Post by gin on Mar 20, 2015 14:43:26 GMT
A letter bearing the same message is nailed to the doors of all the taverns and inns of the ThreeTowns, they all read:
Citizens of the Three Towns, know that the dawn of a new era approaches. The time of your false protectors is coming to an end, a revolution is coming and Exile is the future.
The Guardians and the followers of Donablas will be swept aside and remembered as nothing greater than a single fleck of sand in the great desert.
We are Kemet'Sa - The Sons of the Badlands and we pledge ourselves to the Exiles and our fortune, honour and lives to the service of Lord Grimm.
If you wish to join us let it be known and you shall be taken unto Grimms embrace, we will help to make you more powerful and stronger than you could ever be on your own or in the service of any other false prophets.
Know that all those who dare stand against us and willingly oppose us will be cut down where they stand; there is no hope in resistance, only futility. Those who join us will bathe in the glory of Lord Grimm. All shall bow before him or you're heads will decorate the walls of you're towns.
Hail Exile,
Hail Grimm!
The message is stamped with a blooded hand print
Citizens of the Three Towns, know that the dawn of a new era approaches. The time of your false protectors is coming to an end, a revolution is coming and Exile is the future.
The Guardians and the followers of Donablas will be swept aside and remembered as nothing greater than a single fleck of sand in the great desert.
We are Kemet'Sa - The Sons of the Badlands and we pledge ourselves to the Exiles and our fortune, honour and lives to the service of Lord Grimm.
If you wish to join us let it be known and you shall be taken unto Grimms embrace, we will help to make you more powerful and stronger than you could ever be on your own or in the service of any other false prophets.
Know that all those who dare stand against us and willingly oppose us will be cut down where they stand; there is no hope in resistance, only futility. Those who join us will bathe in the glory of Lord Grimm. All shall bow before him or you're heads will decorate the walls of you're towns.
Hail Exile,
Hail Grimm!
The message is stamped with a blooded hand print
