Dear Cyrene,

I address you in dire times. Dire times indeed!! I have heard that the choice to commit your peaceful city to the Lord Neraeos was a very close and contentious choice. Many of you must be displeased. Some of you who voted yes may be displeased with what has happened since. I write to you to announce the secret establishment of a resistance force dedicated to opposing Nerai control and dominance.

With recognition of the dangers of rebelling and being caught and identified as a rebel, I felt it necessary to help form the resistance from outside. I am an unnamed, anonymous source, and even if they -do- somehow figure out who I am, I am beyond the jurisdiction of Cyrenian law. This way your imperial superiors will not have the luxury of starting a referendum or something to shut this resistance down.

I won't lie to you, resistance is hard, and it's going to be difficult. You'll face challenges, you'll have to lie to your friends and family and pretend to support the Nerai, and you'll have to do your work in secret. But damn it, think of what victory will look like. Think of the dry bread you'll have! Think of not having to worry about breathing fish poop! Think of not having heCKIN WET SOCKS WHICH ARE THE WORST EXPERIENCE OF ALL TIME I HATE IT.

For those who wish to support the resistance, please send towels and flame sigils. I did the math and we will need at least 40,000 towels per location of Cyrene. There's like, the entrance, Centre Crossing, and, um. I think Ophilia's garden. We'll only need 120,000 towels.

Shrug off the shackles of Nerai oppression! Lift up your arms and chant your warcry!

WET SOCKS SUCK! WET SOCKS SUCK! WET SOCKS SUCK!


Anonymously,
Tesha Young

Legally authorized message-deliverer for Lord Neraeos~, God of the Sea, God of That Other Sea, God of You Know What He Is God Of Just All Seas, Salt King of Kings, the Unbreakable, Conqueror-Elect of Vashnar's End, the Vashnarian Heartbreaker, the Patron of Wet Socks

~Lord Neraeos asked me to deliver a message to the Earthmother. I am still working on figuring out the spelling of it and deciphering whether He meant breaking my reflection or the part where I died. I have the best of minds on the case.


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Daedalan, in the year 977 AF.