I wish to declare this evening, the peasant uprising in Fisdnar.
Many a peasant I have talked to, also wish that Fisdnar be the place of peace and peasantry and good folk meeting point. We are a peaceful group, us peasants, who only wish the betterment of our own. Tonight is our night. We declare Peasant independence from the tyranny and diabolical treachery that takes place every night and every day of Strategus. Your battles, your hate, all should be removed from this land. We do not condone such spiteful hatred. For this is the land of our forefathers, and we wish to claim it as our own. We shall craft, we shall love, and we shall love.
For those who wish to oppose us. Well, I hath but one saying for thee. Nay.
Nay Nay Nay Nay. Us Peasants shall craft for those who wish to support us. Though for those who wish to oppose us, so be it. This is the time of knowing, and knowing ye shall know. It has been declared, many a peasant shall declare it as well, but they fear the retribution. I say, no longer shall we fear these overseers, no longer shall we hide in the shadows. Tonight is our night. Let us bask in the QQ tears of others. Let us bask in the fear of the elite. Tonight, my fellow peasants, is our night.
Everyone who wishes to support our free choice in crafting goods, head to Fisdnar. There we shall make our stand. There we shall make many Northern Perches.
