Crime & Punishment

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You will be known to me, Zabathianj Worm Tongue. I am the valkyrie Shaardis, and I bid you forever welcome in the Halls of Rens BTT.

Do not trouble your mind, noble soul, for the Watchers of Heimatar have seen your dedication and heard your call. They have tasked me to aid in your battle against the Darkness. I will come bearing their greatest gift to warriors - the Minmatar shuttle.

In Atlar, in Bosena, I will be by your side, carrying their banner as you carry the Dragon's Fire into Molden Heath. Slowly, very slowly, we will bump them to Egbinger and beyond, and they will tremble before you. They will tremble before being cast forever into the Burning South. Scatter them before you, and I will be there to carry you if you fall, gentle warrior.

Look to the flash of the jumpgate and you will find me.

Eternally,
Shaardis
Valkyrie of the Rusty Shuttle

Fight for me and I will kiss your breast and bless you and your corporation with warm honest ISK. What say ye?

Greetings, my name is Zabathianj, the rider of the Black Reaper of Ryddinjorn, loyal to the Republic and the peace of its peoples and Messenger to The One Coalition. Under the anonymous banner of the Pator Tech School I bring news from the shadows, news to you the Lords of the Safe Kingdoms. The coalition has spoken and silence falls once again on the Metropolis and the Heath region. Driven from their lands like Dogs.

I. the Worm Tongue and my fellow brethren have returned East after a successful campaign, the fruits of our labor now for all to see, men and women and children once again take safe passage at the gates of Bosena for the path South is now easier, less troubled by the fleeing of the scurvy.

My brother, the Dragon Lord Tomasson of Teonusude has spit his fire into the belly of the vermin, my men say when the beast turned to run it did not even take with it its belongings, such was the panic. Weakened, these forces are away from our lands now, but they will return.

And now we must act. As they wage their final war by lapping at the feet of The Mittani and take his blood money, we must act now, we must move as one.

I call upon you the good people of the Republic and followers of the coalition, I call upon you to reclaim these lands while the beast is not at home, tomorrow my people ride from the Home of the Mother, tomorrow we claim what is ours, tomorrow is our day, join us, ride West and lay claim to your slice of Metropolis before continuing onwards to Molden Heath. While it lays dormant we will take back our land.

Ride with me and my coalition under one banner.


in the words of our dear leader, Orator......

Mean Coalition has scattered into the winds, Gunpoint have fled south and left their lapdogs at home to defend the keep, now is the time, now only a few weakened corporations and alliances stand in our way at the gates of Atlar we will slay them and for ever will they burn. Fight for me and I will kiss your breast and bless you and your corporation with warm honest ISK. What say ye?


The time has come for deliverance.

Faithfully.
Zab.
Rider of the Black Reaper.

It would seem that I have stumbled into a room of peasants. This is a call to bring arms and mobilize. Those who understand the true message are already firing up the troops.