10-09-2022, 06:27 PM
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Following the pillaging of Port Fortune conducted by the Sunken Order, a special occurrence would be noticed by all denizens of Port Fortune
Per every minute, a child wandered into the streets singing out a poem that functioned as a message.
The children have all been identified to share traits among each other such as:
- Non Magi
- Under the age of 14
- All noted to have crimson eyes
- All noted to have come into contact with Port Fortune's crew
- All noted to be showcasing extreme emotions of rage, dread, sadness, happiness, and the likes while speaking out the message
Over the next few hours, they would begin to rotate around the city to continue spreading the message
Faint residue of Black Magic can be sensed for the experienced and most keen
The poem had since been transcribed and heard as:
Quote:
The time of grief has come! The Heralds bring a message: A trade! a trade!Woe unto you, those who still take to the battlefield, woe unto you, those who still take up the blade!Courtesy is in order! The Leviathan watches from all over the border!Dauntless! Dauntless! They charge a price for one precious, but they have no qualms that you can afford her!
The transaction is simple, an eye for an eye!Break apart your plans, scheme no longer!Cut off a head, the hydra will only ever grow stronger!Fail to give us your captive, the sirenian will die!
Yog-Saroth for Yndi! Our patience grows thinner!Send him free, lest you seek more trouble!How could one love a sinner?Bite the hand that feeds you, the historians will only find rubble.
The offer for a prisoner exchange has been made.
Yndi for Yog-Saroth
The Heralds of the Deep await a reply.
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