A Cry To Crookback

[Acosmism]

These notices would be published throughout Crookback in hasty manner, each parchment encased in its own little pocket of warm foliage. The paper seemed slightly wilted in humidity of balmy mornings, much akin to the one who had spread them over the land to begin with.

Your people suffer. They've cried out many times, only to be met with silence. Silence fallen upon hot ears. Those in purple-tainted skins and glowing violet eyes hunt on the weak as we continue to attempt to rebuild our small "City" from already so much oppression... this is the perfect opportunity for the enemy to sweep in, to take the what little is ours and plunder all our hard works. I ask you... where is the Council in all of this?

I have taken it upon myself to protect as much as I can, but I am only one Desprincess, as are the others whom I see continuously put in effort to make this a better place, all of which do not have a seat within the Council, save for a small handful. When people like us try to copycat empires, states, such as Dorkarth for example... it never ends well. And why is that? We are corrupted in nature by the Void, the majority, and the Void welcomes chaos. Instead of denying who we are and what we embrace, let us instead channel what comes natural to better pursue the natures and ways of what thrives within us, and use it to our wills, as It wills, to better preserve the lives of Its vessels.

Many conflicts arise, fertilized by ignorance and a hasty hand which tears down the works of what we've built up. You fight amongst yourselves, forgetting the common enemy, which continues to thrive daily whilst we sit festering in the cracks of this Void-forsaken Empire. You neglect your people. You've attempted to become like the Nobles who only know power; power that they themselves don't even know how to use.

The law is a system built upon a superiority complex stricken by greedy mundane Ailor who use it to do nothing but oppress the enlightened. There is no such thing as Good or Evil when you set foot within Regalia, it is only Order or Chaos. Oppression, recession. It's a continuous cycle. People come here to die, and now I ask of you, let your people thrive. They put trust in you, and for what? Hope? Your people are being choked out, like ivy winding upon the sides of a once sturdy brick house, by endless oppression from the Empire as well as those which do not belong entering our sewers, tearing at the seams what we've been building up. Mercenaries, guards, the Sihndar, Vampire Hunters, the Archbloods, and more... they are all upon us, bearing a heavy weight upon our already broken shoulders.

I — No, they call upon the Crookback Council now in desperation to either act, or purge themselves back from whenst they came. You say you shall protect them... they need you now. Though I myself am no commoner, I speak for the lowly chittering sprouts whose maws snap in horror at all that is being laid upon them. No one can leave their homes without getting attacked. I myself cannot leave my own domain without fearing for my life, much less my members. You call yourselves a council... counsel your people, or forever hold your peace.

Mother Wymarc
Desprincess of the Athanasia Scion
Lady of the Gallovian Caves
Blossom of the Murk

 

[Athelois]

Valarosta sat back in her office, reading over the missive, before panning to stare at the fire - because no one has approached her to speak on these issues and not a single person has made their issues known to the council members and, instead, decide to put everything on blast.
"Come speak to me instead of writing this nonsense. This coming from the same people that cannot tell there are multiple Kaahls and instead try to run smear campaigns and tuck their tails between their legs the second someone louder than them writes back a harsher letter."
The Countess lifted her hand to massage at the bridge of her nose, expelling a low sigh.
"It is almost as if you ought to come inform us when there are issues going on in the undercity. We are not going to magically understand what is going on - we all have our own issues to handle. On the flip side - I challenge you to come speak to me like an adult instead of cowering behind 'call out' missives. Because I certainly have not heard a single peep from the people I represent in the assemblies."
With a roll of her eyes, she tossed the page down to be lost amidst the multitudes of war plans.

That awkward moment when the Sihndar are lead by a side character played by one of the Council members.

 

[DogVibes]

Sivo would read one of the notices. As she skimmed through the words, a malevolent smile grew and grew on her face. "What is the problem?" She would mumble, "If the people want war. Give them war. If the people want chaos. Give them chaos. If the people want peace. Inform them peace is a lie. I'll not cower in fear as the Vampire Hunters, Archbloods, and Werebeasts claim their prize in Crookback. I'll fight for it, and only through blood can there truly be serenity within ourselves..." She'd chuckle.
"I'd say grow a pair."
Sivo would then turn away from the notice, her cloak blowing in the gentle breeze as she disappeared into the humid darkness of the sewers again.

 

[RainAxe]

The Mechanical Monstrosity gazed upon the note plastered across the Crookback area, his Red eyes glazed with a hint of surprise to see the handwriting of his Mother Wymarc. Rhys looked through, reading each word to himself carefully, The sounds of Bolts and Gears grinding and clacking across his 4 Mechanical Arachnid Legs, one in which was being dragged across the paper, following along as he read. When finished, the hybrid of man and machine muttered out

"Mother, those above with political power will never hear our voices, now matter how hard you scream. Action must be taken by our own kin, and revolution or reform must be made by our own doing. Their help is useless, as I'm willing to bet they're enjoying their cups of wine and disregarding your wise words. I have been afraid of a knife to my back, that so... But what will a petty council who's been so dormant that not even I knew of them till recently do to save us?

"Nothing, Rhys... Nothing at all. Only those who live in struggle know how to change it to prosperity."

 

[MidnightRey]

"Would you had even listened, to begin with?"
Someone asked, from somewhere, for some reason. Before walking away.. Speaking to themselves as they aimlessly walked to their destination.
"No... The answer is straight out no. You never cared for us, 'low beings' we can only have a guard in Crookedback,- Void if you even want to call them a guard, they're so inactive I don't even know if they still exist or not. At least you see surface guards attempting to seem busy by doing surface patrols and coming when trouble brews up. Meanwhile.. The Crookedback Guard does what again? But not the point, it only exists because those in power on the surface allow it. And even then, all of them are useless. All trash, garbage, no better than the Nobles. Just as corrupt and pathetic."

 

[HeyitsNano]

"Life." Alaric Keen muttered out. "On another note, stop giving me these papers. Leave them where they belong."

"The mail?" questioned the nearby servant.

"No, not in the mail, back in Crookback. I do not pay you for this ethic."

"You don't even pay me."

 

[bwmwags3]

"This Brothers is the chaos I must deal with every day," Announced the slightly drunk Qadir

The celebration within the bar which soon quieted at his voice. As he was the reason for their gathering.

"Such politics, such madness is a stark contrast to Hallonq. We are much more simple and elegant, Power is gained from brotherhood and earned by strength. Perhaps we should look upon expansion? Show these ambitious fools what truly makes a Gang, for blood and Coin!"

The men gave a rousing shout raising their glasses in the ceremonial toast.

Hernandez clamped his blood brother on the shoulder, "Worry not Tomas, you will always have a home here. Let those nobles and crime lords squabble and whine! We are Dandroque freedom is in our blood just like our endless drink," he cheers.

the Qadir relaxed he could think upon these annoyances when he returned. Perhaps his new resolution might provide a distraction from such disinteresting and enraging things as Politics.