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To_Your_Witcher
Legend
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[!] Posted all around Storm's Landing on doors, walls, and most anything it could be hung to is a finely written poster. Even if torn down the posters seem to gain a new mass of next posting each day at odd time patterns.
How down-fallen has this hallowed port gone, to have been overwhelmed by the shadows of chaos. How disappointing it is to me to see this city's heart so blackened and cursed with rot and blight. How embroiled is the city in darkness! How wretched are its people! Vyres walk among the mortals, feeding, killing and kidnapping as they please! The slums swell in numbers as the rich consume to excesses … and dock workers strike! As the undead walk among us, truly there is no room left for the Jishrimite to create chaos; when this city’s people do it so well without us!
I need not even lift my hand when even the Exalt of Valiant, Guard Captain Uriel Valhart so willfully abandons his duties and oath to the Brassbound or petty vigilantes for a lavish castle on the other side of the continent. When the people so lazily sit in despair what need is there to even lift a quill? How carelessly declarations of war are offered by those of Valiant when they are so easily abandoned or forgotten. Cease bestowing such a cosmic boredom upon my being.
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