Posted in a Public place and transcribed here by yours truly,
A call to all Menaphites!
So apparently our gracious Master, the pharaoh of Menaphos is a ripe book burner! He sits on his golden throne laden with treasures while his people scrounge for a bone to gnaw. He grows warm from the fire fueled by the histories and tales of our ancestors, tomes that once lined the shelves, nooks, and tables of our once-Grand Library! (once the envy of all Gielenor!)
It is whispered that he makes unnatural pacts with the followers of the foul Amascut who wishes to pilfer the homes of our deceased ancestors; this in order to increase his own wealth.
Word has even reached us that our dear brethren in Sophanem are suffered from a foul plague and that we may not deliver aid! Refusing to allow us to even verify the veracity of such a damning claim!
If a worker rises out of his place, he leaves his Majesty's audience with fewer limbs than before. If a man is found with the smallest morsel which was not his own, he is berated and beaten by the militaristic police that Pharaoh employs and trains against their own people!
The ships which once harbored in our great port are fewer now, yet somehow the only coffers which fail to dry up be those of Pharaoh himself!
We must rise up! We must dethrone this charlatan and his armed desert gestapo! It is time for those of us who call the desert home to retake the Golden City! We must reclaim the Throne for Tumeken's Chosen, so that the favor of his light shall once again shine upon us! It is no wonder that such dark times have plagued our door!
This need not be our end! Nay, the desert folk are hardy and long-lived! Our cities have lasted ages before this villain's rise, and shall remain long after he is reduced to a husk! May the fire of Tumeken burn this cancer from our lands, so the Great Elid may once again salve our wounds! May the Devourer find us not willing to lose our souls to her foul play!
06-Jun-2017 20:37:44 - Last edited on 06-Jun-2017 23:28:07 by Bloodcount