[IC] Pamphlets distributed in Stormwind

My dear citizens of the Alliance, I crave a word of the greatest importance, namely that all of us are being most poorly treated and it has become impossible for me to continue like this. Some might glance at this line of text and disregard it as meaningless as they walk to their lavish homes with its fine food and soft furniture. Others might scoff as they take a merger supply of gold and sustenance to live a merger lifestyle, lapping from the hands of those with means.

But what of us, those who have neither the means nor the want to beg for the subtle slavery of meagreness? I will not scrabble about and smile as the whips of the king crash upon my back. My knee shall remain unbent as I experience this existence as we all must. Yet it is not possible to do both; one cannot hold oneself with their head high and be whipped at the same time. One therefore is daily cut or bends the knee, there is no path to become the noble you so dream to be. These who could be so noble are the poor, the political, those who dream of a better Stormwind for their children or those who defy the established truth of the light, the ones who would choose to worship in their own faith or educate themselves in the subject of their own choice. Those who carry the whips that so scorn the independent of mind; the Law, the church, the king and his many little helpers.

Let us consider the Law shall we. From top to bottom it is devoid of any worth or value save that of exercising the kings will upon any deviance. Do you consider it right that guards have the power to execute without trial any who they consider criminal? Why you might scoff but what if you were to encounter a vengeful guard on the wrong day? He could slay you and no one would blink, not one wink of sleep would be lost. Is it right that people like Samian the portly have this power to remove from you anything from your coin, the skin of your back or even your life on a whim without recourse? And what recourse could there truly be with "the right and Honourable" Baron Braiden Mistmantle to judge you. I swear this to you all the free minded of Stormwind; the Baron shall face justice for all the wrongs he has performed. You could turn to your Minister of Justice, if you find him do please point him out to me; I assume he is a mute. That leaves the oppressed in the tender mercy of the paladins. If you ever wondered what a rich man looks like they wear Gold, Blue and white tabards. Such greed is lampooned as the work of shadow, interesting that it exists so brightly in the guise of light. It is a secret not to many openly speak of but have you ever wondered where your Archbishop is and if despite the wealth and power is he still a man of pure will? Would it surprise you he died in the service of Death Wing, the very one who caused such misery to your kingdom? Doubt me? Seek the truth but tread very carefully indeed.

Let us now sit and examine the yoke that is the light. It is a little known truth that once you dedicate your life in service of the light you are granted a free hand to act completely against its principles. A strange concept yes, let me expand my idea for you. How many paladins have starved during the famine I wonder? High priests have gold in their vains from the plates they feast off and the lower priests blood is the coppers of the collection plate. How is this greed allowed? There is one paladin who carries gold in his tin boots, boots paid for by you; gold given by you. Why if the church was to empty itself of this wealth the city could afford to buy food and overcome its short comings. Why not take to the street and demand this cause of action. A thousand shouts of heresy later you will find yourselves burnt. Perhaps then you should look to the white cross for your faith? Then again if you have a free will and ideas they are the enema of knowledge. They are alike as all other light churches, control the truth, teach their truths and oppress others truths. Then you can dominate the people to follow the codes set down by the priesthood. This is the yoke that they try to place about your necks. It is completely self-serving and is completely man-made institution.

I appeal to those who wish to learn more, about any subject to establish contact with my good self. In the north there is freedom to practice any faith or any magic, to read any book or to brew any Potion. In the north you will find us. In the north you will find the army who will free you all.
Sleep well Stormwind. The Red Banner will flutter and will be the friend of any who seek freedoms. It will find and judge any who have committed a crime against those who refuse to bend their knee.