Backstabbing And False Crowns.

[Theoderic]

Proconsul Virathus Krupp read the poetry of the frustrated youth, pursing his bottom lip in disappointment. Reclining, he offered it to a scribe to copy it into a book, his brow furrowed.

"Rearrange the words somewhat, and you might have a coherent denunciation of house Ravenstad here. Bleeding hearts of artists, wailing Nelfin - everyone itches to battle, but they do not look abroad to the state's enemies any longer. Everyone is ready to turn upon one another... Is there anyone who tempers their ambitions and passions with honour or principal?"

Beckoning his Velheimer attendant, he would recline in his chair as solution was whipped up to clear his mind. Scribbling after on some parchment, he could not help but be inspired by the pieces, especially after the mixture 'soothed' his mind.

 

[CelestialBoba]

Ida takes down the writings from the park and rips it into pieces only to toss it into the waters. She walked with determination. "Writings like these really do nothing good now and days. It only riles up the feelings and emotions while the one who wrote sits to watch the drama unfold. Who else is going to write and not act? Who else is going to act, but with reason? Where are the sound minds of Regalia that are willing to act?" She comes up to the building at the end of the main street and looks to her handmaiden. "Do take note of this, and let it never be your mistake."

 

[Goldifish]

Emilia came upon the poster in shreds. "I wish people would stop littering. The lampar keep eating the paper and making a mess." She huffed, bending down to collect some pieces who had escaped the previous person's wrath and throw them into the same pond.

 

[Stygial]

Elysial was walking through the park, reading, when he noticed the page. Closing his book and stretching, his eyes settled on the parchment nailed to the tree.
"Hmm? What is this?" He read the words, growing slightly more interested as he read downward, "A poetry message? Maybe a riddle of sorts?" He pulled the sheet down and stared at it as he walked. "Hmm.....a raven? Ravenstad, perhaps? Yet this last part speaks of the sun falling, religious meaning. Very peculiar...." He tucks the page into his book for later and continues walking on.

 

[AtticCat]

A well-known black-cloaked messenger would leave their notice under one of these:

How flattering to see
That others have come this way
Out of the shadow, into the reign
The reign of messenger, the reign of truth
Hopefully now we shall see
That the lies of our city
Come clean​

-Icarus Albatross​