To Travance.

Angeliana,

I think in all fairness I have suffered more than him. Given more than him, it, them, whatever the bastard is going by these days. Hate? No. But the Silverfangs do not take lightly to broken pledges.

Signed,
Jack Duo

Hate? No we deal in certain certainties, just as we are certain that your about as smart as bumble bee.
This is to say your a drone, no more no less; your entire life is a lie, and has been constructed to your duress.
You say you suffer, but can a brick feel pain? Nay, for it is unintelligent, brittle, and has no aim.
You lack the worth, or the class to go by such a name.

You sniveling little miscreant, how dare you even jest in such a way.

A broken pledge? As we said he may have had, but we never agreed. This is something we've grown more accustom too over the past lived years.
You see, the sins of the father, are the same as the son. Don't you know how curses work?
There is the contrary, where you do not behold his curse, in which case your a construct, a walking body, lifeless from birth.
But to claim yourself alive, is to say you are his son, and in which case.
We still feel,
This family should be all but done.

Kill them all! Is what we said.
There is compassion, in the passion, of erasing the very thought of you from ever crossing your fathers head.
In this case you would never be made, and your sins to never be done.

We know Wolfgar, we knew him well; But to simply put those who think your worth wile, are not doing well.

We question their sanity!? Yes, oh hypocrisy we; but nothing every good has come from the likes of thee.
Your claim to "heroism", is simply undoing your faults.
You cleaned shop, with a broken mop, and we ALL where left to suffer.
It mattered not where you stood, the legacy of your family is nothing but idiocy inverted. Claiming to be riotous or intelligent, but in truth inert mindless animals pushing buttons just for fun.

To make self riotous little rear stains, such as yourself.

and we're not done.

YOU DARE QUESTION OUR LIFE, AND FATALITIES, WE CARE NOT OF WHAT YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH; WE WILL END YOU, YOU STUPID SACK OF BLOOD. SAY SOMETHING WE JEST, WE IMPLORE AND INSIST. TO UNMAKE YOUR KIND, IS ANOTHER MARK ON OUR LIST.

We spoke to many, dissatisfied with the decisions made to spare the lot of you, and find Travance as a whole weak as ever to make such a decision. There will be a day where they learn you cannot run into a sword with your arms spread open and expect a hug. Fate however, keeps feeding them bullshit and ruin. We dill die from their "Kindness".

Some call us a monster, some call us a creature, and others an abomination. If you do so choose, we will take such a mantel. For your green hearts need something to balance out all the absolute and infuriating garbage that is spewed from them on a daily basis. This town has done nothing but question our actions, and thank our results, disregarding credit where it is due. So don't be surprised where we lay, in regards to the blades that cut you. This place has put us there.

So we will sit, and wait, and live as we always have. Just know we are there, and always will be.

We will not have our integrity questioned by a toy.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Nothing that we despise in other men is inherently absent from ourselves. We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or don't do, and more in light of what they suffer.

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. You can neither judge nor compare what you do not know about them.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

With love and respect,
Angeliana

To Moostrav and any who may take solace in his deplorable words:

Any among you who unsheathe a weapon to further an agenda of unmaking an entire race will find resistance firm, determined, and unmoving.


~Sergeant Nalick DeMarche
Baronial Guard

There are likely many onlookers, possibly even those new to Travance.
It is important that you know Moostrav's position on homunculi is one of cowardice and willful ignorance.
The facts have been layed out many times for him to see.
To engage in further discussion with him is to humour an ill-tempered child that only seeks attention.

If any of you have serious questions on our homunculus allies, I will answer them.
Either here or via missive.

Mercy is not weakness.

And bullying is not strength.

-Midori Suarez
Daughter of Mercy