To the Outlanders
Those of you who have come to this land, a stranger. Those few of you that were pulled from your homes or thrust into the thick fog that surrounds us. What do you make of this land you have found yourself in? Do you think it paradise?Perhaps you see it as none of us could ever see it; As a land of hope and opportunity. Or are you of those who rightfully see this twisted land for what it is. Rotten. The land is cursed, yes, but are those who live there any better? Beaten down folk walk crumbling streets, not a fang to their name that isn't taken from them by The Devils dogs, his Garda. You have seen for yourself the state of this land, why then, do I ask, would you question our reasons for fighting against such tyranny? Why do you seek to defend those who have kept the land as it is, either out of fear or twisted satisfaction? We fight for freedom, Do you stand against such? We are not your foe, the accursed Devil is.
~Ròka