РОЛЕВАЯ ИГРА

To whom it may concern:

for a long time we have been bound to secrecy, to shadows, having to watch our steps and words while our hearts have screamed for freedom. Many of our bretheren were brutally killed and incarcerated just for demanding the truth, and acused of crimes that no homin would ever dare to commit. Our history written either by madmen seeking to create prejudice in the minds of homins or rumors barely confirmed by a few speeches.

But hear OUR truth! which is only freedom, freedom from the ties of the Karavan and the Kami, the end of the pointless war that has raged for ages and that has only brought pain to us all, Hear OUR truth which is that when the times grew dark for all homins it was us who saved everyone from the kitins.

we follow the word Elias Tryton, which is as I've said Freedom!

I

am one of many who still remain hidden, but my guild an me decided to step out of the shadows to let everyone know that us Trytonists are here to support any efforts that will first balance the powers between kami and karavan so that their lies can become exposed as mere excuses to subdue and enslave homins.

This day my guild has decided to give the Outpost of demon's crossroads to the peoples of the witherings, as a sign that this places should be in the power of the people inhabiting them, rather than the false high powers that wage war for them. I want to believe that the zoraî people and its circles will know how to best share it's goods in the name of homins and not in the name of the kamis. As for that we've given the control to one of the only two shizus we respect enough in those lands to keep the outpost safe, having pondered between talian zu and Grave of the fireflies we have decided for the later.

And to those of us Trytonists still hiding i say: There can be no freedom unless we're able to show our faces and speak up, even now the self proclaimed higher powers still have us chained by fear of punishment.

I wish you all Freedom!

Sincerely yours

Astarth
Free Homin of Atys

*Scribles something on a sheet of tender bark.*

Astarth gone public. Keep him away from any secret. Can be made into a figure. Hope martyrdom won't spontaneously happen.

*Hides the sheet someplace where she knows others will find it.*