│⫷│ O' Fools Mine │⫸│

[!] Bottles are thrown at the walls of each nation, each with a letter inside. [!]

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O' fools mine, how thy think thy won
O' fools mine, how thy jest and rejoice in murder
O' fools mine, thy have not made any difference in the end
O' fools mine, how thy speak of justice prevailing
O' fools mine, how thy think we will ever stop haunting
O' fools mine, thy sins outweigh thine blessings
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O’ Commander mine: “Blood drinker” Zagreus. Do ye aprove of me yet? How such a shame it is thine demise, yet I will continue thy legacy. Public Nuisance, Assaulter, Terrorist, and learner of the foul arts. But most importantly, seeker and distributer of nothing but the truth. For you were a hero, bringing thy light to such vile creatures.

O’ Fool mine: Judge Friederich von Bergwald-Holstein. Justice served, yet you not know thy have birthed something far worse? Oh how rash of you. To not even adhere thy poor souls request of true cleansing, giving way to thy own sense of purification. Oh how thy must feel, knowing not a dent in this world has been made. Foolish indeed, to kill the drinker. Who know to keep the levels low? For it is now, thy shall drown.

O’ Doomed mine: Citizens of Hadriana. Who will be there to protect you after you destroy all? You mock allies in times of great war, hating those who aid you time and time again. It shall not be long now before they turn to realize who the real vile spawn of Eden is. "Coming forward to absolve yourselves of thy own sins", will not save thy kind now. Such savagery, shall not be forgotten.

 

[Nephimeris]

Veredra glanced over the ridiculous letter, barely giving it a second thought. With an arched brow she muttered under her breath
"Another desert dweller pretending to be something they'll never understand. Pathetic. Pitiful, almost."

Without hesitation, she tossed the notice into the fire, watching it curl and burn.

 

[Perryrhexis]

Volrath comes across one of the letters during his travels and curiously picks one of them up. Upon seeing the familiar styling his heart already skips a beat. His eyes quickly scan the names mentioned and he breathes a sigh of relief, thankfully his name is not amongst it this time. "With Zagreus gone, I guess someone else has taken over the mantle huh?... Well, glad their focus lies elsewhere. Perhaps I can get a bit of peace for a change." He happily tosses the piece of paper over his shoulder as he continues on his way.

 

[ElectronicGuitar]

She would be holding a copy of the pamphlet and would be reading it.. Yet she would look dissapointed and fold the paper up before placing it into her pouch. Inside the pouch would sit copies of other pamphlets which had the same design as this one. "Och och.." She strummed her Lute again as she walked through the night. "I wonder how this will go.." Myrdein Yinvyre giggled to herself as the sounds of a melody reverberated on the cold stone walls..