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Long has the city of Regalia suffered at the hands of the Sanguine. It has seen its sons slain, its daughters taken, its houses burned and its leadership eroded. But proudly has it carried itself through these crises, emerging each time the victor. With each repeated blow, it rises again stronger, prouder, and faces its next opponent. The Kathar have dealt upon the nation dark days, with overwhelming numbers and vile Voidling sorcery, and the attention of the people is focused outward upon the Elven Moors. But an insidious force lies under our very feet. When our power is needed most to destroy the enemies who assail us, they crop up, clawing our ankles, biting at our heels. The Sanguine of Regalia and their Hierarchy grow more desperate and more brutal with each defeat they suffer. Having tried and failed to attack the Corsair Lord and his rightful positions at the ferries, they are now regrouping underground, considering new targets. They walked into our holdings and took one of the Graywitch Guards, Leironse, for a time. They have broken their only extant truce, and forced their way into Petalcourt, disregarding the only scrap of honor which still bound them. They walk among us in droves, Alais and Zikiel alike, and prey upon the naïve and the unheeding. Even as they suffer defeats, their rash confidence and insolence only grows - only recently were we forced at their hands to place the city entire under a curfew. Forced to lock ourselves in our buildings and wait in quiet fear. Is this victory - is this progress? And now the Sanguine make moves to destroy the Altalar as well. The solution is simple: much clemency has been shown. Many kindnesses have been given. But the day has arrived where the aggressions of the past cannot be forgiven or forgotten, and they must finally pay for the years upon years of what they have exacted to our families, our psyches, and our hearts.
By declaration of:
The SIHNDAR of the School of Esa-Ajo
The ALTALAR of the Metlalaan
The YANAR of Petalcourt
And those AVANTHAR who wish to fight:
The solution is simple. They come for the Pantheon Cistern.
They must not be allowed to seize it.
They will be destroyed by their own avarice.
In short: to war against the Sanguine. No mercy. Rid the sewers of filth.
Any who wish to contribute to the cause by fighting may pen a letter to the unmarked, unnamed box specified below, where those undertaking the mustering may find you and incorporate you into the effort.
[EDIT: To 'send a letter', DM Oka#0001 on Discord. She'll see it. ]
Long has the city of Regalia suffered at the hands of the Sanguine. It has seen its sons slain, its daughters taken, its houses burned and its leadership eroded. But proudly has it carried itself through these crises, emerging each time the victor. With each repeated blow, it rises again stronger, prouder, and faces its next opponent. The Kathar have dealt upon the nation dark days, with overwhelming numbers and vile Voidling sorcery, and the attention of the people is focused outward upon the Elven Moors. But an insidious force lies under our very feet. When our power is needed most to destroy the enemies who assail us, they crop up, clawing our ankles, biting at our heels. The Sanguine of Regalia and their Hierarchy grow more desperate and more brutal with each defeat they suffer. Having tried and failed to attack the Corsair Lord and his rightful positions at the ferries, they are now regrouping underground, considering new targets. They walked into our holdings and took one of the Graywitch Guards, Leironse, for a time. They have broken their only extant truce, and forced their way into Petalcourt, disregarding the only scrap of honor which still bound them. They walk among us in droves, Alais and Zikiel alike, and prey upon the naïve and the unheeding. Even as they suffer defeats, their rash confidence and insolence only grows - only recently were we forced at their hands to place the city entire under a curfew. Forced to lock ourselves in our buildings and wait in quiet fear. Is this victory - is this progress? And now the Sanguine make moves to destroy the Altalar as well. The solution is simple: much clemency has been shown. Many kindnesses have been given. But the day has arrived where the aggressions of the past cannot be forgiven or forgotten, and they must finally pay for the years upon years of what they have exacted to our families, our psyches, and our hearts.
By declaration of:
The SIHNDAR of the School of Esa-Ajo
The ALTALAR of the Metlalaan
The YANAR of Petalcourt
And those AVANTHAR who wish to fight:
The solution is simple. They come for the Pantheon Cistern.
They must not be allowed to seize it.
They will be destroyed by their own avarice.
In short: to war against the Sanguine. No mercy. Rid the sewers of filth.
Any who wish to contribute to the cause by fighting may pen a letter to the unmarked, unnamed box specified below, where those undertaking the mustering may find you and incorporate you into the effort.
[EDIT: To 'send a letter', DM Oka#0001 on Discord. She'll see it. ]
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