People of Sanctuary,

Each and everydark you suffer the machinations of those who seek to use lies, falsehood, and deceit to gain power, at the expense of your livelihood. They sneak and crawl and kiss the boots of those with more power while holding the steady dagger behind there back.

This is what has caused this plague, deceitful, and power hungry government. A government where assassins thrive on the life blood of the shadows, the gold being funneled into them, gold that was gained through taxes and your hard labor. I say to you now, this cannot go on, lies, falsehood, deceit, for whatever cause, or purpose, however, benign or evil, can only lead to the ill of all.

Has this not been empirically proven, repeatedly in the history of Sanctuary? That those who wish power must crawl in the mud of there sins and hire assassin to push there own agenda, or to remove those who oppose it? Has it not been proven, that you, people of Sanctuary, people of hard labor, people who now suffer the ravages of plague that come from a cumbersome, an ineffective government, who cares more about the gold in there pocket than the welfare of there citizens! I say to you now, this cannot last.

The followers of the Jawed God, Moander, seek to claim responsibility of the plague, to make you kneel down in fear and abasement to a god we know little of? A god, who by there own words, seeks to bring evil to all good men, to make them suffer his depraved antics and wishes to force all to rot, and become corrupt? I say to you, this cannot last.

I do not know the source of the plague, or those who seek to see it's continuance to further the agenda of there god, I do not know the source of this town's problems, it's history, or it's true problems.

But I can say this- it can be better.

I can say that this town can become clean and pure once again.

I can say that this town can do away with it's corruption, I can say that this town can cure the plague, and end the chosen threat that lies beneath it. I can that this town, can become wise, efficient, and patient. I can say that this town can become strong, and proud.

I do not know your names, I do not know who you are, what you endured, I never felt the lash on my back, heard the grinding of my own bones, felt the sweat trickle down my back as a slave. I will be the first to concede that I do not know what it means to have been a slave.

But I know what it means to suffer. I know what it means to feel like you can do nothing. I know what it feels like when all you can do is cry, and beg whoever you pray to, be it Moander, talona, Bane, Bhaal, Kelemvor, Torm, Tyr, that this shall pass. I know what it is like.

I can say that this plague is the fruit of lies, the deceit the simmers and squirms in this town, I can know, I know that the root of all of your sorrows comes from the few, hateful and uncaring individuals who would bring sorrow into your life, to expense your hard labor to better themselves. I do not point fingers. I do not say the Council, the spellguard, or the Sheriff. Because none of these are truly, solely responsible. There are those who would work against corruption, lies, and deceit. I hereby salute those that do, I applaud your courage, your determination!

But it is not enough to end this plague. It is not enough, to save there, and your lives. Only the holy light of Savras, The deity of Truth, Fate, and Divination, can this plague end. The plague of corruption, the plague of deceit, the plague that now breeds in man woman and child. The symptoms are the flies that flock to them, the paleskin and bloated pus. This can all end, by forswearing lies and deceit, to step out into the open and admit your crimes before they harm more people. To go to your neighbor and admit your wrongs. A simple, "I'm sorry" is enough.

The Holy Light of Savras gifted humanity with the third eye, the Eye of foresight, and hind sight, and by using this third eye can we ordain our fate. The future is misty, the clouds of fate still churn our destinies, but I can say to you know, through tradition that has stood 153 years, through struggle and bone numbing fear, we can make it through. By the rocks beneath our feet, through the struggle and tribulations we all share, I say to you now, stand up tall, do not sit down and whimper and beg some higher being to cure this plague, no divine aid will come. The cure is to get on your feet, to face this world of bitterness, hatred, and lies, and turn your back on it, and embrace the world of Truth, a forgiving land where your sins are forgiven as long as you admit them, punishment is handed to those who deserve it and nothing more, and your hard work is acknowledged and praised.

Moander is a god of trickery and rot, and corruption. This is his curse on good, honest people. I say tell him to chew and squirm on his own lies!

May the Light of Savras mark these words True!

Thrisa Catrisa.

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