[Across the city are letters strewn by a swift hand unseen, hastily written by the spur of the moment. The only signature that is upon the page is a circular symbol of a wolf, garbed in royal Regalia, biting down upon a geometric hand, oddly reminiscent of other, similar motifs.]
To those who claim my home, I give you this: how long will you vie for control of a place that will never fall to your grasp? Regalia is war-torn and yet from each war and conqueror that steps upon the stones paved by forefathers upon forefathers, we as a people rise above. We burn bright, courage signaled to us by the stars. Though, I admit, your breed and mettling is new and different. For yours is the first that comes to make all our gods bleed. That in itself is novel and cruel in a way I cannot wrap my head around.
I pity you for trying to steal from us the one thing this city is built on.
If you will treat this as a game, then I bid you to commence and let the games begin. I am only one voice amongst the sea that will come to be happy to tear into your numbers and your legions, until you learn what 'mercy' is by begging for it. I welcome you to try and tame a land that is so rife with passion and faith, because in the end it will be your cold calculation that is turned against you all. What you have done cannot be undone. I speak with such blood verbosity so you might understand the course you have truly set yourself upon.
And for those who are born to this city, for those who have set themselves upon saying that this city is their home, I bid you to rise. Dare yourselves to hope. Have courage in the face of an algorithmic machine, because what we have is far more real and vivid than they will ever be. We are the sons and daughters of our own unique legacies and heritages. We are enemies and allies, feeling things as real as the land this city is built on. Do not fall to despair so soon.
For every place they tear down, build again. For every one of us they may brutalize, take down ten of their number in the process. Do not bow to the chain they have offered, whether you fight in pride of this land or you simply fight with pride for your family. Do not let them make you back. Bite at your chains, shake your cages, break your locks and laugh in the face of their numbers and coldness. Be angry, be savage, be bold, and be as we all want to be in the company of kin and kine. They will not break us if we do not let them.
Let us raise our weapons against a dark night of coldness and cry Freedom to the horizons. Because we may not be free now, and our toughest times are still ahead of us, but by our boldness, courage, bravery, cruelty, zeal, friendship, faith, hope, and meaning, we will free our home again. We will show them just what it means to be Regalian and to be alive. Never stop being alive in the face of an enemy that can never feel.
Never stop bleeding in the name of hope. Because while we bleed, we are still alive. And they who march here can never bleed.
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And so the cycle begins again and too does the dance. Ten years and ten long cycles of rise and fall, a dance to stretch on and on as envious forces declare themselves rulers of a proud and noble empire. But conceit burns ever in the heart of all things, thinking and feeling or not.To those who claim my home, I give you this: how long will you vie for control of a place that will never fall to your grasp? Regalia is war-torn and yet from each war and conqueror that steps upon the stones paved by forefathers upon forefathers, we as a people rise above. We burn bright, courage signaled to us by the stars. Though, I admit, your breed and mettling is new and different. For yours is the first that comes to make all our gods bleed. That in itself is novel and cruel in a way I cannot wrap my head around.
I pity you for trying to steal from us the one thing this city is built on.
If you will treat this as a game, then I bid you to commence and let the games begin. I am only one voice amongst the sea that will come to be happy to tear into your numbers and your legions, until you learn what 'mercy' is by begging for it. I welcome you to try and tame a land that is so rife with passion and faith, because in the end it will be your cold calculation that is turned against you all. What you have done cannot be undone. I speak with such blood verbosity so you might understand the course you have truly set yourself upon.
And for those who are born to this city, for those who have set themselves upon saying that this city is their home, I bid you to rise. Dare yourselves to hope. Have courage in the face of an algorithmic machine, because what we have is far more real and vivid than they will ever be. We are the sons and daughters of our own unique legacies and heritages. We are enemies and allies, feeling things as real as the land this city is built on. Do not fall to despair so soon.
For every place they tear down, build again. For every one of us they may brutalize, take down ten of their number in the process. Do not bow to the chain they have offered, whether you fight in pride of this land or you simply fight with pride for your family. Do not let them make you back. Bite at your chains, shake your cages, break your locks and laugh in the face of their numbers and coldness. Be angry, be savage, be bold, and be as we all want to be in the company of kin and kine. They will not break us if we do not let them.
Let us raise our weapons against a dark night of coldness and cry Freedom to the horizons. Because we may not be free now, and our toughest times are still ahead of us, but by our boldness, courage, bravery, cruelty, zeal, friendship, faith, hope, and meaning, we will free our home again. We will show them just what it means to be Regalian and to be alive. Never stop being alive in the face of an enemy that can never feel.
Never stop bleeding in the name of hope. Because while we bleed, we are still alive. And they who march here can never bleed.
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