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[Jeb]

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"Those basterds. Those dirt, dirty basterds!" Jeb was upset to say the least.
He had been called to this meeting of peers less then a half hour before and already he saw what the others in his group had ben complaining about.

"Who can they afford to make war on each other when WE have naught to eat?" Asked Bob the Farmer of the assembed crowd. A soft chear greeted his words. While emboldened by alchool and fueled by the presence of so many of their brothers, the force of the meeting was steadly growing in anger. "Who stood up to help my poor Robert?" Was a frequent cry of one of the more distrught member of the meeting. "What of my poor dog? EATEN by bandits!" was another impassioned cry, oft greated with grunts and sympathetic nods.
They had all been there.
All had suffered under they tyrany of the Regents and thier lackies.
The lak of guards, the oppressive taxes...
The lack of respect cut deepest of all.

"Well, I cann'at speak for all of you" Jeb began, encorged by the sight of his fellow serfs suffering. "But I can tell you this "THE SEWER CLEANERS OF BRITTAN WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS ANYMORE!" He shouted in the rough tavern to a smattering of chears and claped hand. More then one raised glass by the tavern regulars also greated his words.

The peasent patrons were used to this rabbling, they'd hear it all night. All the different trades people and vilianens venting their anger at the powers that be.
Even as they ignored the battle outside thier meeting hall, the Order of the Elbon Skulls, fought bravely the enemies of the people. Surerly the Skulls had great sypathy to the poor of Brittaina. Why else would they fight so hard agaisnt a commen enemy? Ignoring even the battle outside thier doors, the Powers that Be made promises and made to screw the peasents out of more gold.

There comes a time when not even the strongest can not squeze juice from a turnip.

"Death to the flase monarch!"
"No guards, no taxes!"
"No taxation without represntation!"
"Clean you own damn tolites!"

Thier cries were crisp and pure, the halmark of protest aginst a corrupt stestem, as they marched on the Receny pretenders meeting.
"My dog was killed"
"My hpuse was stolen!"
"I'm friggin' starving"!

For a moment it almost seemed as thier pleas would be heard by the Regent Faced wit hthe angished cries of the oppressed and with a startled look on his face, he paused for a brief moment of extorting gold.
Would he listen to the please of his people?
No.

What could they expect? With a land half ruled by the Orcs and violent murderes with thier red hues... Another world ruled by independent "kingdoms and empires" ... agaisnt the Kings law!
Not only authorised by the "Regent" but whored after like a commen two gold piece upright gutter wench for thier power in arms!

Not without grumbling hte peasent, the peastents of SORSICA, the PEOPLE, took thier palce at the BACK of the group. (Really now, could they expect any better?)

For a time the chats continued, interupting the illegal meeting of the pretenders to the crown.

"No rights, no taxes!"
"We GROW your food!"
"Give peasents the vote!"

It was inevitalbe that one of the platmailed pyscos would snap. High on his own importance and no doubt feelign quite brave due to the total lack of armour and weaposn to be faced, the evil knight known to his peers as Kotare Blackwind gave a battle cry and lashed out at the unarmed and innocent peasent.

"Corp por" A dozen feet to run, and annother spell. A runner and a killer of unarmed workers!
If any case could be made to the plight of the pesents of the land this was it! Thier voices silanced by vilance and hate, thier only crime attempting to get thier voice heard by their representavie to the King.

Jeb had no time to think of this, the instant he looked up an raised his pitchfork he was blasted by the foul magics of this cold blooded killer... The fact that not a one of the peasents had militant training or intent was lost on the bloodlusting mage as he cut man and woman and dog down in cold blood.
Is two spell, four words of power all it takes to rob a man of his life and dignity, one of the few things they had yet to steal from the masses.
Yes, yes it was.

Such is Justice in Sorsica
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"My KING would've not allowed this! We WILL over come!" He cried in a rage and sought to orginize his fellows into a Sewer Cleaner REVOLT!
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"Some lovely filth here..."