HellsBelles
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- Cain / Tarquin / Lucrezia
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Above laid extracts of pigment on cigarette parchment, the writing fast- shown the words were being spoken at the same time (ignore the actions, obvs, as i was behind a wall and that would be meta)
Aellen,
These were men, to our women; who had to choose between being captured and having their families punished for being merely at the wrong place at the wrong time; or give petty pieces of information to Calendale nobodies.
These were men, who took it upon themselves- who some how retrieved access to doors without working in our forces; who stripped these women, mocked them- and if you could so hear the cries of innocence and the clanking of torturous mechanisms; your mind would only pollute you with the foulest of punishments. The confessions the women were, and i must emphasize, forced to make, were false, rather pleas to cease their assault. Eilua Esapa, has not, has never, slept with anyone, I had to treat the child after an assault made upon them by the people she was enforced to do this by, and the only crime she committed was giving someone keys to my tavern.- Kali, has a lovely wife, and aimed to seduce no one. These claims were made from, as you may read above, their own perverse fantasies with the women.
'The amount she led into Calendale hands numbers in the dozens.' Was a quote never mentioned, as i was there, behind a thin wall in my Casino, when the interrogation occurred, Eilua Esapa has not encroached Calendale for 2 years, as she has had to do extra tavern shifts to off-pay an extensive debt to myself- she has worked several hours a day, and i ensure she doesnt tend to depart the tavern. She has gained no money from the event, as all her money comes to me to off-pay her loans. Her money is directly from tavern-work, and tavern-work alone.
These are men, who, have become so enticed with petty losses, that we have endulged in petty, cowardly victories- only one of what sounded to be a group of men had his senses, and pitied them, even tried to subdue their bloodlust. The men who are entasked with protecting us women were too hungered by the sensation of torture- Aellen, have we so lost our minds as to allow women who are defenseless to be strung up and tortured, leered at? for the mere amusement of not even a guard, a random, murderous individual who somehow gained keys.
I think we deserve some answers, if we are to call Calendale so low, then what is this? We cannot speak down to the Umri if this is happening, to they eyes of many- is this not treason to so torture the men you are to care for? are we not sinners?
I come back to my old letter, the responses of love, of courage- and yet i look upon the soils where i write and forsee nothing but shame, cowardice. The recurring images of falling brick is all i can see in a place i so love, when we have become so vile.
We are a bell-curve, yet, we are also capable of working through this. When we see this, need not think of abandoning the nation, but a reason to upkeep the fight- are we not ashamed of cowards like this who forsake women? are we not sick of needing to take any win, no matter how disgusting?
The Azure Keep- answer to us why women were tortured, when we have seen this type of crime before? can we not use minuet investigatory skills? or will we just turn into a memory in hatred. Tell us why you chose bloodshed over heart, tell us who these men are to not even fight for us, but to torture us?
You have at least, if anything, given us a new low to step above- The people should not have to pay for the cowardice of its foreseers.
In love, or reluctance, we shall move forward with heart, if not suicidal ambition,
'Cain'
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Below was pinned an old missive, a letter written in the same fashion of what these women were tortured for
Sallare Mimir's Letter
Above laid extracts of pigment on cigarette parchment, the writing fast- shown the words were being spoken at the same time (ignore the actions, obvs, as i was behind a wall and that would be meta)
Aellen,
These were men, to our women; who had to choose between being captured and having their families punished for being merely at the wrong place at the wrong time; or give petty pieces of information to Calendale nobodies.
These were men, who took it upon themselves- who some how retrieved access to doors without working in our forces; who stripped these women, mocked them- and if you could so hear the cries of innocence and the clanking of torturous mechanisms; your mind would only pollute you with the foulest of punishments. The confessions the women were, and i must emphasize, forced to make, were false, rather pleas to cease their assault. Eilua Esapa, has not, has never, slept with anyone, I had to treat the child after an assault made upon them by the people she was enforced to do this by, and the only crime she committed was giving someone keys to my tavern.- Kali, has a lovely wife, and aimed to seduce no one. These claims were made from, as you may read above, their own perverse fantasies with the women.
'The amount she led into Calendale hands numbers in the dozens.' Was a quote never mentioned, as i was there, behind a thin wall in my Casino, when the interrogation occurred, Eilua Esapa has not encroached Calendale for 2 years, as she has had to do extra tavern shifts to off-pay an extensive debt to myself- she has worked several hours a day, and i ensure she doesnt tend to depart the tavern. She has gained no money from the event, as all her money comes to me to off-pay her loans. Her money is directly from tavern-work, and tavern-work alone.
These are men, who, have become so enticed with petty losses, that we have endulged in petty, cowardly victories- only one of what sounded to be a group of men had his senses, and pitied them, even tried to subdue their bloodlust. The men who are entasked with protecting us women were too hungered by the sensation of torture- Aellen, have we so lost our minds as to allow women who are defenseless to be strung up and tortured, leered at? for the mere amusement of not even a guard, a random, murderous individual who somehow gained keys.
I think we deserve some answers, if we are to call Calendale so low, then what is this? We cannot speak down to the Umri if this is happening, to they eyes of many- is this not treason to so torture the men you are to care for? are we not sinners?
I come back to my old letter, the responses of love, of courage- and yet i look upon the soils where i write and forsee nothing but shame, cowardice. The recurring images of falling brick is all i can see in a place i so love, when we have become so vile.
We are a bell-curve, yet, we are also capable of working through this. When we see this, need not think of abandoning the nation, but a reason to upkeep the fight- are we not ashamed of cowards like this who forsake women? are we not sick of needing to take any win, no matter how disgusting?
The Azure Keep- answer to us why women were tortured, when we have seen this type of crime before? can we not use minuet investigatory skills? or will we just turn into a memory in hatred. Tell us why you chose bloodshed over heart, tell us who these men are to not even fight for us, but to torture us?
You have at least, if anything, given us a new low to step above- The people should not have to pay for the cowardice of its foreseers.
In love, or reluctance, we shall move forward with heart, if not suicidal ambition,
'Cain'
[!]
Below was pinned an old missive, a letter written in the same fashion of what these women were tortured for
Sallare Mimir's Letter
