Post by ManyAsOne on Jan 8, 2008 19:15:01 GMT -5
*A large crowd was gathered as Sir Byron Aaron Pickett, a well-liked local merchant with considerable wealth and political clout, gave a speech today in front of the Redmist Inn. Standing upon a crate, flanked by personal guards from his estate, he spoke at length of the edicts passed by Lord Bloodstil, spurred by the recent hanging of his brother, Sir Andrew Pickett.*
I would first offer my deepest sympathies to those who have suffered the loss of family and friends to the unsubstantiated sentences carried out these past days by Lord Jorias Bloodstil and his ravening dogs, the Scarlet Guard. I, myself, have had to bear the burden of grief that has accompanied the loss of my brother, Sir Andrew Pickett, and his beloved wife of thirty-years, Ester Pickett. My thoughts and prayers go out to those who have endured these hardships and it is my greatest hope that these trials and tribulations will act to strengthen the resolve of the still-free people of Redmist.
Countless times many of you have heard by brother, Andrew Pickett, voicing his thoughts on liberty, freedom, and the common ties that bind us all, wealthy and poor alike. Be it his friendly and boisterous arguments over an ale at the inn or his disciplined speeches as a merchant and a scholar, he did freely what many now fear to do. He spoke out. It is with that in mind that I ask you all to look to him as an example and to lot let fear constrain you. Lord Bloodstil and his Scarlet Guard have no more authority than we are willing to give them!
In the face of unchecked tyranny and oppression, it is the duty of every man to stand up and let their voice be heard. It is the duty of every man to spew out the gag of fear that would otherwise choke out the cries of 'no!' they would scream in the face of unjust authority. Be it the plough-man or the noble lord, every man has an unalienable right to liberty and when a government acts in a manner that would unfairly and unlawfully encroach upon this liberty, it is the duty of every man to sever the chains of oppression and rise up to throw off such government and to recreate it in a manner that would better serve them, the people.
It is my voice now that will say to you that Lord Jorias Bloodstil is encroaching upon these rights. It is my voice now that will say to you: 'No! I will not tolerate the passing of edicts that would have me live in fear of not only your establishment, but would destroy the bonds of trust between me and my community, pitting us against one-another in an effort to keep us afraid and, ultimately, complacent'! I would say to you now that we are not sheep that may be herded to the slaughter at the whim of a despot!
Long have we as a people suffered. From the neglect of our former Cormyrian rulers to the disdainful lead of rulers such as Lord Jorias Bloodstil, and now we are allowing ourselves to suffer further, the blind, mute, and deaf flock of a ruthless priest of oppression! Do not accept this fate. Look to each other for strength. Look to yourselves. Arise now and cast out the few that would claim to lead for the many when the only lead for themselves!
For your families, for your friends, and for yourself I ask you to stand for your beliefs and stand for the liberty in which you are so deserving.
Thank you.
*As Sir Byron Aaron Pickett steps off of the crate and walks away with his personal escort, people murmur among themselves. Nearby a group of Scarlet Guards murmur as well.*
I would first offer my deepest sympathies to those who have suffered the loss of family and friends to the unsubstantiated sentences carried out these past days by Lord Jorias Bloodstil and his ravening dogs, the Scarlet Guard. I, myself, have had to bear the burden of grief that has accompanied the loss of my brother, Sir Andrew Pickett, and his beloved wife of thirty-years, Ester Pickett. My thoughts and prayers go out to those who have endured these hardships and it is my greatest hope that these trials and tribulations will act to strengthen the resolve of the still-free people of Redmist.
Countless times many of you have heard by brother, Andrew Pickett, voicing his thoughts on liberty, freedom, and the common ties that bind us all, wealthy and poor alike. Be it his friendly and boisterous arguments over an ale at the inn or his disciplined speeches as a merchant and a scholar, he did freely what many now fear to do. He spoke out. It is with that in mind that I ask you all to look to him as an example and to lot let fear constrain you. Lord Bloodstil and his Scarlet Guard have no more authority than we are willing to give them!
In the face of unchecked tyranny and oppression, it is the duty of every man to stand up and let their voice be heard. It is the duty of every man to spew out the gag of fear that would otherwise choke out the cries of 'no!' they would scream in the face of unjust authority. Be it the plough-man or the noble lord, every man has an unalienable right to liberty and when a government acts in a manner that would unfairly and unlawfully encroach upon this liberty, it is the duty of every man to sever the chains of oppression and rise up to throw off such government and to recreate it in a manner that would better serve them, the people.
It is my voice now that will say to you that Lord Jorias Bloodstil is encroaching upon these rights. It is my voice now that will say to you: 'No! I will not tolerate the passing of edicts that would have me live in fear of not only your establishment, but would destroy the bonds of trust between me and my community, pitting us against one-another in an effort to keep us afraid and, ultimately, complacent'! I would say to you now that we are not sheep that may be herded to the slaughter at the whim of a despot!
Long have we as a people suffered. From the neglect of our former Cormyrian rulers to the disdainful lead of rulers such as Lord Jorias Bloodstil, and now we are allowing ourselves to suffer further, the blind, mute, and deaf flock of a ruthless priest of oppression! Do not accept this fate. Look to each other for strength. Look to yourselves. Arise now and cast out the few that would claim to lead for the many when the only lead for themselves!
For your families, for your friends, and for yourself I ask you to stand for your beliefs and stand for the liberty in which you are so deserving.
Thank you.
*As Sir Byron Aaron Pickett steps off of the crate and walks away with his personal escort, people murmur among themselves. Nearby a group of Scarlet Guards murmur as well.*
