Denouncement Of The Frisit

[Nixces]

Across New and Old Town was spread a letter, titled in bold lettering 'The Denouncement of the Frisit' but said title would be incredibly misleading.​

Dearest Jared Luchs Kade.

I resign from your disgraceful organization. The Imperial Dragon is a false god, and I haven't a need for a grouping that turns upon me in little under a week. I have too much respect for myself to even pretend to be a colleague of yours. I will not play this game of charades with you, and nor will my people. The Scale's Sword will not denounce Frisit; for we embrace Her and Her words. We will support the idea of the Last Dragon, and mend the damage your people leave to the rivers. You are a mockery of what our people stand for. An Isldar who abandons his culture to become an Ailor, then proceeds to act as a 'leader' to a false path. But the Ailor don't trust you. And in one fell swoop; neither will the Isldar.
We have become what your foolish and un-trusting Ailor society made of us. You will be struck down if you dare cross the Refuge's path. We will defend the streets of Old Town from your disgusting lessers.
Call me as many names as you desire, "Undead Priestess", "Necromancer", "Necrophiliac", for I haven't a care for any of those names. For I am no longer the kind-hearted 'Priestess Siora'. I am the Refuge's ruler, I am the Mother of the Fallen. My people and I do not fear you. Not anymore.


You can frame us, you may threaten us, you may come at our gates with your swords. But we refuse to back down.


Frisit be your guide, Siora Lellvyone

​

 

[notjayp]

Lathai read this, giving a snort. "I'd never think I would ever agree with Siora on.. anything. But this? This is good. I like this."

 

[Yoggery]

Cheyaoine chuckled as she sipped her coffee in Taendross's home, "<Su-E> You tell them, girl!" she'd speak at the news.
@Minty Jade

 

[GamingLeopurred]

Wistaeri let out a snicker, reading the letter "<Su-E> I've followed her this far might as well see it to the end."

 

[Tiaq]

For the fourth time in a week, the Figure appeared. They are getting tired of being told to go out from the hiding place of the Isldar that they have taken care of. With a heavy sigh, they looked over the next parchment.- and a grin grew, "finally. That Priestess has a sense of what is right. Still, I will not dare work with Siora.. Despite the connections. Frisit worship will get us killed, she should've kept quiet." They muttered, turning to the kin whom they'd Held close. With that, they made the way with their people back into the sewers, back into hiding. It was not yet time for their people to reveal themselves to regalia.

Taendross sat within the Imperial Isldar's safehouse, a place of peace.- most of the time. Taendross brought in the notice, throwing it toward the table and doing best to keep her cool. "We saw this from a mile coming." She spoke, her hands making fists and claws digging at flesh which beg to let blood spill across her palms as she tried to keep cool. "She's a fool, an idiot for what she is doing. She's going to get all of her kin and even us into deeper trouble. She's digging a hole she will not be able to pull from." She turned toward those in the Safe-house, wanting to know how they felt on the matter.
@LumosJared

The night Taendross returned home alone, she closed the door and chuckled at Chey's Words. "We just need to hope she won't cause us trouble in our journey as Shainvrel."
@xXKingDraugarXx

 

[MippyMoo]

Yathanae asked a passerby to read this for her, as she recognized the handwriting. After listening and thanking the reader, she sighed heavy-heartedly to herself, thinking for a moment.

"They ... need to stop. Simply and finally."

 

[Arhbi]

Upon seeing and reading over one of these notices, Louis tore it down from where it was pinned, crumpled it up into a ball and tossed it into the nearest fire. "Jared will make short work of them."

 

[ArtisticPlanet]

Essa' looked this over with the ever so noticeable smirk as she packed her satchel for her next outing. "<Su-E> Finally some sense in that woman." She said in a proud tone as she left her home.

 

[Arganam]

"Don' know much 'bout dragons, but I respect people who stick with their beliefs."

Cregann said to no person in particular, before taking a swig from his horn of Yak's Milk, and wandering off.

 

[MrNoot1]

Ulfgar Ironfist would whistle along for a bit, his whistling would slowly stop as he'd see the notice. He'd read it a couple times to be sure he was reading it correctly before he looked too the closest wall to just SLAM his head right into it, giving a loud and heavy sigh. "You the dumbest Isldar I know of... besides that Lathai guy, he's dumb.. but mostly an arse. Why can't you just stay on the good side of the law."

 

[MasterMordax]

A finely wrote note would be stuck onto then bottom of said message, reading only a simple. "Fool"

 

[TheVigilantWolf]

Daniel Silevon sipped at his tea within the comfort of his Greygate Office, tapping his pen atop the surface of the hardwood desk as his eyes glazed over the letter.
"They're staying true to their faith... Those poor bastards."

 

[Anarchizm]

"I want them brought to Greygate to face proper justice now."

 

[HybrisVT]

Isolde Arnaris read the post, she was slightly worried due to the fact Siora never consulted herself, the advisor, or any other council members over this matter. She decided to shrug this off and head home. To be honest, she never really was this devoted to something and personally was ready to jump ship, she was tired after all.

Eliza Rote scanned over the notice, she grimaced, "Honestly, this battle already has its victor, you filthy isldar of the refuge or whatever you are." she headed off and home. "I hope to see this whole lot at greygate and done with."

 

[Mollymock]

Evarha limps over to the notice boards, hoisted up with crutches. She happily smirks to herself;"Things are looking more and more in our favour." She hobbles on off as fast as she could.

 

[SorryNari]

"She didn't doom herself. But, this woman is in for a painful, painful ride." Syr folds the paper aside.

 

[Moribundity]

"Well, looks like she's going to the pyre." Katrina sighed as news reached her all the way in Ellador several weeks late. "Seems isldar in regalia don't know the meaning of subtlty."

 

[MantaRey]

Gwenyth scoured the post and folded a corner of it. Pensive silence filled the air, where it felt as if the winds carried their own tune. She weaved ice flowers with the motions of her fingers and, as they drifted to her shoulders, breathed alive a new note for them to hum—in sync with the song of the wind she felt. Her gaze fell to the paths nearby. Words poured from her lips in steady procession. "It's time."
@LumosJared @TheVigilantWolf

 

[Caduceus_Clayy]

Across New and Old Town was spread a letter, titled in bold lettering 'The Denouncement of the Frisit' but said title would be incredibly misleading.​

Dearest Jared Luchs Kade.

I resign from your disgraceful organization. The Imperial Dragon is a false god, and I haven't a need for a grouping that turns upon me in little under a week. I have too much respect for myself to even pretend to be a colleague of yours. I will not play this game of charades with you, and nor will my people. The Scale's Sword will not denounce Frisit; for we embrace Her and Her words. We will support the idea of the Last Dragon, and mend the damage your people leave to the rivers. You are a mockery of what our people stand for. An Isldar who abandons his culture to become an Ailor, then proceeds to act as a 'leader' to a false path. But the Ailor don't trust you. And in one fell swoop; neither will the Isldar.
We have become what your foolish and un-trusting Ailor society made of us. You will be struck down if you dare cross the Refuge's path. We will defend the streets of Old Town from your disgusting lessers.
Call me as many names as you desire, "Undead Priestess", "Necromancer", "Necrophiliac", for I haven't a care for any of those names. For I am no longer the kind-hearted 'Priestess Siora'. I am the Refuge's ruler, I am the Mother of the Fallen. My people and I do not fear you. Not anymore.


You can frame us, you may threaten us, you may come at our gates with your swords. But we refuse to back down.


Frisit be your guide, Siora Lellvyone

​

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Florian saw the notice, copied its contents down and bringing the note home to his mother and showing it to her he sighed "And this. This is why I tell you not to flaunt your Frisit worship...I know you love her, as do I (in my own way). But I don't want you being associated with these people...they will get you killed and I couldn't stand that. I say we pray to her at home and then we keep it quiet outside. After all, we are no use to her dead, ey?"