Resolutely we stand.

*Copies of the following posters are spread throughout all Forsaken settlements, including the Undercity yet they can also be found in Tranquillien and the Pools of Vision within Thunder Bluff. As usual they're written in Gutterspeak.*

Know not the oppression of the Light.
Know not the malevolence of the church.

Know the freedom of the Shadow.
Know the benevolence of the Cult.

These four things, brothers and sisters, are what we wish for you all. In our former lives we knew the oppression of the Light, what they bound us to and how the malevolence of the church brought upon us destruction and suffering.

Was it not Uther the Lightbringer who mentored Arthas? Was it not he who let this man grow in strength to a point strong enough where he could turn upon his own people? Was it not the Light that Arthas was taught to wield by Uther? Was it then not the Light which gave Arthas the power to turn on his own people?

Then we may point our fingers to the Light and state the truth; it brought enslavement upon us.
Then we may point our fingers to the church and state the truth; it brought enslavement upon us.

It is this church which persecutes those who believe differently, those who stand in defiance against its tyranny, it is this church which perpetrates the rampant persecution of the Forsaken. It is this church which still condones Uther’s actions and thus condone Arthas’ rise for one cannot go without the other.

This church wished its tyranny upon us in life and it wishes to persecute us in death, why do you ask? Simple; to them, we are abominations, not for what we have done, not for what we believe, but for what we are. They show us no mercy, no understanding and no chance for dialogue.

So we stand resolutely against it, so we raise our swords and our shields to defend our existence, for we have no choice.

For in enslavement we found a blessing and in a blessing we found freedom.

Free from the tyranny of the church, free from the corruption of the clergy.
The Shadow gave us freedom, gave us the ability to walk the Path of Ascension, the Shadow allows us to come to our full potential, and beyond once we Ascend.

Where the church is malevolent the Cult is benevolent; Where the church attacks, the Cult defends, where the church raises its banner of tyranny, the Cult tears it down in the name of freedom and the Blessing, where the church brings the Light into Lordaeron, the Cult strangles it for the people of Lordaeron.

For resolutely we stand against the oppression of the Light.
For resolutely we stand against the tyranny of the Church.
For resolutely we stand in the name of the Forgotten Shadow.
For resolutely we stand in the name of the Dark Lady.
For resolutely we stand in the name of the Forsaken.

Ascension awaits.

OOC:

Predictably brilliant as always! I especially liked how you managed to twist the truth so convincingly and eloquently (yes, twist the truth!) and also I liked the build up to the climax near the end. To put it simply: well done a million times over!

OOC;

Sex.

*Is handled a copy by his servant, translated of course*
''-This- Cult, could be the thing we've been looking for... Valinoré! arrange a meeting at once! They will work perfectly for the task which is ahead of us.''

*Turns to his view of Silvermoon City, nodding* ''Perfectly indeed...''

*Thenkar reads one of the posters, smiling to himself*
Prophet... you've done it again! Where would we be without you?

OOC:
Excellent rhetorics! T'was a nice read.

*Riding through Tranquilien coming from the border, slightly ahead of the former Paladin / new Blood Knight he's been escorting to her new assignments, Sinnadrin's eyes meet the leaflet put out for the bolstering of Forsaken morale. Catching most of its meaning, he grins at the situation's timing and irony.*

<Well-worded. But it's best for her to turn away from the Light in small, well-calculated steps. Enflaming her soul is my task.>

*As Mithailien closes in, Sinnadrin carefully hides the poster with his body... before grinning at her and driving his skeletal horse into a competitive gallop.*