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Stolen Aspirations, this ones for you.
#1
Quote:A letter is sent to Sibyl Cirque, carried by the blackest of shadows. It's beady little red eyes look at her with contempt, as it hands the letter to her without so much of a second thereafter before it poofs from existence.  Talk has already started to swarm the lands of Esshar of the Chieftains recent activity amongst the lands, so what it might be about might not be so shocking. Though perhaps it might be to the Cirque, given she is not often seen leaving Moxtli's walls.


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To my dearest Sibyl Cirque,

For years I have followed you aimlessly while you lead the lands that were meant for me to lead by birthright.  I have stuck to my loyalty to Moxtli for years, even as I was taken for granted time and time again. I've watched you destroy people, take away things that made them whole for the simple fact they stepped to you the wrong way. Our own people, treated with such severity and exiled from our lands without a second thought.  When you were seeking to be voice, you preached to the people that you would speak on behalf of all of them.  That no longer would we be lead by a sole persons decisions, but by all those around you.
Yet you have not listened.
You have not practiced what you were preaching.
You've become blind and selfish, unlike the woman who I thought at one point might be an alright person to succeed since I had not.
For this, I relinquish my title as Chieftain.
For I will not watch my home be destroyed peacefully.
Be prepared.
I'm coming for you.
Leave your walls.
I dare you.
Yours truly,
Lucinda Meztin

Lucinda Meztin is urging those within Moxtli to head her warning.
To Aid her in retaking what was taken from all of them.
This is Civil War, tribesman style.

(For a scene, message me on Discord or send Lucinda Meztin a letter. ~Aoria-sama~#6707)
#2
The letter is grasped and as it burnt away, the Voice's hand would clench into a fist but smirks at the tail end of it. Instead of sending a letter, the Cirque would announce her words and would ensure it would spread to every corner in Esshar by word, or by poster, to ensure that the perpetrator would hear the message.

Quote:"O sweetheart, I didn' wish ta' rub ya' tha' wrong way. Nor would ya' be rubbed tha' wrong way if ya' knew how ta' leave ya' own house regularly. O wait, ya' did. But ya' left cowardly, leavin' Mox' then decidin' ta' do this instead o' doin' it by tradition. Are ya' truly a Moxtlian? Or are ya' another one culturally lost from 'tendin tha' academy? Ya' talk as if I don' leave tha' walls of Moxtli. How much do ya' know about me, Lucinda? Truly. Claimin' tha' right o' Voice, do ya' honestly wish ta' turn Moxtli like Osrona? 'I have the right to the throne, not you! Let me waddle my way around and try to gather people to backstab you.' How 'bout we change Moxtli inta' a monarch? A Cirque reign for years ta' come doesn't sound bad? Sayin' tha' leaves a filthy taste in my mouth o' how disgustin' it is ta' even mock ya'.

 Ya' challenged me before, Lucinda.. Ya' lost. Now tha' ya' left, there is a whole other world o' terror waitin' for ya'. An' let's remember wha' happened ta' last one ta' betray tha' tribes? Hm? 

I'll be around out o' Moxtli, jus' like I normally do, every single day. Sorry if ya' are too blind ta' realize tha'.

I will be searching for you, woman.


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The hunt begins.
#3
The Head Shaman is not one to leave her own voice unheard, and so makes an addendum to Sibyl's own announcement shortly afterwards. Words are sent by spectral spiders, and normal ones in the tribes take on the odd habit of spinning the statement in their webs. It is, however, quite a bit shorter than the others.


Quote:"We have a process for replacing a Voice, and by ignoring it you prove yourself utterly unconcerned with adhering to the culture of the people you apparently want to rule. Until you're willing to show some respect to the people of Moxtli, and challenge Sibyl as is appropriate, you can go and fuck yourself.

Good riddance. You never did anything as a Warchief in the past decade anyways."


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