La Frutos del Trabajo

‡ THE BOOMING CALL OF CANNONDOM ‡ A Call to Arms from Frutos del Trabajo ⎈ TO ALL BROTHERS OF FRUTOS DEL TRABAJO ACROSS AEVOS! ⎈ "Let the earth tremble, let the heavens split! For the Lord God is not in the silence of cowards, but in the fire and smoke of righteous might!" — Madre Flower, Her Holy Grassness Brothers! Faithful! AWAKEN! The land grows weak. Its rulers grow lazy. Its armies lose their edge. The faith, once a roar upon the wind, has faded to a whisper! The great nations, once proud and mighty, now bow to treaties and parchments, forsaking strength for stagnation! Oren flickers like a dying ember, Haense locks its blade away in ceremony, Urguan’s forges grow cold, and Balian—BALIAN!—whose cannons once thundered with righteous fury, now stand forgotten, rusting in the salt air! Where is the fire that once burned in the hearts of men? Where is the zeal, the devotion, the will to forge, to fight, to stand tall? Have the Scrolls not taught us that LABOR IS RIGHTEOUSNESS? That FAITH WITHOUT ACTION IS EMPTY? Did our Lord grant us hands only to fold them in prayer, or to raise them in toil, in strength, in devotion? ⎈ CANNONDOM IS THE HIGHEST CALLING! ⎈ For the boom of the cannon is the voice of God! The smoke of battle is the incense of our devotion! The strike of the hammer, the shaping of steel, the forging of fire—this is the labor of the faithful! This is what separates the righteous from the meek! ⎈ BROTHERS OF FRUTOS DEL TRABAJO, THE TIME IS NOW! ⎈ No longer shall we be scattered like stalks in the wind! We must rise as a FOREST OF STEEL AND SMOKE! Gather in the halls, upon the hills, in the forges and the fields! Let the world know that Frutos del Trabajo does not whisper—we SHOUT! WE MARCH! WE BOOM! For it is written: “A man who fears the storm is lost, but he who walks within it shall endure.” Let this decree be sent forth—nailed to the doors of the faithless, carved into the bark of the forests, carried by the wind, and thundered by the voice of cannon—FRUTOS DEL TRABAJO HAS RISEN! ⎈ LET THE CANNONS SING! LET THE EARTH SHAKE! LET THE REALM REMEMBER OUR NAME! ⎈ With righteous fury ‡ The One Who Remains ‡ --- Holy Ser Bamboo ---

A shared acolytes thesis, by Senor Bamboo, Cornstalk, Cactus, Celery, Sugarcane The Fruits of Aevos To the Holy Bishop of the Diocese of Andrikev, "BEHOLDETH! It is declared: to confess and seek not atonement is as setting fire to the fields, calling it wisdom, and dancing in the smoke!” — Madre Flower, Her Holy Grassness Only in the hallowed company of our MADRE (BLESSED AND REVERED BE HER NAME!) did we uncover a truth most dreadful: our recent deeds had been those of Iblees, that SORCERER OF DECEPTION, LORD OF TEMPTATION! We were ENSNARED! PUPPETEERED! CONTROLLED in his web of FALSEHOOD! IN DISBELIEF, we the Bamboo Brothers of St Amyas ventured on a SOUL RENDERING pilgrimage through Aevos, and within discovered the truth of God’s direction. For, mark it well, we had dreamed of holy fruits—glistening visions, sweet and golden, whispered into our ears by false fathers who called themselves holy men. They told us we were chosen, priests already, destined! Yet their words, though gilded, were poison, planted by that MASTER OF DECEIT, Iblees, who cast his shadow as brightly as he could, that we might mistake it for light. Thus begins our Acolyte’s Thesis—a humble treatise on repentance and the truths gleaned upon the rough-hewn roads of Aevos. We pray that you, a holy priest, wise and fatherly, may cast his gaze upon these words, take pity upon our misled souls, and draw us beneath your wing, such that we may serve GOD’s Word in honor and truth. Know this: repentance is not reaped with ease. It must be wrought through wearying toil, each step of our journey a scourge upon the soul, every blister a root of sin plucked forth. As the Scroll of Virtue doth proclaim, “Though the spring flower withers and the fruit of the tree falls to the ground, My Word lasts into the eve of the world.” We, the Bamboo Brothers, did learn that repentance must be endured like the tempest, the soul lashed and made low, its sins cast forth as chaff. In times past, blind men led by shadows, we were deceived by Iblees, LORD OF LIES, his twisted fruits shining with false light. These visions filled our minds—golden and sweet—and tricked us into seeing ourselves as holy men. False fathers whispered to us, robed in deceit yet hollow of faith, crowning us “priests” without cause. Thus we took to the fruit, not of GOD but of Iblees, and our hearts, parched yet longing, drank deeply of his mirage. Yet through the hardships of our pilgrimage, this veil of deceit was torn, GOD’s light striking our hearts as fire upon frost. What once seemed bright lay bare, and those fruits of Iblees withered to naught but ash. Thus did we come to know the true fruits of GOD: humility, patience, and a soul quieted before His will. True fruit doth is neither gilded like corn, nor is it sweet as sugar; it rises from the soil of repentance, from labor and sorrow. It is written, “Through toil and devotion, you shall yield a harvest in My name.” What Harvest than the steady gifts of a cleansed soul: humble, steadfast, bound to virtue alone? Thus, let this record be both confession and covenant—to seek and bear GOD’s true fruits, lowly as the corn stalk, rooted deep as the good ground, bound forever in His eternal light. Sincerely, The Bamboo Brothers of St. Amyas Senor Bamboo Senor Cactus Senor Celery Senor Cornstalk Senor Sugarcane

FRUTOS DEL TRABAJO HOLA AMIGOS DE HYSPIA! Us Senor Brothers were adventuring across Aevos to donate to local starving orphanages. However while on our pursuit a letter slapped our Senor Brother Bamboo’s face. It was from Hyspia. We saw your message, Hyspia, and we are sad to say we do not accept your “treason”. In fact, we REJECT your rejection. We must say that your attempt to silence us was A NICE TRY, BUT NOT NICE ENOUGH! In fact, we declare the problem is not us but wholeheartedly entirely you. We are INNOCENT men in the eyes of DIOS, whom YOU have WRONGFULLY accused of such HEINOUS actions. Should you REPENT we MIGHT or MIGHT NOT forgive you of this DISHONOR to our pious name and lineage. GRACIAS, —------------------------------------------------ —------------------------------------------------- —------------------------------------------------- —--------------------------------------------------------- —-------------------------------------------------------- —------------------------------------------ ---------------------

FRUTOS DEL TRABAJO HOLA AMIGOS DE HYSPIA! We have broken out of YOUR prison! After being WRONGFULLY captured for simply trying to save some poor haenseni-ruskin children AND a man with a weird beard from DROWNING! We snuck out while the Hyspian people watched! The Orange Hair man is No match for Us Senor Brothers. A Polite Grcais to Senor Elf, Arvel. Without him, we would’ve thought there was a chance of a trial without bloodshed! Adios Amigos! We will see you again soon! —------------------------------------------------ —------------------------------------------------- —------------------------------------------------- —--------------------------------------------------------- —-------------------------------------------------------- —------------------------------------------ ---------------------