The Trying Times
My friends and companions of Lower Sanctuary, I write you today with the most utter sadness and grief, for these times in which we live are the most trying of all. Today, our sons and daughters have died, their blood has been spilled for they have been the target of a long and overbearing series of skirmishes against the men who protect the Upper District. They were under continuous provocation until they could endure no more of the disparaging malice that was afforded to them by the Watch and Spellguard. Mister William Pearce Danielson, Mister Tristan Jack, and Miss Elistranda Tethyrn took their own lives after being captured to avoid the humiliation and painful suffering of execution.Such a fury brews above us! We cannot defeat such anger with steel. For to do so would be to put ourselves on the same wretched and barbaric level as the men of Order who live above us. No, we will not be like them. We will survive, and we will do it with the unity that the men of Upper Sanctuary refuse to understand. In fraternal union, we will persist and turn our plight into greatness. And I will guide us there. We cannot stand divided, for if we do we shall surely find swift defeat at the perils that surround us, that loom over and abound around us.
Let no man raise his fist against the Uppersmen in the name of Lower any longer! For this is the reason for the noble deaths today! In the name of Lower, our forefathers have instilled such a fear in the Uppers that they now hunt our most powerful men and bring death to those that may rattle the bars of their cages! Provide them no opportunity for this any longer! Raise chins, raise shoulders, but let no man of Lower raise a sword in its name, for we will be a people of peace. Let the hate stay in Upper, it shall no longer have a place here. The time for our suffering is over.
Let any man who shall stand with me seek me out so that together we can forever solidify the positive fate of our people. It is here in Lower that we will make our stand until we find the sunlight or death overcomes us. Lord Ilmater be with us all, for we shall remain free men who lived and died for something beautiful.
Painbearer of Lord Ilmater
Magnate-Protector of Lower Sanctuary