Gildefyre
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We are at war, and crimes against our own are treason; collaboration with the enemy.
Because this concept seems so foreign to many of our number, I will explain.
We are a small handful of people on an abandoned and cursed island that no one else dares sail to. We are besieged by the Midnight Court at every hour of every day. The Midnight Court claims more of our city on every occasion that conflict and violence breaks out, rendering buildings hopelessly corrupted and infested with hordes of undead. People have died.
There is no-one coming to save us. We are the proverbial cavalry.
In this darkest hour, we have thieves and cutthroats in our midst, petty and violent criminals who have attacked our healers and stolen our precious medical supplies. They see all of us as exploitable, meaningless, unworthy of security or health. Why else would they shed our blood and steal supplies that we cannot easily replace?
They are traitors. We are wounded, we need every available hand, we need to be able to trust and rely upon one another, and they spit in our eyes, twist a second knife into our guts, and rob us blind.
We are hanging from a ledge, and they are stomping our fingers.
They are traitors.
The punishment for treason on the battlefield is summary execution. There is no trial.
The Midnight Court is taking our town. Hope's Landing is the battlefield.
I am not a guard, I have no force of law behind me, but I warn any criminals of Hope's Landing:
Your actions have consequences. Do not expect a trial from an angry mob. Surrender to the guard, instead, who are bound to follow the law and delivery a less summary judgement.
If you do not, even the Midnight Court will not come quickly enough to save you.
- Sir Gaillart Godefroy
Because this concept seems so foreign to many of our number, I will explain.
We are a small handful of people on an abandoned and cursed island that no one else dares sail to. We are besieged by the Midnight Court at every hour of every day. The Midnight Court claims more of our city on every occasion that conflict and violence breaks out, rendering buildings hopelessly corrupted and infested with hordes of undead. People have died.
There is no-one coming to save us. We are the proverbial cavalry.
In this darkest hour, we have thieves and cutthroats in our midst, petty and violent criminals who have attacked our healers and stolen our precious medical supplies. They see all of us as exploitable, meaningless, unworthy of security or health. Why else would they shed our blood and steal supplies that we cannot easily replace?
They are traitors. We are wounded, we need every available hand, we need to be able to trust and rely upon one another, and they spit in our eyes, twist a second knife into our guts, and rob us blind.
We are hanging from a ledge, and they are stomping our fingers.
They are traitors.
The punishment for treason on the battlefield is summary execution. There is no trial.
The Midnight Court is taking our town. Hope's Landing is the battlefield.
I am not a guard, I have no force of law behind me, but I warn any criminals of Hope's Landing:
Your actions have consequences. Do not expect a trial from an angry mob. Surrender to the guard, instead, who are bound to follow the law and delivery a less summary judgement.
If you do not, even the Midnight Court will not come quickly enough to save you.
- Sir Gaillart Godefroy
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