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A few pieces of parchment would be scattered across the Animosity Bridge and nearby the entrance to the Arena District's sewer system. Bits of ink were scattered across by the 'writs', dazzled over and dripping across the nearby walkways to where they could be found. Holes and other forms of batter to the papers were evident, decorating each like bits of swiss-cheese. They read;
Corruption Spawns in Pathetic Orders
It remains an utter, deplorable crime that the quality of knights whom reign in the now dominating orders of faux-Metropolitan shall stand. Whether it be that of the deranged Lotharians, hired Viridians, false militants masquerading, and other manners of bewilderment, all remains clear; A poison lurks beneath the surface of our modern city.
Anarchism reigns in the streets, so much that both the Crookback and our city's branches have united in secrecy. The dead and the afflicted walk so freely amongst their compatriots. The butchery of the Metropolitan has been laid to rest. The laws are now closer than ever to be enforced by true, free will. It seems that only the power of individuals and their wily militias rule for any semblance of common decency or law.
Yet, what these organizations lack is simply framework. Power in sheer magnitude and indoctrination is necessary to control the capital beneath shadowy forces. Shadowy forces which have been used to produce a new era of the 'knight', an era which has been poised by worsened 'products'. Though unripened cicadas crawling too early from their earth, the new Orders remain fresh for the picking of hardened jays to snag.
I say this moreso as a challenge than anything of a threat. I understand your allegiances shall not feel any fragment of caution nor the effort to proceed with mercy until a blade is forced down your gullet. You are animals lurking beneath skin suits, waiting only to hunt without any form of mercy beyond your sublime vision of an impossible paradise. I speak candidly of you, the Lotharian Order, whom scourged my presence so effortlessly.
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The entirety of these new pieces of 'meat' sent to deter my presence from the city and thus my action of true creed has been pathetic. Especially from those so intrigued by my presence within the Institute by Norinn or the jests I've made through my pseudonym as 'Tony'. Imagine the utter shame to say the words 'Tony' so seriously, knowing that the entirety of this city believes you are a chimpanzee clapping cymbals until I eventually escape into mere mirages once more.
I've had enough of this tomfoolery, to say the least. To those associated with whatever fringe groups of the Lotharian Order exist now, I answer that you pardon my dispelling for being too devoted to your creed and decide to banish yourselves from stepping a singular foot in what remains my freedom to enact revenge. If you shall so 'bravely' ignore these words and declare my writing as something of another erratic tangent, it is quite the tragedy you do not enjoy any form of theatre.
That being said, for those associated with any of the Lotharian Order, in particular two Houses beginning with a 'V' and a 'K', let's talk. Maybe not face to face, until you've mettled yourself enough not to bring weaponry out of a recurring fear, but on these pamphlets I dragged cheaply from drain pipes. I am surprised they continue to allow cowards to survive in the Order, especially those so blindfolded by ego to ignore any challenge in their city. A fantasy formed by utter ignorance.
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Fortune Strikes The Bold
I am fairly impressed by the corruption found within so many households to parade as enforcers of nonexistent law. Now, as a man of my revenge, I am coming for you. All these matters of extending their hands to capture and meddle in cosplays of true soldiers will not be tolerated. Especially towards the little 'uniforms' certain sects of the Lotharians have donned or the militants calling themselves 'Orders', I am going to deter you. I lack a face and I lack a name publicly, beyond any matter of games to play around. Myself and my acts are beyond any fabric of construction that you can physically grasp.
Foremost, for those that still have my bones in your possession, I am on route to retake what is rightfully mine.
For the so-called 'knights' that've left matters of scarring to my physicality, I am going to butcher you to ashes beyond even your deadliest graves.
For the Houses that continue to play dress up amongst the streets, I recommend you understand your position in affairs as I shift into a new form each time we speak.
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The most beautiful aspect of it all is a sense of acceptance. Many believe I am lunatic, to which they are fundamentally correct. That is why I'm offering to have all of these independent 'factions' bring their doubloons to me. Send your apologies, publicly, before I force them down with flesh and steel, especially those concerning the Consulian Order.
The Lotharian Order? Perchance I expect a hint of civility, yet I am not one to undertake much for the fiends whom so carelessly attempt to end my life and rip my flesh to shreds. If you wish to live your lives in fret of your greatest error pushed to the world, go right on ahead, but I am no longer in need of your services. Consider this a bit of revenge to claim for all those efforts made against myself. I want you all to pay your tolls, whether it be via peace or by the lords of blood.
Corruption Spawns in Pathetic Orders
It remains an utter, deplorable crime that the quality of knights whom reign in the now dominating orders of faux-Metropolitan shall stand. Whether it be that of the deranged Lotharians, hired Viridians, false militants masquerading, and other manners of bewilderment, all remains clear; A poison lurks beneath the surface of our modern city.
Anarchism reigns in the streets, so much that both the Crookback and our city's branches have united in secrecy. The dead and the afflicted walk so freely amongst their compatriots. The butchery of the Metropolitan has been laid to rest. The laws are now closer than ever to be enforced by true, free will. It seems that only the power of individuals and their wily militias rule for any semblance of common decency or law.
Yet, what these organizations lack is simply framework. Power in sheer magnitude and indoctrination is necessary to control the capital beneath shadowy forces. Shadowy forces which have been used to produce a new era of the 'knight', an era which has been poised by worsened 'products'. Though unripened cicadas crawling too early from their earth, the new Orders remain fresh for the picking of hardened jays to snag.
I say this moreso as a challenge than anything of a threat. I understand your allegiances shall not feel any fragment of caution nor the effort to proceed with mercy until a blade is forced down your gullet. You are animals lurking beneath skin suits, waiting only to hunt without any form of mercy beyond your sublime vision of an impossible paradise. I speak candidly of you, the Lotharian Order, whom scourged my presence so effortlessly.
==========================================================================
The entirety of these new pieces of 'meat' sent to deter my presence from the city and thus my action of true creed has been pathetic. Especially from those so intrigued by my presence within the Institute by Norinn or the jests I've made through my pseudonym as 'Tony'. Imagine the utter shame to say the words 'Tony' so seriously, knowing that the entirety of this city believes you are a chimpanzee clapping cymbals until I eventually escape into mere mirages once more.
I've had enough of this tomfoolery, to say the least. To those associated with whatever fringe groups of the Lotharian Order exist now, I answer that you pardon my dispelling for being too devoted to your creed and decide to banish yourselves from stepping a singular foot in what remains my freedom to enact revenge. If you shall so 'bravely' ignore these words and declare my writing as something of another erratic tangent, it is quite the tragedy you do not enjoy any form of theatre.
That being said, for those associated with any of the Lotharian Order, in particular two Houses beginning with a 'V' and a 'K', let's talk. Maybe not face to face, until you've mettled yourself enough not to bring weaponry out of a recurring fear, but on these pamphlets I dragged cheaply from drain pipes. I am surprised they continue to allow cowards to survive in the Order, especially those so blindfolded by ego to ignore any challenge in their city. A fantasy formed by utter ignorance.
================================================================
Fortune Strikes The Bold
I am fairly impressed by the corruption found within so many households to parade as enforcers of nonexistent law. Now, as a man of my revenge, I am coming for you. All these matters of extending their hands to capture and meddle in cosplays of true soldiers will not be tolerated. Especially towards the little 'uniforms' certain sects of the Lotharians have donned or the militants calling themselves 'Orders', I am going to deter you. I lack a face and I lack a name publicly, beyond any matter of games to play around. Myself and my acts are beyond any fabric of construction that you can physically grasp.
Foremost, for those that still have my bones in your possession, I am on route to retake what is rightfully mine.
For the so-called 'knights' that've left matters of scarring to my physicality, I am going to butcher you to ashes beyond even your deadliest graves.
For the Houses that continue to play dress up amongst the streets, I recommend you understand your position in affairs as I shift into a new form each time we speak.
=============
The most beautiful aspect of it all is a sense of acceptance. Many believe I am lunatic, to which they are fundamentally correct. That is why I'm offering to have all of these independent 'factions' bring their doubloons to me. Send your apologies, publicly, before I force them down with flesh and steel, especially those concerning the Consulian Order.
The Lotharian Order? Perchance I expect a hint of civility, yet I am not one to undertake much for the fiends whom so carelessly attempt to end my life and rip my flesh to shreds. If you wish to live your lives in fret of your greatest error pushed to the world, go right on ahead, but I am no longer in need of your services. Consider this a bit of revenge to claim for all those efforts made against myself. I want you all to pay your tolls, whether it be via peace or by the lords of blood.
Reconvene,
Sera Roinval Aretinescua
Sera Roinval Aretinescua
