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Iris Gold: A Word On Gods

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Within the capital, great scrolls of parchment were nailed into the walls of buildings alongside many roads, it read as follows in a solid and firm hand.
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"This essay is written both for mind and tongue. Speak with it if you wish, or read on.

You all, in stone castles who stand in fear of those unlike you live as cowards. You put hearts in steel blades and silver crowns. This is foolish.

We are not all born as a kin. Instead as a grand order who in each other find godhood. The heroes amoung us who see something greater are true lions. They are the ones who in spite of it all speak with a roar, they have a voice that slays steel and kills Kings. A voice grand enough to destroy an empire.

Some call it heresy but humanity knew it once. Humans knew their kin. They knew the true roar of fury in the heart of mankin. They were gods then, but no longer. No longer is this heretical faith to stand and divine you a fate that speaks comfort. When we are part of something greater we are in of ourselves truth. We are then love. We are then strength.

Do not divide yourself on blood, but instead bathe in it for those who you have forged chains of spirit to. Fight for kin not kind. Demand your love, speak for others, and live a life where you understand then the truth of your self. Live for the good, fight for the kin, exist for the other.

--Iris Gold"
 
"There are more Jacobines in Regalia than Hivre Castellajoux."

Audrey commented as she shifted through the note.
 
Joan pressed her fingertips to the parchment, pausing before saying, "Oh goody, heretics." The woman's voice was muffled by the plague mask she still refused to remove. That helped hide whether her expression was one of disgust or a smirk.
 
A snort would be heard, as a familiar poet read this. "I mean, I cause thoughts and doubts. This is just heresy.." Mutters said poet, a hand reaching up to rip down the poster. Later in that day, he replaced the same poster, though it had been slightly changed. And by changed, I mean improved. Of course. The poets handwriting was the same as usual, though for some reason he'd found some red ink (bought at Merina's Inks (@AtticCat)).
"This essay is written both for mind idiocy and tongue foolishness. Speak with it if you wish, or read on, its all stupid rubbish anyways.

You all, in stone castles who stand in fear on your feet, because most people do, of those unlike you live as cowards humans, magus, gorr, and rats. You put hearts in steel blades and silver crowns, because you can't afford a gold crown. This is foolish just how things go.

We are not all born as a kin, because thats just weird, and thats a lot of kids to have. Instead as a grand order who in each other find godhood shout stupid things when we get drunk. The heroes amoung us who see something greater are true lions, but that is a bit of a loss, because why be a lion when you can have a brain capable of more thought than 'kill'. They are the ones who in spite of it all speak with a roar, because they are lions, and lions do not speak, they have a voice that slays steel, and is not really a voice, because we've established it's a roar, and kills Kings brains, because they're all brain-dead. A voice grand enough to destroy an empire someones ears. Tone-deaf or what?

Some call it heresy but humanity knew it once. Others also call it heresy. Shocking! This is also very discriminating towards non-humans. Humans knew their kin, which generally consists of a few people in a family. They knew the true roar of fury in the heart of mankin. Let it be noted that hearts cannot roar, and if yours does, head to a clinic immediately. They were gods people then, but no longer, and this might still be a shock, but we're still people. No longer is this heretical faith. Please note, faith is what makes the world go round. And regals, but we'll keep on the down-low about that, to stand and divine you a fate that speaks comfort. When we are part of something greater we are in of ourselves truth. We are then love. Love cannot be someone or something, it can only be felt. Kids, remember, we are not love. We are then strength, which often leads to saying something stupid, starting a tavern brawl, or not crying. These all work.

Do not divide yourself on blood, but instead divide yourselves on your opinions, misguided as they may be. but instead bathe in it for those who you have forged chains of spirit to. A safety warning, bathing in blood is a large sign of vampirism, and will attract vampires to you because your entire body smells of blood. Fight for kin not kind whatever you want to fight for, just don't blame me when the guards come. Demand your love, but only if you're a weirdo or clingy. Speak for others, yourself, leave others to have their own opinions and don't be overbearing because that kills friendships, and live a life where you understand then the truth of your self, which is that you're born, and you will die. The end. Live for the good, which changes depending on who you are, fight for the kin, unless your family betrayed you or they are all dead, exist for the other whoever you feel like living for.

--Iris Gold" Foolish Heretic with a bad name
 
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Jack looked at the page, and shook his head.
'That person will be up shit creek in no time..Wonder how long it'll take.'
 
Zhan looked at the original poster, than found the edited version
"Judging by this... I say something bad is coming... And also, who names themselves Iris Gold? Your iris cannot be gold!! It can be yellow if you are of the Chien, BUT NOT GOLD!!" and then the Allar walked along, stupid heretics, stupid golden irisis
 
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