Praise the Red God

[TheHopscotch]

 "... Weakness is all which permeates these lands. Men and women so content with their lives while housing mutants and abominations in the name of Garljing.
He weeps. Your crimson god sobs at your lack of resolve, your lack of understanding of the world we now find ourselves in.
To those who would service our gods as you would a homeless beggared, I offer you no remorse.
I promise you that when Naysien descends, you will be the first to rest within her gullet.
Brave men and women of The Coat, we extend our hand to you alone.
Cast aside any notion of treachery or treason instilled in you by a Herald of Nyx, stand beneath the wings of Naysien and bring these lands to their former glory.
Lest we fall further.
Lest we lose ourselves permanently.
In yet another sea of sleepless nights, content with a mockery of what dragons were meant to be.
Ah...
It's all so tiring, isn't it?"

Upon this night, blood had been spilled.
Ebon scales buried deep within Tellis Cresentis and a young member of The Ebonblooded being sent home with a broken jaw, justice enacted by a Sigurd Cresentis.
Dissent continues to stir within The Coat.