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The Fall of Lions – by Fornax Kingspear
Let those who have fallen be remembered.
People of Kryta!
For ten centuries you lived as slaves and, consequently, unhappy. While it have become a state so well known you may not recognize it, so easy now to disregard, deep down you know that you barely breathe, waiting for independence, freedom, equality.
The first wish of nature, the first need of man, the first knot of all legitimate association! People of Kryta! You were not more blessed than the other nations that vegetate on this unfortunate globe! Everywhere and at all times the poor human race, handed over to more or less deft cannibals, served as an object for all ambitions, as feed for all tyrannies. Everywhere and at all times men were lulled with beautiful words; at no time and in no place was the thing itself ever obtained through the word. From time immemorial they hypocritically repeat; all men are equal; and from time immemorial the most degrading and monstrous inequality insolently weighs upon the human race. As long as there have been human societies the most beautiful of humanity’s rights is recognized without contradiction, but was only able to be put in practice one time: equality was nothing but a beautiful and sterile legal fiction. And now that it is called for with an even stronger voice we are answered: be quiet, you wretches! Real equality is nothing but a chimera; be satisfied with conditional equality; you’re all equal before the law. What more do you want, filthy rabble? Legislators, you who hold power, nobility and aristocracy, it is now your turn to listen.
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Inspiration and credit
The above text is not Gáunts work, and draws very direct inspiration from Sylvain Marechals Manifesto of Equals. He has however edited it to fit better with GW2 lore.
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Lord Krohnstad was a great man, his widow Lady Maivila Krohnstad says. And truly, it is such a man that shall be missed in the kingdom.
For, is not the noble being of humanity in truth the representation of splendor, knowledge and elegance that is Kryta, embodiment of values which all men should strive for, from the fisherman of Triskellion, to the farmer of Queensdale, and their sons the Soldier.
In what can only be seen as the most unfortune of events, Dorn Krohnstad was found dead, believed murdered, some days ago, in a room within the confines of Salma Tavern. Lord Dorn Krohnstad was found by the Seraph, which had been sent to retrieve the nobleman who had been missing for a good day.
Bull’s Eye Guide – On the Nerve of Mehkunnah
Let it never be said, dear readers, that I do not suffer for my art. I put effort in to my work. Genuine blood, sweat and all other manner of bodily fluids are in the essence of every bit of ink you read before you. A few weeks back I went in to talks with a fellow journalist about the growing drug culture of Divinity. I’m not opposed to it myself, everyone needs a kick now and then, but sadly there is always another layer under the surface of our pleasures. A layer that never ceases to find new and interesting ways to hurt us. I offered to help out with their investigation, and in the process do some ‘investigating’ of my own.
It took little effort to find a source. I dropped more gold than I care to mention, but I had bought myself a smorgasbord of narcotics, vices of which have been spread over the underbelly of Kryta as thick as ointment on a third-degree burn. Our race, fellow humans, is one that has suffered in the last few decades. We have gone from the most prevalent species to one on the precipice, looking down at extinction with an ever-strengthening wind at our backs. This does not create a well-adjusted and content society. You need only stand on the walls of Ebonhawke to see the tide of our culture rolling back to the west, becoming smaller with each passing moment, and this has left us wanting. Those who succeed, the nobles, the merchant houses, they sate that lust. But too few are merchants, and even fewer nobles, and those left at the bottom never stop trying to convince themselves otherwise.
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The sun was setting over the Nicholaides Manor upon the outskirts of the Salma District of Divinity’s Reach. There, I took tea with the Lady-Chatelaine, Zarabeth Nicholaides, her beloved Arthenon Moreau, the Minister of Fort Salma. Lady Zarabeth had put together what she deems her Tension Slayer tea, something that soothed the nerves and mind as we took company together outside upon a large balcony overseeing the rest of the city.
‘‘Lady Zarabeth,’’ I bowed to the Lady Priestess. ‘‘I thank you for accepting my invitation.’’ I took out my small leather bound journal, and looked across the table to her and the Minister.
‘‘Indeed, Lady Kingspear. Thank you for being here with us today.” Zarabeth rested her hand gently into Arthenon’s with a smile as she presented me with a small gift, a bottle
of her favored blueberry wine distilled and created by her own sister Iridoria. [i]“Please accept this with our most humblest gratitude that you would come and visit us today.”[/i]
‘‘With your permission, I will begin.’’’
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