[Posted along one of the back walls of the Rock Bottom, near the crone, and in a few assorted areas in Upper and Lower by a hooded figure of average height and a muscular build. Most of the details of his person were obscured by his cloak and low hood. Their posting occured when traffic in the area was as low as possible.]

Behold the Coddled Menace!

[The image of a repulsive goblin face leering at the reader with a crafty, sinister grin is drawn with minimal skill below the title]

For too long have these lilliputian beasts stood alongside the people of Sanctuary as brothers! Every day they breed more of their scum and spill out into the streets of Lower. Every election these murderous brutes and assassins have a measure of control over who will represent you on the Council.

In tragedy a member of the Watch was cut down by one of their vile kin. Remember Victoria Brackish, the private who fell in battle with one of the agents of the Scourge, a foul goblin wizard. Recall her murder at the hands of the sinister brood. This is an act against the safety of every citizen of Sanctuary! As long as these foul monsters are allowed to live in the settlement, no one will truly be safe from them. They have already struck down a member of the Watch, and it is only logical to believe that once those sworn to protect you are out of the way, they will move against the people of Sanctuary!

A mighty Scourge draws close to the bosom of the settlement! For too long has nothing been done while the goblin Scourge gathers its forces and builds its base of operations! Nothing has been done as the Scourge amasses on our very doorstep! For weeks have our wives, our husbands, our parents, and our children gone missing in Lower, mere blocks from the Scourge stronghold! There will come a time when the law will not defend the occupying Scourge, but will instead defend those who deliver justice to the scourge. The time has come to say Enough and hope that it is not too late to save ourselves from their wicked plots!

[The image of a jawless goblin skull being crushed by a large gauntlet graces the bottom of the parchment. The skull glares malevolently at the reader, and the gauntlet is ornately decorated and finely forged. A simple network of cracks ebb out from the place where each crushing finger is gripping the skull]