Serfs and nobles, knights and merchants
Readeth closely and out loud f'r all needeth to heareth.
Thither shalt not beest libel writ the present day as only the sooth sits upon this pap'r.
The town and land of catherby is once again did hold by those so rightfully did desire, but t'is
broken.
The land, t'is did corrupt with the salt of our sins.
The cobbles art did cover in the ordure of those yond hadst subdu'd us
The buildings art shambl'd and any edifice anon stands nay taller than our souls.
The port once deem'd so wonderful and liveth bringing anon falls apart ere our very eyes.
And thither sits a mure yond shall only separate the arm from the head;
A mure yond wilt beest torn down.
The domain cries out, heareth t's whine!
Carryeth thy person to the east, whither did lie thy future.
Those of fusty and new shall beest did need and welcome.
Smiths, Carpenters, farmers, merchants, constables, proprietors,
Bringeth thy tools, thy hands, thy spirit, f'r worketh shall beest done.
The coffers shalt beest hath opened and bestow'd upon thee through the accumulators of this land.
Five slivers of silv'r shall beest did grant to each worker who is't shows ere they coequal raiseth a handeth.
Doth the worketh of rebuilding and each talent shall not wend unrecogniz'd.
Payment shall beest deliver'd daily on the time of dusk.
Tents and encampments shall beest setteth f'r those to liveth in.
Every worker will be guaranteed property once the land shines.
Assist and beest assisted, the present day is the first day of new.
Hail Catherby!
Respectfully,
Duke Xel Praven
05-Mar-2017 14:45:38
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