A Missive to Atticus Keen

[Flynnigan 267]

Late in the night, a figure moves through the Pontifical States. A dark-haired figure in a red hood masking his face pins letters to the walls and gates of those under the Church of Canon and the Pontifical States. With the rising sun lighting the new paper, those who pass by are drawn to the bold words. 

 

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To Atticus Keen

A Man Who Pursues My Silence With The Weapon of Fear.

 

After escaping your cruel grasp for over five years, I see you have finally decided to make a public statement calling for me to return against my will; dead or alive.

 

In all honesty, I was surprised by your lack of urgency when I first ran away, covered in scars and bruises, bleeding from my broken body as I sought to leave the nightmare that was serving under you as your Personal Levy and Scribe. I knew it would happen eventually, but it most certainly took longer than I expected. Though perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps you have sent Arkel after me since I left, and only now wish to make it public. I wouldn't know, after all, since you have been unsucessful thus far. 

 

In my years as a scholar, I studied history and politics. I read of many tyrants and dictators, authoritarians and totalitarians. They recognized those who stood against them; calling for them to be silenced and killed. They rose to power with those who were either blind to their cruelty or were terrified by what would happen to them if they spoke out. I was one of the latter; living in fear of what would happen if I was to fall out of your favor. I played along in desperation, but soon enough, your ledger was filled with too much red for me to stand by in good conscience and continue to serve you.

 

It's a strange thing, being free. Not standing before a man and his army that has made you acutely aware that there are fates worse than death. Your hands stop shaking, your heart stops pounding... and you realize that being drowned by fear is not a humane way to live. I have seen the wonders of the world. Kindness from strangers, the joy of true friendship, and the selflessness of others. Things I would have never come to know if I had stayed under your thumb. But I have also seen the griefs of the world. People have hid in fear, damaged by your so-called justice. 

 

I ran away from Ivoria years ago, and with me followed some wonderful people that I am glad you have lost. Liam Vanfer Tor could not look away from your red ledger either, and he joins me in my stand against you, and against your fear. 

 

Let’s speak on that, shall we? Your fear. I’ve met countless who have run from your country. They shake in it, tears dripping from their eyes as they weep for all they had done in favor of you, and now because they are terrified what will happen to both themselves and those they love in the repercussions for doing the right thing by stepping away from your country. 

 

If you call the truth treason, and you brandish the innocent as criminals, then Ivoria can never know real freedom; a freedom I shall stand with and for, even if that means standing against you and the entire Ivorian guard. If there is one thing I respect about you, it is that you are firm in your beliefs. So understand that I am just as firm in mine.

 

To all those who read this, I warn you. Be wary of the man named Atticus Keen. Of his acolytes that scream 'Ave Keen!' and view his word as gospel, no matter how the tendrils of lies may grow untrimmed. Do not just watch and allow his power to go unchecked and fester. 

 

To those who live in fear of Atticus, I call you. Don’t let him control you. Don’t let him keep you still and silent. I will forever stand in support of you.

 

And to Atticus, once more. Either to my will or against it, we will meet again. You will look me in the eyes as you make me a martyr, and you will see no fear.

 

If you wish to prove yourself an innocent, honest man, I suggest that instead of hunting down the witnesses of your trial, you face the court yourself and stop trying to dismiss the case. If you truly believe in GOD, then he shall protect you from those you call traitors, will he not?

 

Signed Flynnigan Bluefern

LONG LIVE FREEDOM!

[CasualNuker 1113]

"As a man that Atticus Keen also hunts, it is important that he faces due justice as soon as possible for he will kill any who tell his dark secrets to the world.." Adrian Henry Sarkozic would mutter in a private space.

[Kardika 1068]

"Heh, and to think it all came about because we forgot to give this hooligan keys to the barracks and he was locked in for a few saint's minutes..." he shakes his head with a disappointed sigh "Lying and twisting accounts in a vain attempt to gain standing or mina... BAH! pathetic, rob for you wealth like the rest of us" He spouts off to a few peasants standing idly by the missive posting, their faces blanketed with confusion.

[Plausifraunz 385]

Arya snorted as she too scorned the missive. 

 

"For a traitor who hides amongst pagans and claims for cannonist law, you'd think you would keep your alliances further in order." She drank from a small cup. A sigh. "A man who screams, shouts, and twists narratives to buy sympathy from men, he who lives not with Cannonists and who seeks justice in scriptures he knows little of, rather finds pity in a man willing to read them to him. Who finds comfort amongst mages and druids in a land not our own." 

 

 

"How pathetic." She spoke to herself, flipping through her papers on her desk. "This is hardly worth anyones time, let alone Bluefern's. Perhaps he should focus on solidfying the lies he's strown rather write missives he can't back."