A notice was left nailed to the front of the walls of the bralona compound, as well as several hotspots around the city. The Notice reads as follows: "Commander(s). While I have extended far more niceties to you thus far than I ever should have, consider this the final of such. First you take our city, burn our food, and deliver a plague upon our houses? And now you have the gall to attempt and uproot those at rest, or worse? You have trespassed on hallowed grounds, and disgraced the rest of those fallen. Such an action is inexcusable, and will be provided with due retribution. The Gravewatch will ensure your fall, try as you may to slow it. And heed these words, Karma comes for us all. Including you." The notice is signed with a long, Ithanian name, in an unmistakable red ink. " Gravemistress Celeste-Madeline Troissant-Huinousse Ressuscité-Coeur Venphine Chouette de Paradis" (Tagging those in charge down here @Bellarmina @WaterDruppel @OkaDoka @DedJok U guys are legendary keep it up!)
These notices have also had a message appended to their backs, perhaps seen only upon being torn down: THOU SHALT BE BUT ASHES
"Your destruction will soon come soon Bralona, you may think your invincible, but nothing is truly immortal.." The very recognizable Tech Priestess muttered after reading the parchment, before turning to leave.
The General has taken heed. He has left an unsigned reply nailed to the original version of the poster, which has been moved to a place in the square in front of Greygate where passersby might read it. < Your clamor belies your weakness. >
It had marched up with the General's entourage to place the Blacksteel Bronn's simple posting. Runnam itself would never write such a thing; originality of thought and Runnam were alien to one another. Acting as it always would, the dog of a soldier happily took in what the General had written without credit. It was a consideration that had not been developed by the centurion of a Bronn, that clamor in-of-itself could be a sign that their immediate victory was imminent. "'Your clamor belies your weakness'," it spoke at low volume to a hardhat wearing Bralla beside it, repeating it first for simple memory, and then, to sanctify the short sentence. As the group turned to make its way back towards basecamp, Runnam repeated the sentence. Like a shiny new toy to be played with in the goal of subjugation, it said it louder. An onlooker might've thought it speaking to the Bralla around it- but no. It seemed as if the Bronn declared it to the world. "Your clamor belies your weakness."
