursue justice, or shall you remain servants of Greed and Lust for Wealth, which Urguan, bearing these curses, has become an emblem of?

[SteppeNomad 1552]

Some extremist scratches his head seeing the missive posted. Though he wears a sacred mask, his features obscured, he couldn't help but find himself in agreeance

 

"This is our Struggle. To maintain truth, and our blessed ways, whilst the men of the world openly degenerate. Seeking to only further the forces of evil in this world.

 

May the Valah crawl from their fiendish pits and find brightness in truth and mercy of the spirit, of the force above. For they do ne need to take the homeland of others, when so much space yet held for their own. For it is ne the general citizen, but the truly cursed men of their 'crown'. May they know they only bring what is to come upon themselves"

 

Already are others who join this struggle armed. May their Sacred War be held true.

[_Sheylo_ 984]

By fate, the missive reached a true Mali'thill whom lets out a small groan and lifts a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"By the day I grow more confused.. These others, who hardly walked through the city can make such an outcry."