Handwritten copies of a letter are pinned across Crookback and Regalia's Old Town district, spread out so any and all could view if they so wished. A symbol of a rabbit biting a wolf is imprinted as part of the letter.
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To the Wolves,༺═──────────────═༻
To the Hunters,
And to the Trappers,
The Self-Righteous,
The Vengeful,
And the Pure,
For long I have been able to stalk and stay within my burrows in Crookback in relative peace. I believed as I would, wandered where I wished, spoke as my mind saw fit, and spent my time with those who I chose. I did not harm aside from those who had harmed me first, opposed tyranny wherever it lurked, and stood up for the silent and the culled. My teeth were only ever used to chew through the ropes cast upon me and others. I was left alone, and others knew I was harmless and happy in that.
That is not to say that I was a foreigner to conflict, for my family in both the Yolteotl and Crookback are ever under threat by the chain and bridle. I was never the focal of the lens, just a hand to help sever the chain and weather the storm until the end. I never gloried in my trophies and triumphs, nor did I seek to fight beyond the end of the battle. Again, I was left alone, and others knew I was harmless and happy in that.
But now you have all devised against me in a new fashion. I have become the target of your ire, for reasons I can only ponder. Perhaps you thought me weak-willed, or perhaps you decided that my peace was too long-lived. I did not have a quarrel with you until by your own acts you tried to force me to take the knee, until by force you tried to silence me, until by willful action you brought your wars unto me.
Allow me now, then, to make it clear: my teeth are sharpened no longer to gnaw through rope and chain. I am not the son of Justice, Compassion, or Happiness. I have long since rejected my oaths to Nehret and instead taken the flame of Saalmar to my heart and my eyes. Yet allow me to call upon your gods as well: to Allest I pray to give me foolhardiness, to Elias for bloodlust, to Qaarn for the strength of blind legions, and to Qarrakh for maddened vigor.
You have broken my peace, and so now I will break in turn and pray Conferron averts his gaze. You who come to spill my blood, I now offer only this: your attempts to turn me into an idol of your victories will be barbed by my intent. I am unbound, my duties rejected, my soul unfettered. I grow, I prosper, and I shall laugh freely in spite of you. My teeth are bared in my smile. You have started this, and now I will not back.
Signed,
Aldon Adeliason,
Rabbit
Aldon Adeliason,
Rabbit
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OOC TLDR:Local Freedom Silven, angry about having to face the consequences of his actions, proceeds to make a vague callout post. Also an invitation for people to have more conflicts with Aldon.
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