Written By Shard
Feb. 6, 2019, 3:07 a.m.(7/9/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Skapti
I've never been a thrall, but I was Abandoned well into adulthood. I would have chosen death over thralldom, easily.
But that's the thing, isn't it? I would have chosen. You would have chosen. When the time came for /you/ to be a thrall, you didn't have a choice, as you said, because you didn't have the money. It was paid off for you, but if it had not been, you wouldn't be writing journals in Arx.
My ancestors were slaves a long, long time ago. They never forgot. Even after they were freed, they never stopped fighting against it. You don't have to care about those who weren't as lucky as you to escape. That's your choice to make. You don't have to care about the ones you helped drag into it. It was a shit situation and you had only shit options, and, again, that's your choice.
My choice is to fight. It has always been to fight. It's the least I can fucking do with what I've been given, and it's the least I can do to remember why.
But that's the thing, isn't it? I would have chosen. You would have chosen. When the time came for /you/ to be a thrall, you didn't have a choice, as you said, because you didn't have the money. It was paid off for you, but if it had not been, you wouldn't be writing journals in Arx.
My ancestors were slaves a long, long time ago. They never forgot. Even after they were freed, they never stopped fighting against it. You don't have to care about those who weren't as lucky as you to escape. That's your choice to make. You don't have to care about the ones you helped drag into it. It was a shit situation and you had only shit options, and, again, that's your choice.
My choice is to fight. It has always been to fight. It's the least I can fucking do with what I've been given, and it's the least I can do to remember why.
Written By Shard
Feb. 5, 2019, 1:21 a.m.(7/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Amund
If this is in reference to me in any way, I was not making a promise. I was certainly not making a promise that Brass would deliver; I don't speak for him. Aside from a few moments of temper I've never even spoken /to/ him. I was giving my solemn word that he is entirely capable of what he says he can do, because there were those that were doubting that he could.
People can either believe me or not. But you see his work on the streets every night.
People can either believe me or not. But you see his work on the streets every night.
Written By Shard
Feb. 4, 2019, 9:22 p.m.(7/6/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Willow
Buying debts
does not
end
thralldom.
It only contributes to creating more thralls because you are paying the slavers ludicrous amounts of money to give you slaves. Ludicrous amounts that they made up. You are paying a ransom over and over and over again. You are accepting that it is better to buy people than to fight the actual system. It's illegal to make a child a thrall in House Thrax. They have numerous vassals that have not, and will not, adopt those reforms. Furthermore, what about the people that aren't children any more? Are they somehow more deserving of slavery because they got too old to be good fodder for you to beat your chest over? What about the parents of those children? What about older siblings? What about their families?
What kind of an argument is this that people keep going 'well, what are YOU doing?' I'm advocating to release all of them, that's what I'm doing. I'm pointing out why Brass's offer is important, and not just because he can give us shit. And, among other things, I was actually there to help the freed thralls from Kennex, I was there to see what was going on, I was one of the people Aleksei pulled in to do just that. Audric and I recruited a whole lot of them into the Valorous Few, which isn't great work for most people, but is, at least, work, for which they are actually paid a decent amount of money. I don't bring that up every five minutes because I think arguing about who is and isn't qualified to argue against slavery is fucking stupid.
We shouldn't be buying slaves. We should be dismantling the entire thing, brick by Slaver laid brick, as quickly as possible, because these are not crates of goods or racks of clothes or a heap of lumber, these are people. They have families, they have friends, they have fears and joys and obnoxious habits. Ending thralldom shouldn't be measured with /time/, it should be measured with the number of lives we're forcing to live like that every single day.
does not
end
thralldom.
It only contributes to creating more thralls because you are paying the slavers ludicrous amounts of money to give you slaves. Ludicrous amounts that they made up. You are paying a ransom over and over and over again. You are accepting that it is better to buy people than to fight the actual system. It's illegal to make a child a thrall in House Thrax. They have numerous vassals that have not, and will not, adopt those reforms. Furthermore, what about the people that aren't children any more? Are they somehow more deserving of slavery because they got too old to be good fodder for you to beat your chest over? What about the parents of those children? What about older siblings? What about their families?
What kind of an argument is this that people keep going 'well, what are YOU doing?' I'm advocating to release all of them, that's what I'm doing. I'm pointing out why Brass's offer is important, and not just because he can give us shit. And, among other things, I was actually there to help the freed thralls from Kennex, I was there to see what was going on, I was one of the people Aleksei pulled in to do just that. Audric and I recruited a whole lot of them into the Valorous Few, which isn't great work for most people, but is, at least, work, for which they are actually paid a decent amount of money. I don't bring that up every five minutes because I think arguing about who is and isn't qualified to argue against slavery is fucking stupid.
We shouldn't be buying slaves. We should be dismantling the entire thing, brick by Slaver laid brick, as quickly as possible, because these are not crates of goods or racks of clothes or a heap of lumber, these are people. They have families, they have friends, they have fears and joys and obnoxious habits. Ending thralldom shouldn't be measured with /time/, it should be measured with the number of lives we're forcing to live like that every single day.
Written By Shard
Feb. 4, 2019, 4:01 p.m.(7/6/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Willow
Are you running a high fever right now?
Written By Shard
Feb. 4, 2019, 6:26 a.m.(7/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Willow
The thralls you care about should be that reason.
What's the point of words if you're not willing to take necessary action to back them up? No one is proposing a plan. They're just saying 'not now', if they're entertaining the idea at all. Not now, not now. We can't start now. It's too dangerous. It costs too much money to undo what we did. Don't let your feelings get in the way. Let's all dig a hole and pretend that it's okay to say 'not now' and turn our backs not only on these people but also on the potential means of fighting back against the greatest dangers to our civilization. Let's keep pretending the civil option is to keep telling enslaved people 'not now. You have to wait until it's more comfortable' or 'not now, you have to spend decades more of your life like this, and then, if you're still alive by then, then maybe it'll happen. Probably not. But maybe.'
You know what would be a good first step? You know what might make me feel like this and all the other protests that say 'not now' but claim they're the best friends of the people they're saying not now to is a little more than empty words? Thrax could stop allowing new thralls to be made. They could stop raiding villages for new slaves. But I bet you that won't be a popular proposal. I look forward to hearing about how it's not the right time to even stop bringing new people into the system, let alone freeing the ones that are already there.
What's the point of words if you're not willing to take necessary action to back them up? No one is proposing a plan. They're just saying 'not now', if they're entertaining the idea at all. Not now, not now. We can't start now. It's too dangerous. It costs too much money to undo what we did. Don't let your feelings get in the way. Let's all dig a hole and pretend that it's okay to say 'not now' and turn our backs not only on these people but also on the potential means of fighting back against the greatest dangers to our civilization. Let's keep pretending the civil option is to keep telling enslaved people 'not now. You have to wait until it's more comfortable' or 'not now, you have to spend decades more of your life like this, and then, if you're still alive by then, then maybe it'll happen. Probably not. But maybe.'
You know what would be a good first step? You know what might make me feel like this and all the other protests that say 'not now' but claim they're the best friends of the people they're saying not now to is a little more than empty words? Thrax could stop allowing new thralls to be made. They could stop raiding villages for new slaves. But I bet you that won't be a popular proposal. I look forward to hearing about how it's not the right time to even stop bringing new people into the system, let alone freeing the ones that are already there.
Written By Shard
Feb. 4, 2019, 3:01 a.m.(7/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Arik
He never promised he could protect us from everything. He promised he would help us fight the worst enemies that are coming not just for us, but the world, and he would do it by sharing the knowledge and the art that history still remembers him for. Not just building, but teaching. Not sheltering, but helping us to stand. Fear him, sure. Question him, absolutely. But when he says he's /capable/ of giving us weapons to fight what's coming, I give you my solemn word that he is not lying.
Written By Shard
Feb. 3, 2019, 9:23 p.m.(7/4/1010 AR)
I've got a great idea. Instead of constantly talking for Thralls about what they would want, and ex-Kennex Thralls about whether they'd have preferred being freed or not, let's actually let them speak for themselves, and we can see what the majority thinks. What would they prefer? A chaotic, possibly dangerous in the short term freedom, or to be slaves for the rest of their lives, and, in many places, their descendants' lives?
Oh, wait, that would be very inconvenient for this argument, wouldn't it? Much better to just insist you know what's best for them. They're property, after all.
Oh, wait, that would be very inconvenient for this argument, wouldn't it? Much better to just insist you know what's best for them. They're property, after all.
Written By Shard
Feb. 3, 2019, 9:16 p.m.(7/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Willow
At no point was my argument that Thrax /will/ do this. My argument, in fact, was explicitly that they won't, because they value the metaphorical coat over the lives of other people. They'll sit around all day making excuses and saying 'this is the wrong time, there's too much danger, our economy will suffer', and on and on and they will do that every single time this subject comes up, because those costs aren't going to change.
As for what to do in this metaphor? Well. You can freeze to death. You can try to find another coat. Or you can take it from him by force.
...That last option isn't one anyone's going to like. It's a lot worse than making a plan in advance and having the whole Compact cooperate in trying to mitigate the fallout. But no group of slaves stays docile forever, and history has an awful lot of prominent examples where people stopped asking nicely.
As for what to do in this metaphor? Well. You can freeze to death. You can try to find another coat. Or you can take it from him by force.
...That last option isn't one anyone's going to like. It's a lot worse than making a plan in advance and having the whole Compact cooperate in trying to mitigate the fallout. But no group of slaves stays docile forever, and history has an awful lot of prominent examples where people stopped asking nicely.
Written By Shard
Feb. 3, 2019, 1:54 a.m.(7/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Willow
If a thrall has never known any other life, it's because they were either born into Thralldom or made a thrall so young they don't remember anything else. Think about that.
And if I have two coats, and give you a coat because you don't have one, then we both have a coat, and we're both less likely to freeze to death. That sounds like a practical solution to me. If I don't give you my extra coat and decide to keep it instead, it's because I value the coat I don't need over your life.
Think about that too.
And if I have two coats, and give you a coat because you don't have one, then we both have a coat, and we're both less likely to freeze to death. That sounds like a practical solution to me. If I don't give you my extra coat and decide to keep it instead, it's because I value the coat I don't need over your life.
Think about that too.
Written By Shard
Feb. 1, 2019, 10:33 p.m.(7/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
Yes, but not always, and not to every extreme. The means has consequences as well, and those are on your head along with any successes that might come out of what's done. You can't just pretend something didn't happen because you got what you wanted out of the aftermath. So it matters which ends, and which means, and who, if anyone, gets hurt along the way.
Written By Shard
Jan. 22, 2019, 2:34 a.m.(6/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Octavia
You're right, I don't know how to rule, not like nobles do. I never had any reason or opportunity to learn something like that. But from what I've seen (and experienced) of battlefield surgery, cutting out an arrowhead isn't remotely simple. It's messy, extremely painful, and might well kill you. Often the wound has to be cauterized, and it will scar. But if you don't remove it, it will continue to cut, and fester, until eventually you might die of it anyway.
The battlefield is not a place for simple answers. People die with every single order you give. Wars are won or lost on decisions made. And having been on those battlefields and given my share of orders, having faced the enemy, I can tell you they're only getting stronger.
The battlefield is not a place for simple answers. People die with every single order you give. Wars are won or lost on decisions made. And having been on those battlefields and given my share of orders, having faced the enemy, I can tell you they're only getting stronger.
Written By Shard
Jan. 20, 2019, 8:44 p.m.(6/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Octavia
If you shoot yourself with an arrow, you will eventually have to cut the thing out.
Written By Shard
Jan. 19, 2019, 4:34 a.m.(5/21/1010 AR)
Safety always comes at a price. Usually that price is freedom; yours, or someone else's, or both. The trick, I guess, is figuring out just how much you're willing to give up in exchange for being safe. Or, at least, feeling safe, because the truth is no one is ever entirely safe, no matter how much they sacrifice. That's not how the world is. That's not how life is. After all, if you decide to lock yourself up in a stone cage your whole life, you're only safe so long as the cage stays intact. You're only taken care of until your caretakers are gone. And if things break, then what? Then what will you do?
Almost everyone gives up a little freedom. We make rules. We make compromises to get along. Some peoples make more rules than others, but almost everyone has some kind of line, some limit, somewhere, even if they run off into the woods to live entirely alone. It's a matter of who decides where the line is. Who sets the limits. Who determines the cost.
The Compact needs change. It can't keep going exactly the way it has, not forever. There are things out there that are coming to break your walls down. Either you're going to find another wall to hide behind, and damn the cost, or you're going to learn how to truly stand on your own feet and fight back.
And damn the cost.
Almost everyone gives up a little freedom. We make rules. We make compromises to get along. Some peoples make more rules than others, but almost everyone has some kind of line, some limit, somewhere, even if they run off into the woods to live entirely alone. It's a matter of who decides where the line is. Who sets the limits. Who determines the cost.
The Compact needs change. It can't keep going exactly the way it has, not forever. There are things out there that are coming to break your walls down. Either you're going to find another wall to hide behind, and damn the cost, or you're going to learn how to truly stand on your own feet and fight back.
And damn the cost.
Written By Shard
Jan. 16, 2019, 12:11 a.m.(5/15/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Rinel
Some secrets are necessary.
Written By Shard
Jan. 12, 2019, 7:20 p.m.(5/7/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
My first immediate answer is: no. No it's not better. Of course it can't be better. Walls make me feel closed in. When I'm not out on contract I feel antsy. Like I'm not moving enough. When the seasons change, I stay in one place. The smells are all wrong. The sounds are all wrong. The people are mostly strangers. You have so many, many people here, and none of their faces have the marks I grew up with. The marks mean things, ceremonially, but they also meant someone was safe. Familiar. Mine. They weren't filled with suspicion and they didn't stare. Kings and lords and ladies and princesses still seem impossibly ridiculous, and so many having so little while so many have so /much/ seems backwards and barbaric and wrong.
But it's not...all that way. I've learned things, incredibly important things to me, that I never would have. I don't starve. I could sit around and grow fat if it weren't for my work, if I wanted to. I don't freeze (but your summers are still miserable). I've seen things I never imagined. I worry less about someone coming along to murder me in my bed. I /have/ a bed (I don't know if I prefer it or not).
I don't know where my people are. I'm pretty sure they're far, far away from the Compact now. And I can't speak for them, and won't. But if they could keep living as they do--with changes, I know, but we always have to change our paths and our trails eventually--if they could still be themselves, if they could still keep to the North, and if they could forgive...then maybe. Maybe someday.
But it's not...all that way. I've learned things, incredibly important things to me, that I never would have. I don't starve. I could sit around and grow fat if it weren't for my work, if I wanted to. I don't freeze (but your summers are still miserable). I've seen things I never imagined. I worry less about someone coming along to murder me in my bed. I /have/ a bed (I don't know if I prefer it or not).
I don't know where my people are. I'm pretty sure they're far, far away from the Compact now. And I can't speak for them, and won't. But if they could keep living as they do--with changes, I know, but we always have to change our paths and our trails eventually--if they could still be themselves, if they could still keep to the North, and if they could forgive...then maybe. Maybe someday.
Written By Shard
Jan. 12, 2019, 1:02 a.m.(5/5/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
When I first heard that story told, I heard it differently. I heard it differently from a number of different storytellers, from different tribes. The Compact stories say that those who didn't go to Arx, who didn't agree to the Compact, were cowards, or on the side of the demons. The Compact stories say, in essence, that the Abandoned /abandoned/ the people of the Compact in their time of greatest need. Abandoned stories say the Compact left them to die. If they have a personal, tribal history that reaches that far back, they'll tell you how they stayed to protect their lands and people. How they were cut off by demon armies and couldn't get to where humanity was gathering. Or how they were forced to fight alone against impossible numbers. Some, I assume, have stories about how they came to worship their new gods or masters, but those weren't tribes mine ever traded or camped with. Demon cults don't usually care very much who they're preying on.
But there are other stories too. Other histories. Some people fought to protect the new Compact from the Reckoning, but fought so long that when the fighting finally stopped, they and the Compact were strangers. Some went behind enemy lines to harry the enemy while others marched for Arx. Some were your people, or your allies, a long, long time ago. I'll share some of these stories with you, someday, if you want.
But the Compact makes no allowances for history. All the land belongs to them, even though a thousand years have passed. All tribes must bend the knee, nevermind old feuds, old alliances, nevermind the changes that they've had to make for survival, nevermind how much blood has now been spilled between them. Nevermind how much peoples have changed, what they've sacrificed to survive, or how they now live. You're right; a long, long time ago most of the Abandoned were a part of these kingdoms. A long, long time ago, we were all mostly one people.
But if you break a pot, and you leave pieces of it in your house, and pieces of it in a river, and pieces of it outside in the snow and the rain and the sun, eventually when you go to gather them all up again, even if you find each and every piece of that pot, they won't be the same exact shape that they were before. You can make something new with them, if you're creative and careful. But they will never be the pot they once were. And pot shards don't have the problem that they've all been killing each other for centuries.
I don't know where my tribe originally came from. If there's a story they've held onto that long, I never learned it. As far back as the stories I did hear went, we had always roamed the North, following the herds and forging our own hunting trails. My people were not farmers, or blacksmiths, or builders. My people didn't herd animals or live in houses. We were hunters and the whole wild was open to us. I don't deny that bending the knee, for them, would come with benefits. They wouldn't have to worry about soldiers. They might have protection against hostile tribes. There wouldn't be as much a risk of starving. But what would be the cost? I ask that honestly. We didn't live in any way like you. No kings or nobles or enormous stone cities. My people would cease to be who they are, and have been, and love being. And they wanted that enough, and feared you enough, that I'm not sure they'd ever be willing to give it all up, for the sake of how someone else thinks they should exist.
But I think we both agree that more violence only makes the possibility that much harder.
But there are other stories too. Other histories. Some people fought to protect the new Compact from the Reckoning, but fought so long that when the fighting finally stopped, they and the Compact were strangers. Some went behind enemy lines to harry the enemy while others marched for Arx. Some were your people, or your allies, a long, long time ago. I'll share some of these stories with you, someday, if you want.
But the Compact makes no allowances for history. All the land belongs to them, even though a thousand years have passed. All tribes must bend the knee, nevermind old feuds, old alliances, nevermind the changes that they've had to make for survival, nevermind how much blood has now been spilled between them. Nevermind how much peoples have changed, what they've sacrificed to survive, or how they now live. You're right; a long, long time ago most of the Abandoned were a part of these kingdoms. A long, long time ago, we were all mostly one people.
But if you break a pot, and you leave pieces of it in your house, and pieces of it in a river, and pieces of it outside in the snow and the rain and the sun, eventually when you go to gather them all up again, even if you find each and every piece of that pot, they won't be the same exact shape that they were before. You can make something new with them, if you're creative and careful. But they will never be the pot they once were. And pot shards don't have the problem that they've all been killing each other for centuries.
I don't know where my tribe originally came from. If there's a story they've held onto that long, I never learned it. As far back as the stories I did hear went, we had always roamed the North, following the herds and forging our own hunting trails. My people were not farmers, or blacksmiths, or builders. My people didn't herd animals or live in houses. We were hunters and the whole wild was open to us. I don't deny that bending the knee, for them, would come with benefits. They wouldn't have to worry about soldiers. They might have protection against hostile tribes. There wouldn't be as much a risk of starving. But what would be the cost? I ask that honestly. We didn't live in any way like you. No kings or nobles or enormous stone cities. My people would cease to be who they are, and have been, and love being. And they wanted that enough, and feared you enough, that I'm not sure they'd ever be willing to give it all up, for the sake of how someone else thinks they should exist.
But I think we both agree that more violence only makes the possibility that much harder.
Written By Shard
Jan. 11, 2019, 7:49 a.m.(5/4/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Reigna
I thought about this one. How to explain. Let me put it this way, and either it'll make sense or it won't. Or maybe it'll make sense later.
You went into battle as a healer. You saw war. Would you bend the knee to Cardia? To the Undying Empire? All of these great powers believe they know the best way. That their ways are right and true, and your ways are stupid and inferior and, in some cases, dangerous to yourself and others. At least one of them sounds as though they already believe Arvum is theirs. Another might lay a claim. What would you say to them, if they did? Would it matter to them if you told them the land was yours, and you and your people had been living on it for generations? What would you do if they brought armies instead of emissaries? Would you resist? Would you fight back? Why wouldn't you just bend the knee and accept their changes, instead of fighting for your people and your traditions and your beliefs?
I doubt any of those questions are hard to answer. They were never hard to answer for any of the people I used to know.
You went into battle as a healer. You saw war. Would you bend the knee to Cardia? To the Undying Empire? All of these great powers believe they know the best way. That their ways are right and true, and your ways are stupid and inferior and, in some cases, dangerous to yourself and others. At least one of them sounds as though they already believe Arvum is theirs. Another might lay a claim. What would you say to them, if they did? Would it matter to them if you told them the land was yours, and you and your people had been living on it for generations? What would you do if they brought armies instead of emissaries? Would you resist? Would you fight back? Why wouldn't you just bend the knee and accept their changes, instead of fighting for your people and your traditions and your beliefs?
I doubt any of those questions are hard to answer. They were never hard to answer for any of the people I used to know.
Written By Shard
Jan. 10, 2019, 2:40 p.m.(5/3/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaston
Oh, I apologize. I had no idea you were mourning the thousands of dead Abandoned--men, women, and children--either left to rot in the wilds or burned in bonfires by their murderers. Mourning dead Abandoned isn't really something I've ever seen most people doing in the Compact, let alone from the Oathlands, let alone during this particular event. I've been seeing people talking about progress and necessity and how much they deserved to be murdered to the very last for daring to exist.
Ah, wait. You're talking about your vassal. Nevermind then.
No one should need some damned Prodigal sellsword to tell them that building an enormous road through the wilds claimed by dozens and dozens (if not more) of tribes that have been living there for potential centuries would end up being seen as a provocation, a threat, and/or a target. No one should need /me/ to tell /them/ that people were going to get killed. But I /did/ tell people. I /did/ warn people. I wasn't alone either. Do you think I'm writing just because I want to rub people's noses in it? I'm writing because thousands of people are dead on all sides, but particularly uncounted numbers of children, something being celebrated and seen as right and proper by a chunk of the very people who hold honor as their highest and most important value. No one's left to mourn them, and they'll be promptly forgotten, because a bunch of murdered children are inconvenient to remember.
This is why your vassal was attacked, I'll point out. Because the Abandoned don't bother to make distinctions between Houses any more than the Compact bothers to make distinctions between tribes. They were looking for justice for the dead. But, as I've already written, there will never be any justice over this. That's not how things work.
Ah, wait. You're talking about your vassal. Nevermind then.
No one should need some damned Prodigal sellsword to tell them that building an enormous road through the wilds claimed by dozens and dozens (if not more) of tribes that have been living there for potential centuries would end up being seen as a provocation, a threat, and/or a target. No one should need /me/ to tell /them/ that people were going to get killed. But I /did/ tell people. I /did/ warn people. I wasn't alone either. Do you think I'm writing just because I want to rub people's noses in it? I'm writing because thousands of people are dead on all sides, but particularly uncounted numbers of children, something being celebrated and seen as right and proper by a chunk of the very people who hold honor as their highest and most important value. No one's left to mourn them, and they'll be promptly forgotten, because a bunch of murdered children are inconvenient to remember.
This is why your vassal was attacked, I'll point out. Because the Abandoned don't bother to make distinctions between Houses any more than the Compact bothers to make distinctions between tribes. They were looking for justice for the dead. But, as I've already written, there will never be any justice over this. That's not how things work.
Written By Shard
Jan. 9, 2019, 10:35 p.m.(5/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Sparte
"Brought death and injustice to the Compact."
I was going to write more. But that line about fucking says it all, doesn't it? Fuck you. And if we end up invaded in turn by a powerful empire or two, since we seem about on the brink, just remember how much you praised this 'beautiful' dream, and check your outrage. You wouldn't want to insult other people's dreams, after all.
I was going to write more. But that line about fucking says it all, doesn't it? Fuck you. And if we end up invaded in turn by a powerful empire or two, since we seem about on the brink, just remember how much you praised this 'beautiful' dream, and check your outrage. You wouldn't want to insult other people's dreams, after all.
Written By Shard
Jan. 9, 2019, 5:39 p.m.(5/1/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Gaston
Disaster didn't 'fall' on you. People reacted. People made choices. People killed other people. There are thousands of dead men, women, and children out there, they didn't just happen to die, and they'll be largely unmourned because, after all, this was 'progress'. There are hundreds of dead would-be Godsworn because someone couldn't be bothered to even tell the fucking difference between Prodigals and Abandoned before they started murdering them, even with a damned templar there to protect them. There are multiple new wars being fought because people are fucking idiots.
This was predictable. This is what happens when you claim and invade territory that others have been living on for generations. It always happens. A large chunk of the Compact is very happy when it does, because, after all, they're the enemy and their lives have no worth. There will never be any justice for this. But I guess you have your road.
This was predictable. This is what happens when you claim and invade territory that others have been living on for generations. It always happens. A large chunk of the Compact is very happy when it does, because, after all, they're the enemy and their lives have no worth. There will never be any justice for this. But I guess you have your road.
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