To New Beginnings - A Call For Chaos

[JinxNotJinxed]

Fliers would be posted around Crookback and all of its entrances, from the carriage gate to the drawbridge.

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Once upon a time, there was a great and honorable leader that resided in the Undercity. A being so far above others, one who led us through fire and crusades with respect and perseverance. They did not use fear or punishment to keep people in line, they simply held out a firm hand and used the ultimate wisdom they possessed to help guide their followers along the path that they paved with their own will. Today, there is no such leader. Gone is the era of strength and solidarity, we now stand divided as we fade into irrelevance and anguish.​

To that fact I say "fuck it." We hands of the Void do not have to lay down and take our beatings. We do not have to whimper and hide as the so called "Reality Enforcers" wash Regalia of us like we are mere stains on the road. Now is the time to stand tall and proud. To link arms with one another and show that we will not stand here and watch as everything we've fought for gets ripped to shreds.​

Do not remain silent. Scream from the roofs at the top of your lungs, shriek into the midnight air. Not only that, but look at your Voidbound kin and admit similarities. Now is not the time to allow labels to separate us. We should not be one hundred names and titles, but a unified singularity that proves we are not to be put down.​

I propose this. Join me in this fight for not only our home, but for our very free will. Let us come together and show force as the Overseers of Crookback.​

P.S.
To the Holier Than Thou Braunschweigers, Therese and Erwin.
I know you. I know what you have done.
Do not travel alone.

Overseer of Chaos​

 

[Honestly_Sassy]

. : One of the fliers near the drawbridge would be framed in Oleander and Hydrangea, their stems carefully woven together, a call for caution and a wish for luck : .

 

[Birdsfoot_Violet]

Anathema reads the first paragraph about a strong and competent singular leader who did not use fear or punishment.

They spend some time wracking their brain.

They finally realize, and exclaim over a mug of hot cocoa. "Oh. Maybe they're speaking about a different Undercity."

 

[RainAxe]

The Justice Silven would walk amidst the the Regalian city steps with a hand forever resting against the steel-coated pommel that stayed sheathed on his belt. His 'free' hand bound to always grasp the shield as if it was a part of his very armor and soul, and his helmet glancing to the ongoings and notices that Crookback's Notice board had to offer within the time and day. Eventually stoppping as he looked at the mention of 'Reality Enforcers', plastered apart of a bolsterous speech that the kathar offered to the city. His eyes narrowed at the name. The Sollerian Knight only speaking a few words in reply.

"They'll see what the Void will do when they fall."

The Aelrrigan stepped off, clicking his tongue with thought of the name and proposed title on their name. An almost sickening expression causing his nose to scrunch a tad in thought as the Teledden-Solvaan moved onwards towards the Qadir District for his continued patrol.​

 

[GRIST_]

From the office of the CCA
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Dear Miss Chaos,

Congratulations you are now in debt to the CCA. The Shedder has processed your complaint into the following notice.

Total Amount Owed: 150 Regals.
Transgressions:

• Using the word "Voidbound" (50 Regals)
• Using the word "Void" (50 Regals)
• Complaining while being a "purple wearer" (50 Regals)

Being in debt is illegal. You have 3 days to pay off your debt before the CCA is forced to take action. The CCA is not responsible for any beatings given prior to debt payment. Please change, you would look good in red. Please don't become a bird. The CCA doesn't like birds.

Executive Complaint Accountant
Hy'riss​

 

[demon7sword]

exian sees the filers and says "brethern we will win this"

 

[Lizehrd]

A metal mouse scurries up to the feet of a Change Silven, crawling up his body to place a flier into his hand. It melts away into his fur as he begins to read it, smiling to himself. With a chuff he folds it up, continuing to move through the streets of Crookback.

"Seems like lightin' a single fire's worked out pretty well. Guess it's time I make some new friends and allies."

 

[Zen_watermelon]

A yanar inches just close enough to Crookback to see the fliers, having evacuated after the new mayor was elected. Their thoughts conflict on the matter. Void=Bad, but Bralona=Worse.

"...A lesser of two evils, I guess..."