Gonad sat alone in the longhall, scanning the latest edition of the Gielinor Times with a grave expression. He looked up, face framed in shadow, single eye wide with alarm.
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Urgh... Gonad forgot that Gonad can't read...
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He wadded the newspaper into a tightly packed ball and tossed it over his shoulder, before snatching up a leg of roast yak and messily digging in.
“Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.”
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Mollsae
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Slinking through the crowds, the figure adorned a cloak and hood of orange. Covering the lower portion of her face was a dark, red rag. At hand lay a bow, colored in orange and gold. At her back sat a quiver to match. She walked into the palace with a nod of greeting to the guards, and followed the staircases and ladders up onto the roof of the palace. From here, Ilyssa Reliquia-Elysian dusted back her hood and gazed out over the city that had been her home for many years. Soon, clouded blue eyes grew distant and hazy. Her mind wandered.
Foolish of me to think for just one moment that the first Godless Surge against the Armadyleans would be the last Godless Surge there was ever due to be. Long live our soldiers, and die with little honor may their foe.
As a guard approached the blonde woman, she turned on a heel to face him. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Tell him that I will fight." Without another word, the guard turned himself around and walked away. Ilyssa turned back to her home and watched over the gathered citizens, before closing her eyes.
And thou, I know, wilt be the first to see our best side, not our worst. O let us see another day, bless us all this night, I pray. And to the sun, we will all bow, and say 'Goodbye', but just for now.
"The figure adorned with a cloak blended easily with the other ten a-holes, secretly moving about in cloaks."
Malcolm III Chief of Clan MacFirthane | Fiona MacFirthane | Henry Percival Warcastle, Lord Warcastle
-News would just now reach Laird Malcolm of these happenings, but current events would afford him no further thought on the subject.-
Malcolm III Chief of Clan MacFirthane | Fiona MacFirthane | Henry Percival Warcastle, Lord Warcastle
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Once more, at mid-day, a podium was set up at the north side of Varrock square. Alongside this podium was a cloth sheet covering something; a box or perhaps a cage, easily big enough to house a man. At multiple points during the following speech, whatever was beneath it would rattle and shake, and vicious snarling noises could be heard coming from inside.
"We want this Inquisition
gone
,"
shouted Aaron Lansing as he stepped up atop it.
"We've proof of this Inquisitions want for a new monarch on the throne, and that they've been conspiring to achieve such! I have no doubt in my heart that they had something to do with my daughters disappearance, and in her stead, I issue and edict;
all
men and women of the Inquisition will leave not just Varrock, but Misthalin.
Should they fail to do so within forty-eight hours, then that shows simply that they do not care for the people enough to try and avoid incidents like the tragic burning of the Saradominist church, and I will be forced to take serious action against them.
While the church of Saradomin has been in Misthalin for as long as
any
of us have. The church may remain, managed by its own and without interaction with the Inquisition. The church building will also
not
be rebuilt until the Inquisition leaves. Should they remain, that simply shows their lack of respect for the law laid down before them, which they've expressed oh so many times before! this Inquisition is a threat to the stability of our nation. We do not need a babysitter to simply smack them when they're bad, we need a surgeon to cut out the cancer that's festering within our city and ensure it never comes back. Dr Lansing, at your service, my people!"
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At that moment, the sheet was pulled from over the cage, revealing a rabid werewolf inside. It growled at the crowd, a claw reaching through a gap in the cage in an attempt to grasp a guard, though the man quickly stepped to the side.
"
This
is the sort of horror those traitors wish to unleash upon us, and they should consider themselves lucky that they're receiving a chance to get off lightly!"
A guard handed Aaron a spear as he made his way over towards the cage, and the Prince Regent jabbed the spear through the bars multiple times, each hit sinking deep into the wolfs fur covered chest. The creature eventually let out a loud howl, before collapsing to the floor in a puddle of its own blood.
"That is how to remove cancer, ladies and gentlemen, should it come to it."
With that, Aaron handed the spear back to the guard, and stepped down from the podium, heading back inside the palace.
The Capfather sends his regards.
Rang out a voice in response after Aaron left the podium, and from the opposite side of the square, an aged man donning a silvery tailcoat stood.
A few threats issued against the Crown, and you decide to drown it in fire? You decide to erase these words, these threats, with fire and death?
Do you even know how many civilians have perished thanks to these ordeal? How many lives have been destroyed, lost, crippled? How close Misthalin came to a trade embargo? To national starvation?
You all need to remember.
There's more than one type of cancer.
He finished by pointing towards the Palace, and vanished into the crowd before anyone could properly approach him.
*A letter is sent to the members of the Church/Inquisition. If at all possible; they were posted near holy sites in Misthalin. This was not a formal letter by any means; it was hastily written and reproduced.*
Order and Wisdom,
To those faithful to Saradomin, his Church, and the Inquisition,
I do not write to you as a monarch, but as a brother in Saradomin's grace to inform you that any whom seek refuge in Asgarnia will find a safe haven here. I do not make assumptions, I do not make conditions.
The second that you step onto Asgarnian soil, you are free from harm and you will find Sanctuary. I swear this upon my faith, fortune, and Kingdom.
Saradomin bless, and be safe.
Andreas I
*Fancy seal goes here, fancy signature goes here.*
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In response to the mention of trade embargo and starvation, a few people burst out laughing at the man, and pointed out that Al Kharid and the Menaphites still considered themselves allies of Misthalin and were still very much actively trading.
The Capfather sends his regards.
I write personally to request that you allow the members of the Church who choose to flee from the upcoming storm safe passage to my Kingdom.
I do not intend to war, I do not intend to create sanctions; I simply request mercy be shown to the members of the Church. Thus far, they have done nothing but protest peacefully. I don't want the legacy of our neighbors to be stained with blood, and I want people- yours and mine- to be safe.
If you wish to meet and discuss this matter, I will gladly do so at a neutral place personally and without aggression.
Order and Wisdom,
ANDREAS I
*Fancy seal goes here, fancy signature goes here.*
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Fine Newt
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In response to the mention of trade embargo and starvation, a few people burst out laughing at the man, and pointed out that Al Kharid and the Menaphites still considered themselves allies of Misthalin and were still very much actively trading.
Before the man left, he asked how they planned to eat their sand, considering it was the midst of winters and harvests had passed.
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And my sax.
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