#u.e.

*Posted to doors of the taverns, announcement boards, chapels, and so forth.*

Many things have already been put into motion. The wheel we have gently nudged now sprints down the hill with a hungering ambition, consuming all within its divine path. Our will is just that, divine and ordained unto us by the mud that runs through our veins. We fight for those too weak to defend themselves. We kill for those that have suffered under greed. We will die for those that have been suppressed through fear instead of being allowed to grow. What we have started cannot be stopped with ease. We have opened the eyes or the people and more commoners see the path as the true and right path every day.

Our numbers swell just as the stomachs of Nobility stuffed with rich sugars.

They have kept us on the leftover scraps, struggling to survive as a means of manipulation. A tool of mass control. They have distracted us from their cruel hearts and greed.

While they bend the world to their will, and corrupt souls with their insatiable lust from behind their towering walls that have cast a shadow upon our realm. We shall illuminate their sins and transgressions; for every frightful night in the darkness is quelled with the power of light in one's hand. For every mournful, regretting night of sorrow a bright and prosperous day is not far ahead.

Like the tides of the oceans, night and day trade back and forth, cascading in and out of view... But we have been in the dark for too long. Like the Sun we shall rise and we will blind those who only see in the dark. We will illuminate the dark halls where crime is committed by those that swear to aid us. We will bring energy to our fields of people, and allow them all to grow and prosper.

Join the fight against the Nobility, rebel against those that hold your chains, and fight for an equal future if not for yourself for the coming generations.

Withhold all transactions from the Nobility, refuse to offer your services, refuse to work for their greed, to not pay their taxations and instead keep your coin to feed your families. Form militias, resist their corruption as brothers and sisters in arms.

Together we will earn our freedom from the Nobility. Together we are strong and they will fear the power of a unified Common Peoples.

No sacrifice is too great for a better future.

(Below  is OOC information)

By Risri Elthron

Residents of Duskwood have reported an unusual heavy amount of troops moving through the area. Increased patrols around the lands of House Holt have been noted with some of the forces seen moving into the area bolstering those patrols. The common citizens around Addlewood and the surrounding lands noted that several members of the Holt family have been seen traveling to the estate or at least their crests upon carriages. From the crests worn by these additional units, it appears to be House Kestavin’s men guarding the estate.

Additional reports of alarms sounding a few evenings ago and searches through the town were also reported near the Stormwind residence of Holt family members. Those near the Matriarch’s townhome have noted an increase in guard activity along the canal side as well.

Darkshire has issued a travel advisory instructing those traveling in and around Duskwood to use extreme caution in light of the extra security around Addlewood. An official statement from House Holt or House Kestavin has not been issued, however, a member of the household speaking on the condition of anonymity indicated a member of the family has been abducted.

The Royal Courier will continue to follow this story.

Wake up, grumble about the nobility and injustices in society, consider a shower and ultimately ignore standard, basic, daily hygiene rituals. Time to decide upon warm oats or stale bread with mold in place of jam. Ultimately decide on that sweet, sweet jam. Now, time to go to work. 

Krusty grunted as he stepped into the prison’s cavern, pressing his hands onto his lower spine and flexing backwards in a futile attempt to pop his back. Releasing another agitated grumble as he’d make his way over to his stool where he had spent most of his time in the past few days. It was hard work sitting and staring at a wall, but fortunately Krusty was a professional with years of experience under his rapidly expanding belt. Today was no different for the jail keeper; making his way over to the cell with a simple cudgel in hand. Tapping on the cell’s iron bars rather the Matriarch was up or not. 

“Right then, move your skinny ass over to the wall and stay there. It’s time for your bucket change; got a clean one right here for ya. Nothin’ but the best for you, Princess.” Krusty tapped on the metal bars with the said bucket that had an equally crusty interior likely from years of use for the same reasons. After a few moments, Krusty would open up the cell door with his key before sliding into the cage himself making his way over to the corner with the droppings bucket - perhaps disturbingly excited to do so in fact. As Krusty made his way over there you both could hear his name being called down the labyrinth of tunnels; a booming voice shouting orders for the old man: 

“Krusty! We got some shite buckets for you to empty out! Get to the barracks!”

With a low grumble, Krusty sat down the new bucket and scooped up the other, looking over his shoulder at the opening into the prison as he’d try to decipher the orders with his patchy hearing that had come with his age and unhealthy lifestyle.