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OOC Disclaimer: The following is about Empire, revolution, settler colonialism, and it’s many consequences. The opinions stated here are to be taken in character and should not be taken as out of character judgements. It is intended as in character rhetoric. Except that we should have a rolton cryptid. Oh and do not insert into any orifices. Or do, I’m just not legally responsible for it.
IC Disclaimer: The Black Thorns are more of a collective, and less of a organization with hierarchy and a roster. Please do not take the perspective of one member to apply to all of us.
Snow gave way to Charlatos drizzles and muddy streets in Wehnimer’s Landing. The sound of boots slopping though mud, giggling, and feet slapping against rooftops filled the square as red-armored hireswords charged forward street level in pursuit of a group of roof-leaping children dropping bundled papers in their wake.
In a string of events that could only be called a comedy of errors, a Sylvan shopkeeper chose this moment to empty their morning chamber pot out the front door. The Armiger caught in the cross fire of the stream of filth cried out, but too late. The Armiger behind crashed into one ahead and so forth until they were all in a heap in the muck.
Now the children were gone leaving the streets with the sounds of groaning men and a profusely apologizing shopkeep turning their head away to hide the grin and black thorn lapel pin.
https://gswiki.play.net/Black_Thorn_Resistance/Free_North_News_Issue_2
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