People Of Lower.
Some of you have seen my notices. Some of you know me. Some of you don't like me, well tough shit. My name is Leslie Ubel, and I am the Bastard Son of Monty Ubel.
I write this, from a table next to the head of Orison Hallafat. I look at his severed head, on a shelf, and I wonder what he would think of our current situation. Those of you that knew Orison knew him to be a freedom loving, brave, powerful man who died with the sun on his mind, and freedom in his heart. He was a real free man. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and desired to bring it to the people.
The Nancies are out of Lower, thats true. But the ideals they fought for, they're not gone. I'll be the first to say our dreams were corrupted. We were vile, base, and greedy thats all true, and I wont lie. But we also had something the Ledskirs dont have. We had heart. And it lay with the people of Lower. Bread for the hungry, a roof for the homeless. Cold drinks, and warm baths. These were what every Nancy wanted, not for just himself, but for his brothers and sisters.
Somewhere along the way, that dream was corrupted. Apathetic Annie led the Nancies astray. She led us to War. And now, we are broken. We are wounded. But we are not dead. Our ideals are still there, and some of us still stand. We still wear our colors proud, and we will see our dream, a dream that we were swayed from, realized.
We wear Brown and Red. Brown, for the dirt smeared across every child of Lowers face, for the floors of our dirty shacks. Red for the blood of those who have fought to defend our freedom, and for those who have yet to do so.
Though the Nancies do not hold their ground any longer, and though Ledskirs men have swarmed over what land we once kept safe, we are not gone. Am I crazy to say this so openly, when Ledskirs men would love to hunt us down? Mayhaps. But better to risk myself, and alert even just 1 Lowerman that hope still lives, than to go on, quietly.
Dark days are ahead for you, Lower. Ledskirs men will begin their oppression. They will make deals with the Spellguard. They will make deals with the Watch. They will do whatever it takes to gain more power, even if it means selling out it's own people. Though their colors are different, do not be fooled. They are Tigereyes, at heart.
Dirty Nancy's Memory lives on, and we will see it avenged. Even if I must do it alone.
From a Dirty Table, in a Dirty Town,
-Lascivious Leslie Ubel