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Unfortunate Truth

People of Sanctuary, a time of radical change has come upon us, our council is dissolved, chaos and anarchy reign, rebels who seek truth and justice fight bitterly against the new regime of tyranny, and oppression. Many of you ask, “Why is this so?”

Our government tells us that these people wish anarchy and chaos, they wish to maintain the lethargic council and turn our beloved city into another lower Sanctuary, this could not be further from the truth. The rebellion is a protection of our freedoms, our right to think, trade, and speak, without fear of government reprisal. An economy cannot exist in this current regime, where fear of new ideas that might oppose the unknown direction that the oppressors seek to impose. Where our newest Lieutenant, holds Bane as his primary faith, seeking to oppress the rebellion and instill fear, not love, for this government.

Some of you may denounce my words, saying I am a dirty Rebel of Ubel, these are not true. I seek to survive where I can speak my choice of words in an increasingly tyrannical regime, where blame is as good as a death sentence. Where association with heroes is a death sentence, where being in the company of friends, is a sentence of torture. Think for a moment, events do not add up. The enthrallment in the watch, the death of the Sheriff, the raise of Shepps, and the announcement of Simms, who are we to believe? Men who hold the gods in high esteem are paladins of virtue, good will, and justice, or men who are known to deceive, plot and scheme to garner future power, men, who kill to put down a free voice such as the Late-Councilor Raymus.

I am Waukeenar, I see no future profit in this regime, yet I see a golden age within the rebels, a place where men can speak, respect, and believe in what is right, men, who can barter and trade without fear of the looming gauntlet of oppression behind them. Men, who seek prosperity for all!

The Machine is both our Salvation and our doom, the chosen fester within, and we increasingly rely on the machine, to defend, protect, and save ourselves from outside threats. A machine, which has proven to be detrimental for the safety, and freedom of all men, as undead wander its ruins, and the shrieks of Chosen fill the air with clawing and screeching praises to their Lord, the Appetite. We rely upon the Lord Etorix for protection, this cannot do. The dragon, like all his kind, is greedy, vain, and requires adoration and the groveling of sentient beings to believe himself worthy of existence. No profit for sanctuary can come for him, no prosperity, only servitude, and enslavement.

People of Sanctuary, I am here to speak to you know the Truth, the truth I gave up my trade, my wealth, and statues in Sanctuary. The spellguard lied to us. Dorn Reynolds fled when he discovered that Shepps and Simms banded together, and gave watchmen to the Illthied Phandiates, to be enthralled. Then the purge began, removing the loyal, skilled, and capable watchmen who were devout supporters of the council, and would tip the scale to favor the Tyranny Shepps, and Simms, had planned.

Vera Lynn, a former employee, was attacked by Watchwoman Catalina in her cell, being tortured by the corrupt and scheming woman, merely because Vera was prettier than her. Can one truly exist, and prosper under such regime, where such behavior is –allowed- in our once brave and righteous Watch? Can one truly live with their minds closed, numbed by fear, nodding dumbly to this imperious regime? Ubel rebelled when he believed our rights were taken away; let me tell you what rights have been stripped from us:

    1. The right of Free Speech. 2. The right of Privacy 3. The right of fair trial. 4. The Right of choice in our leaders. 5. The right of free press that opposes this regime.

These were the rights we based our society on. The rights to think, the rights to believe as we so choose, what happened? They were taken away by the power hungry Shepps and Simms, Simms, I might add, has lived far longer than any normal human.

The only proven road to peace has been this, Freedom, Freedom of choice, Free Enterprise and Trade. War is the result of the lack of these freedoms, as men scramble to BE someone, they ultimately fight for it, they fight for food, fight for wealth. To prevent war, these must be made available to all, and a Golden Age that Waukeen foresees should this happen SHALL happen! The solution now is to end this war now, ready our defenses, and stand with grim realization of the forces arrayed against us.

Now I speak to each and every one of you, “REMEMBER RAYMUS, REMEMBER MATTERHEIM, REMEMBER THOSE WHO HAVE DIED AND BLED FOR YOU, AND DO NOT FORSAKE THEIR MEMORY OUT OF FEAR!!!”

~Sir Ebon Greyhawk

The Greyhawk Mercantile Guild is hereby disbanded. All members are to turn themselves in to proper authorities within 24 hours to voice their dissociation with Ebon Greyhawk, or face arrest as well.

Ebon Greyhawk is now wanted for Treason, and Rebellion.

This open hate mongering will not be tolerated. The Regime continues to work tirelessly to crush the anarchy the Rebellion propogates.

-Lt Krown