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Kesner Atacia · Visitor Joined: 05 Jan 2005 Posts: 5

Returning home feeling very angry at being murdered at the Regency meeting Kesner thinks on how he can make more of a difference.

"Well, the people ought to know they are not being fairly represented in the government," he thought out loud, "I must do what I can!"

With that, he finds the necessary material laying around the house, and begins writing...

CITIZENS OF VESPER! SOME OF YOUR TOWNFOLK WERE KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A MASSACRE BY GUARDS LOYAL TO THE REGENCY!!

UNITE WITH US IN DEMANDING MORE PROTECTION FOR VESPER, LOWER TAXES, AND A BETTER STANDARD OF LIVING!

COME TO THE NEXT REGENCY MEETING AND HELP US ORGANIZE BETTER AND MAKE OUR VOICES HEARD BY THE IMPOSTERS WHO CLAIM TO GOVERN US!!

Satisfied he had made his point, Kesner quietly wandered over to the bank, and making sure no Royal Guards were around, tacked his message to the bank wall.

"Call me a commoner!" he muttered as he walked away.

Kilena · Guest

The evening started with Norrec stumbling accross the Regency meeting in Serpents hold, as he sat down to listen in, that is where the trouble started. It turned out that unless you were a "Loyalist" you couldn't sit in a chair! how rude! where is the equality, it would be better if everyone stood!

A few arguements and a few swords later, Norrec was recovering from a thorough beating he recieved over not getting out of the chair. What an outrage! to see the nobles take such action against a peasant who wanted his voice heard.

Norrec sent a message to Dymm, apologizing for his short service, but he had a great goal now. Revolution. As Norrec wandered the cities of Britannia, he was shocked at the number that heeded to his call, and soon they marched at the Regency meeting and stood chanting for the people! It wasn't long before even more showed up! soon they out numbered the guards, and eventually a fight broke out.

Norrec and his new found companions over powered the guards and made their way into the meeting where Thomas Marshall of Minoc delivered a powerfull speach on the people's behalf. The blue collar roots of his companions showed through and made Norrec smile as they boo'd regency members, made visual passes at women and were generally just normal people!

As Norrec left growing tired, it dawned on, he had a greater purpose in life, something worth fighting for... With a smile on his face he walked through Vesper, and there he say the signs! Inspired, he ran off to do planning, much work was to be done.

Thomas Marshall · Visitor Joined: 05 Jan 2005 Posts: 5

"This may be it... This may be it..." Thomas said standing in front of the tree. Three Letters carved in the bark "TRM". "It may change now... Everything can be like before... It felt like before... I swear it... With the people all together... One for all again..." Thomas continued rambling.
"It's not my fault... It was for our Lord... They said it was his land... I couldn't keep it... not from our Lord... Not for myself... from our countrymen..." A long silence fell over Until a small bird chirped by and Thomas's Tear filled face look to it and then back to the tree. "I won't give this up... I'll stand until it is right again... For you this will be my cause... the people's voice shall be as loud as an Ogre..."
Thomas nervously chuckles and stands. As a Wave rolls over him and the burden seems lighter.
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Prometheus · Visitor Joined: 05 Jan 2005 Posts: 1 Location: Vesper

While making his regular trips to the ironworks and the tailor in Vesper the notice caught his eye and, typically oblivious to the many posts which clutter the wall, this one drew his attention. "My word!" Prometheus breathed aloud. Seems a bit extreme to be killing a poor soul for simply attending a regency meeting.

After asking around with some of the local merchants, Prometheus discovered more of the story. "Killed for sitting in a chair, that's typical of those stylistic nobles" he thought. "They never truly care about the common working class as much as they do about their own land holdings, their parties and balls. While I'm working my fingers to the bone they could care less of my existence. They say they want to protect me from harm but I sure don't see those regency guards around when ogres are tramping through me yard!" I guess they're too busy killing us common folk for wanting to attend a meeting and sit with the nobles all equal like." "And those palladins!" he thought, "They spout off about virtue and all that's holy but they would never take someone like me to visit a shrine. I am a good man and a pious hard working man and I tried to visit that shrine in the desert once. If it wasn't for some nice wandering man in a brown robe I'd still be laying in the sand from the Orc attack. Those holier than thous could stand for a little common folk lessions."

The notice and the surrounding story of the Regency meeting served its purpose and Prometheus became more agitated and riled as he walked on to his workshop. "I'm not much of a fighter and I've barely ever held a sword, but I've got a good strong pitchfork and a loud voice. I've got good strong arms from swinging a hammer and I feel its about time I lent a hand to me friends."

Entering his shop and hitching up his packie Prometheus could not help but think he's about to make something other than an Armoire for some uppity Regent.