Three Shots To Camilla Di Epostella

[Salerra]

Throughout the evening, notices would go up across various boards around the city. Three holes in a tight grouping named the senders.


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Who Keeps the Lawbearer in Check?
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Camilla di Epostella.

A pleasure to have made your acquaintance. Lest the non-Purist nobles of this city get too comfortable having not found themselves in our sights lately, we found it important to pay a visit to the more... outlandish, of the nobility.

A pawn to the war machine. A slave to draconic masters. An oppressor to the masses. Your titles are certainly impressive. Every direction you go, you've stomped your foot down upon another. You marched to spill blood in criminal wars. You chose to remain an agent of deities who for so long kept you and your ilk as fodder. You enlisted your time in the Metro, shoving the poor and destitute out of sight so your fellow hoarders of wealth would not have to see the ramifications of their greed.

Think on your sins. Give alms. Your blood was only the starting payment of your debt to the world.

Yours truly,
The Three Shots Brigade

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[Nathan]

FROM THE DESK OF THE PROCONSUL OF THE CONSULIAN ORDER

Congratulations, you have won our attention. Prepare to lose more arms for every noble you touch.
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Signed in Jacobin's Blood,
His Lordship Lamont Norinn
Count of Penfork
Internal Commissioner of the Regalian Empire
Proconsul of the Consulian Order​