Posters and Heralds can be found in several major cities.
(If its accessible, can have one, feel free to ignore otherwise.)
Let it be known to all, our intentions are and have always been to coexist peacefully and to not drum up such fuss as has been made against us. Yet as we have been made aware by so many violent, bigoted assertions on the part of contemporaries who value violence over diplomacy, this may no longer be possible.
This writ is on behalf of all who believe in the words of its creed. All who would deny the accusations laid against them, by those who wish only to isolate and bully those more vulnerable than the rest. Specifically, this has been penned by those of the former Abyssal Consortia, a name now rejected and left behind.
We on the margins of society have only wanted to exist peacefully within its structures. We do not fit neatly into its stratas, nor is our social role outwardly apparent. It is easy for some to point at us, at the lives we pursue as alternative to their own, and declare that the worst of us is all there are. That the worst demons are all demons, that the worst vyres are all vyres, that the worst mages are all mages. This is no more the case than to say that the worst among the blessed are all the blessed.
And yet, our hand has been forced by those worst among the blessed. We do not seek war. We do not seek violence. We do not seek conflict. Whatever our prior enmities, those have been cast aside as all misbegotten fancies should be. A world carved out by the sword is no world in which children should be raised, is no world in which any person should aspire to exist. Yet as it stands, there are those who value that same eponymous sword as the highest virtue. That to kill is to assert one's own righteousness, as if to say that because they have won and not been punished for murder, that murder was just.
One of our number, so gentled they had never raised a sword, was recently slaughtered at the hands of these men. It is after this unjust murder that we felt our hand has truly been forced. Rhaedral should not die in vain, even if he returns to us traumatized by the grace of miracles. None of us should live our lives in fear, or be forced into concessions we are uncomfortable with. Forced to listen as we are ranted to or browbeaten into submission.
Thus shall there be a Southern Alliance. The tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to be free of the totalitarian madness that plagues this world by those who claim righteousness. Those, and all who come here in peace, shall be free to live their lives as they see fit so long as it does not intrude on the lives of others. Free from the pharisaical demagoguery of all unenlightened tyrants, who would oppress someone for their mere being different.
We entreat all who read this. come to us. Join the alliance, whose only obligation shall be to defend one another in time of war. Those who wish to kill us will not stop at us. You are not safe because you have made alliance with them. The oathbreakers and tyrants who wish us dead have betrayed kin, have usurped thrones, have murdered the innocent, are husks with tortured souls who have no accountability except by threat of force. Join the alliance, where we may defend one another against the injustice of the world. Where through unity, we may keep one another safe.
Queen-Regent Melarue Lydril, on behalf of the Southern Alliance and all its persons.
