A young boy enters the offices of the Oracle, bearing a rather plain looking piece of paper in his right hand. Looking somewhat uneasy, he crosses to the front desk. Uncharacteristically, he simply drops the paper on the front desk and scurries off, not stopping to flirt with the various office girls, as is his wont, almost as if he were following some rather specific and immutable directive. The paper slowly flutters down to the surface of the desk revealing its message to any who pass by:
To the people of Rhydin:
First, the messenger who delivered this is not part of the group nor of the campaign written about herein. He is but a simple lad performing a duty for which he has been well-paid. We ask that no recriminations be set upon him.
Second, we are not madmen. Though the Oracle may have become accustomed to manifestos from beasts such as the Zodiac, slavers, and others; we do not believe ourselves to be as such. We merely feel it is the best venue to share our message.
It is no mistake that we mention the slavers above. The words in the last edition of the Oracle are most telling. That he can speak of such horrors so openly and in such a public manner is at the root of Rhydin's problem. Public collarings and forced enslavement have increased exponentially here. It approaches a time ill-remembered when the SA and the Houses ran unchecked. Such cannot be again.
Many fight against the slavers and their abomination. Our group included. But it is often a losing battle. The Guard have no power to stop slaving and never seem to be around even when the unwilling are taken. They cannot be entirely to blame. The law is an ass. The shadowy government of Rhydin allows these horrors. There is little prohibition against slavery in this unenlightened land.
But then there are others, ostensibly good people, who would remain apathetic in the face of unspeakable acts. Those who witness the public collarings and the violence yet do nothing. Those who hear and read the words of slavers as they rejoice in the enslavement of sentient beings and neither feel nor do anything. Those who avert their gaze at such monstrous acts until and unless it involves someone they know and love. Those who make no effort to even rail against it. It is to you that we give warning.
It was once said, by a Cleric of another place and Time that, ""If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality."
And now, the neutral and apathetic shall begin to appreciate and share in the oppression. Our actions shall no longer be saved for the slaver and those who would support it. Any who would stand idly by and allow public collarings to take place will no longer be safe. Those who would turn a deaf ear to the cries of the enslaved in the public square, within the walls of the Red Dragon Inn, and on the streets of Rhydin shall find such inaction both unwise and unhealthy. If morality does not drive you... If common decency does not drive you... let fear drive you. The battle shifts to include you and yours. Choose both your allies and your foes wisely. There shall be no outsiders.
Nytefall
The darkness that precedes the dawn...
The time of fear and uncertainty....
-At the end of the message appears an icon, a sigil of sorts:
A dagger, entwined by a rose - both encircled, as if bound, by a chain. At the bottom, the chain is broken as if pierced by the point of the dagger...
To the people of Rhydin:
First, the messenger who delivered this is not part of the group nor of the campaign written about herein. He is but a simple lad performing a duty for which he has been well-paid. We ask that no recriminations be set upon him.
Second, we are not madmen. Though the Oracle may have become accustomed to manifestos from beasts such as the Zodiac, slavers, and others; we do not believe ourselves to be as such. We merely feel it is the best venue to share our message.
It is no mistake that we mention the slavers above. The words in the last edition of the Oracle are most telling. That he can speak of such horrors so openly and in such a public manner is at the root of Rhydin's problem. Public collarings and forced enslavement have increased exponentially here. It approaches a time ill-remembered when the SA and the Houses ran unchecked. Such cannot be again.
Many fight against the slavers and their abomination. Our group included. But it is often a losing battle. The Guard have no power to stop slaving and never seem to be around even when the unwilling are taken. They cannot be entirely to blame. The law is an ass. The shadowy government of Rhydin allows these horrors. There is little prohibition against slavery in this unenlightened land.
But then there are others, ostensibly good people, who would remain apathetic in the face of unspeakable acts. Those who witness the public collarings and the violence yet do nothing. Those who hear and read the words of slavers as they rejoice in the enslavement of sentient beings and neither feel nor do anything. Those who avert their gaze at such monstrous acts until and unless it involves someone they know and love. Those who make no effort to even rail against it. It is to you that we give warning.
It was once said, by a Cleric of another place and Time that, ""If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality."
And now, the neutral and apathetic shall begin to appreciate and share in the oppression. Our actions shall no longer be saved for the slaver and those who would support it. Any who would stand idly by and allow public collarings to take place will no longer be safe. Those who would turn a deaf ear to the cries of the enslaved in the public square, within the walls of the Red Dragon Inn, and on the streets of Rhydin shall find such inaction both unwise and unhealthy. If morality does not drive you... If common decency does not drive you... let fear drive you. The battle shifts to include you and yours. Choose both your allies and your foes wisely. There shall be no outsiders.
Nytefall
The darkness that precedes the dawn...
The time of fear and uncertainty....
-At the end of the message appears an icon, a sigil of sorts:
A dagger, entwined by a rose - both encircled, as if bound, by a chain. At the bottom, the chain is broken as if pierced by the point of the dagger...