The Revolution Begins

[!] Pamphlets are all delivered to elven citizens of the Hadrian Empire by owls. More are posted around the Dominion, and two are even attached to the Diederick and Wilhelms front doors. [!]

There is a darkness reaching like rust, all around us. The Empire is a disease that thrives in that darkness, and it is never more alive when we let it continue.
However, maybe fighting is pointless.
Maybe our forces are dwarfed by the scale of the enemy.
There will be times where the struggle seems impossible.
Perhaps it’s too late. But I’ll tell you this:

If I could do it again, I’d wake up and be fighting these bastards from the start!

Remember that the frontier of this fight is everywhere. Even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

They cannot stop our tide of liberty. They cannot hold back our tsunami of justice and freedom.
Tyranny cannot hold our tide back. Authority is brittle.
Their dam built on suffering is weak.
It leaks. It cracks.

And one day, the time will come when all these skirmishes and battles will have flooded the banks of the Empire's authority.
And then there will be one too many.
One single thing will break the siege.

We know everything we need to know.
We feel everything we need to feel.
And when the day comes, we will be an unstoppable force for good.

Remember this: Do not give in. Do not stop resisting. It is this fight that halts the spread of tyranny.

Stop the spread of the darkness!
Join the Rebellion!
Fight the Empire!
 
[!] A reply soon came from the Dominion of Corithiel, similarly being spread throughout the lengths of the Dominion, Anjyarr, Dar-ach Denur, and the Empire, with a personal copy being sent to the Adelsburg Palace [!]
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The Dominion of Corithiel and its Council do not condone the recently spread and announced 'rebellion' against the Empire of Hadriana. We understand that we have been at recent odds and still feel the weakened bonds between us, but while those wounds are healing and conversation is had to resolve the two powers' standings, announcements such as this are not helpful to our cause. This announcement comes as a great surprise to the Corithiel Council and the Dominion hereby issuses a warning to any within its domain who would take part in this rebellion. This works against our Corithiel Dream, deteriorates ones enlightenment on the Tetheriani, and is in very bad taste. Those with information regarding the individuals behind this rebellion are to bring such forward to la'Cilmeri Varyian Theris in an effort to maintain international peace.

Signed,
Varyian Theris
la'Cilmeri of the Dominion of Corithiel,
Therri'cill of the Enlightened Kingdom of Luminion,

Guardian of Purity,
Warden of Corithiel,
Theri of the Glade of the Dragons
 
Ill-tidings brought this notice to Ze'lli's desk at the dead of
night as the Dush Elf quirked a brow. Thise goes against the
agenda of the Dominion's Dream of everyone vibing in a tavern
smoking the Halfling's leaf, with good 'Cill wine, while there are
'Cerr and others cooking nice foods. The fact these were posted
during these times gave him an ICK.


"What the fuck guys."
 
*Amari is given word, as she retains a home in Avalheim for vacation purposes, though the letter is given to her by a servant and sent to Arduan where she has taken a life of peace and spirit worship. She quills a response and attaches it to one of the letters around*

"The world does not need more blood shed. I beg you to call for peace among your supporters and find another path. Not one necessarily of acceptance of the those you dislike but a path that will not leave families in shambles, the earth further ruined and nature disrupted. We are all free to differ, but is bloodshed always the first answer? I hope you find peace, and may the Mother grant you purity and health, and may the Father give you wisdom you clearly need in these troubling times

- Amari Delaurs"​
 
*Amari is given word, as she retains a home in Avalheim for vacation purposes, though the letter is given to her by a servant and sent to Arduan where she has taken a life of peace and spirit worship. She quills a response and attaches it to one of the letters around*

"The world does not need more blood shed. I beg you to call for peace among your supporters and find another path. Not one necessarily of acceptance of the those you dislike but a path that will not leave families in shambles, the earth further ruined and nature disrupted. We are all free to differ, but is bloodshed always the first answer? I hope you find peace, and may the Mother grant you purity and health, and may the Father give you wisdom you clearly need in these troubling times

- Amari Delaurs"​
[!] A reply would be sent to Amari, and a few pamphlets would be sent out, but not to the same degree as the first two papers. [!]
If blood is the price for reform, then so be it. If the Hadrian Government repeals its oppressive laws that prevent freedom of religion, then we will stop the violence. Otherwise, blood will be spilt. You are a child of the Mother and Father. Surely you cannot condone their evil deeds? You yourself cannot openly practice your faith without punishment. You are restricted by their laws, so if you would like, you may join us and advocate for change. Otherwise, sit aside and do not interfere, and we will leave your village be.

-The Author
 
[!] A servant gives her the replies. She reads it and just tosses it in her fire place for fuel not bothering to respond anymore. It wasn't her place to take a side[!]
 
[!] An elven assistant entered The Office of Civility, delivering a note intended for him. Mihail, nursing yet another Mitronian beer of the day, still relatively sober, set his glass aside to examine the letter. As he read, his expression shifted, his eyes widening with each line. At long last, the chance to fulfill the oath he had sworn so many years ago had arrived. Avenge whom he lost.

Before he could fully process the revelation, the assistant handed him another letter, this one bearing the Dominion’s response. Mihail read it carefully, his mind churning. After a moment, he waved the assistant away, placing both letters side by side on his desk.

The Hinterlander leaned back, his gaze sweeping across his office as he tried to piece everything together. His attention returned to the notes, scanning them once more. Finally, he rested his forehead in his hand, his elbow propped on the desk, lost in thought as he wrestled with the weight of the decision ahead, trying to figure out what's right.
[!]
 
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