THUS UNTO TYRANTS

[Publius 4098]

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THUS UNTO TYRANTS

 

 

Attend the words of a Republic of freemen! With the thrust of our sharp blades we have felled the Silver Tyrant of Lurin and unshackled ourselves from the past. Our destiny now lies within our hands, guided by God on high.

 

When the good deputies of our republic, militia and holymen alike, arrived in the city of Lurin it was clear foul magic grew at its centre. Decay was found, but we rebuked it - for there is no reconciling with the void, lest our rights be trampled by Iblees’ deceivers.

 

Yet, Narithen Uialben dwelled in that decay, if not encouraging it. So we found him on a throne, alone, as all oppressors shall die, and brought him the justice and will of the people. He fled before our onslaught, but a wildman by the name of Enor Cray took his head. So let it be known, that is the duty of all just men, to resist and end tyranny. And thus Salvo has been freed.

 

Such disregard for the people is what we must face - and we do not shy away. Our folk in the old lands of Lurin will each have their voice heard, and we will do so as equals. In this Republic, it is not by privilege or class, but by will and common interest that our nation will steer itself well into the future.

 

So we speak to you, the common man in all realms: There is land for any man or woman to stake a claim in our nation, unburdened from the privileged landowners of olde, should they be willing to raise arms for the Republic. It shall also be your voice which resolves the laws of our land, not that of a blue-blooded titlemen who knows not the sweat of our brow or the dirt on our hands.

 

Yet, it is paramountly the duty of each man to defend their fellow canonists against the voidal mages that haunt our nation. Our enemies have sworn to exterminate us but they underestimate our will. We will relish in our rights or perish in their defense.

 

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Levi Summers,

Committee of Correspondence

Edited October 12, 2024 by Publius

[Zqppy 918]

Earoslav Rostova looks unto the missive and nods "Death to Heretics, Long Live the Republic"

The Sovereign would say counting his coins, rubbing his eyes verily

[Onnensr 1908]

Father Nerium gave the missive a confused, if glad series of nods. It appears things never go as planned, and there may in fact never be a Great Crater of Lurin, as seemed the most likely future. His eyes fell upon the crest of the missive, feeling something emerge deep within his soul. It came from someplace deeper still than that, beyond even the veil perhaps, to the root divine spark in all Descendants... "Yeehaw!" he shouted, and was frightened at the inexplicable cry. His heart beat faster, and his palms sweat. Why did he want a steak?

[The Black Lubba 563]

“And so it shall be. I hope they remove his wretched wife from our realm as well.” Lumia nodded approvingly at this declaration of her disowned son’s demise. It was inevitable. Whether it be by these Salvo men or by her own hand. She was glad to not have to have done it herself, nor risk one of her more loyal son’s health to rid Narithen of breath…

[framalam 837]

“DEATH TO TYRANNNYY!!! LOOONGGG LIVEEE THE REPUBLIIIC!”