Catalyst | Response From Cal

[Yurs]

Missives scattered throughout the remains of Crookback, though chiefly the overworld where they very clearly had no place, carried sigils of Kaahl Sarnai in the plainest font for all to see.​

"I, Lodestar Qalhata Sarnai, awoke today to find my name dragged through the mud and sullied with accusations of crimes both treasonous and treacherous. To this slander I have but one thing to say:

Yeah, I did it. And I'm going to do it again.

If there exist any of you now who can look upon the ruins of Crookback and say to me with the utmost certainty that peace and understanding was ever a possibility, that the actions of a radical few can result in the destruction of an entire community at the hands of those who preach 'harmony' and still be just, I implore you have your head checked. You met us eye for eye -- all I can do is thank you for revealing your true colors, as we did ours.

Your institutions failed us, your people scorned us -- and so we've elected to suffer you no longer. You can come out now and denounce us, stand in solidarity against us and raise your flags high for all the world to see.. But honestly? I don't care for your empty platitudes, and I can't name many who truly represent the undercity that would.

You had your chance for months to prove your methods worked: now it's ours. Enjoy the fireworks."
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[Bearacuda]

 

[Rowet]

 

[MrNoot1]

The Haagenvig was NOT pleased to be wondering around the city when it settled down. He'd stop in Crookback, hooded to hide himself from the others that are hunting his family. He'd search to find the notice, scouling as he'd then run off back home to prepare for a battle like no other.

 

[TyrolleanEagle]

"Three thousand Regals, my lord."

The aging nobleman lurched with a slight wheeze, looking up from the report he'd been half paying attention to with a bewildered expression. "Three thousand? Did I hear that figure correctly, Oberholtz?"

The young aide nodded, shifting his arms awkwardly behind his back. "Yes, my lord. Three thousand Regals."

"For bloody parchment? A typical shipment has only cost a mere fraction of that in the past." The Typhonus shifted in his chair, an expression of bemusement still plastered upon his features. "I certainly hope this is not some political statement on behalf of a damned parchment company."

"No, my lord. The representative informed me that they are experiencing a severe shortage of materials. Apparently, someone in the capital purchased a great deal of parchment recently." The aide said, still shifting uncomfortably.

The retired general sat forward swiftly, slamming a gloved fist down atop his desk, his exquisitely groomed moustache trembling with frustration. "Bloody who? For what damned purpose would someone need that much bloody parchment? Throwing damned notices to the wind?"

Most mysterious indeed.​

 

[Anseran]

"Imagine... A group fighting perceived fire. With literal fire. Followed by calling out their enemy for using fire, and then claiming your method for solving these issues - which is said to be better than those that came before - is to use fire again."

The enthusiastic Osira chortled, waving his hands about the air comically from one side to another as to emphasise his point to the likely contrastively tired friend sat across from him.

"Y'know I appreciate Cals humour. But if she wanted to really criticise the institution that apparently failed her, why not just attack them, the Empire? I mean. Hating on the Exist is an old Void trend but it doesn't exactly contribute to her goal anymore than pissing the city off. If that's what she wanted, kudos, but she just stuck a huge target on her back."

The Cielothar shrugged before glugging back some fine Daen wine.

@caubeenedCorvid​