Early in the afternoon a crowd had gathered in the market place of Draynor. The crowd was made up of several peasants cheering along as a man in the center ranted and raved. Behind him stood several armed personnel in mismatched amalgamations of armour, as well as several stacked crates.
"We have never needed the invasive hand of nobility to interfere with our lives," the man shouted. "We are capable of ruling ourselves, and the rule of the common-man will begin today!"
The peasants cheered in unison. After decades of alternating between harsh rule and no rule, they people of Draynor have had enough. The shouts of this man spurring them into zealous action.
"People of Draynor! Today your destiny is in your own hands! Today we are without noble
rule. Today, we deny noble rule!"
Another cheer. The crowd was getting increasingly rowdy. The market guards eyed each other in the background, unwilling to stop this now that their pay was in question. Several peasants began to wave pitchforks and other crude tools. Flipping stalls and chasing the fat merchants out of the square.
The man in the center looked to one of his guards and nodded. The guard nodded in return and turned around picking up a crate and setting it in front of him.
"To the people of Draynor, I offer you tools. The tools for your liberation!"
The guard pried open the crate and tipped it before him. The crate tipped and from the top weapons and small pieces of armor of varying quality spilled out onto the square. Swords, maces, helmets. The other guards in the man's company barely had time to grab their own crates before the peasants rushed forward. Exchanging their pitchforks and hatchets for swords. Donning helmets and greaves. The man had brought plenty of pieces to go around, from behind a nearby building two guards placed a rack of spears to which the peasants could arm themselves from.
"Now go forth, and claim your destiny!"
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