OFFICIAL DECLARATION OF WAR

[Lammy]

"I don't like public addresses, but Varceal won't stop asking me to say something..."

 

"I told Vion, and I told the what I predicted to come in the coming years. That Osrona will be plunged into darkness from the inside out. That 'heroes' will take the facades off and show their true intentions. I believed the words of the Pelleaux, but that was probably one of my many follies.

… for who believes the words of nobility that are nothing but pale imitations of of an archaic system that works on the circumference of divine right?

 

How many times must Osrona be reconstructed in the image of another, before they learn to keep their mouth shut and their vision heading into the right direction? How much darkness must remain inside of their own walls before the true shine of the cosmos can sparkle down?

 

How many times will they keep the witches within their walls, while playing about with the ideas of hunting them down?

In recorded history, you have played with the ideas of witches, being manipulated by them, marrying them. Your radiants, once manipulated and used by them. Your king betrayed and used by them. The reputation between nobility and witches is uncanny. 

 

I'd go even further to assume the position that your leaders have connections with the supreme herself.

 

I, however, do not aim to have the Felcloaks to start moving forward with assault, but if they dare tally up that mountain with their forces and their idea of goodness, leave not a single breath from them.

 

Take from them, what they took from the Older Brother. A life for a life. You know what they want.

Give it to them. ~ Vesper, Leader of the Felcloaks.