Peasant's Bargain

[iterum]

In the midst of the night, cloaked figures are seen pinning papers to even the most crowded bulletin-boards.

Their intentions appear to be outlined within the text.

   

..a hidden message reserved for the more observant eye.

   

There once lived a laborer in a humble abode,
who sailed several seas to find his new home.
He grabbed his pick and aimed for the mine,
only to be greeted by Achyon's hefty, hefty fine.
The laborer exclaimed, "..this belongs to no throne!"

He set for his house which he found trampled,
for the nobility deemed their thirst for conquest 'un-ample',
"They emit selfishness where they stand!"
"We must come up with a plan!"
A smith's sword was raised as he rallied.

So the villagers, workers, and peasants came from afar,
in which they gathered by the reservoir.
The only resource that stood unrestricted,
by the nobility's vicious jurisdiction.
"FREE OUR LANDS FOR THE WORKING MAN!"

They shouted, cried, preached and squealed,
for the rich man had no sense of modesty or feel.
Up they marched towards the throne,
to beat those who ruled to nothing but bone.
The little island of Esshar was once again a home.

[iterum]

A pair of cloaked individuals move with ease on horses throughout the night, equally doling out coin in wealth deficient areas- secluded villages, slums, and ghettos. Those non-magi on the edge of mortality are given a opportunity to satiate their hunger and renew themselves.

It is evident a prominent cause is beginning.
They seek able-bodied individuals whose ideology coincide.




Rumor has quickly spread of a small-scaled strike against the unfair taxation of the Silverwall Mines.
Some say laborers and revolutionaries alike briefly united to combat against said injustice, resulting in multiple fights.

What ensued was a small step towards progress.