So long I have toiled.
So long have my brethren and brothers ground the Caladrian soil beneath our boots.
Too long, too long has the thought of those dead and buried in Fisdnar rattled through my mind.
And no more will it continue.
Out of our long suffering, out of our darkest night. We rise like the phoenix! A very, angry, vengeful phoenix. We march on our homeland, not to free our people all long dead. But for our VENGEANCE! and somewhat for our ancestors, and for the memory of those whom we've lost... But mostly revenge.
We have no quarrel with those who take up residence in our Fisdnar, but we shall give them no quarter and we will kill all those who do not run, and some of those who do.
This is not a call to arms, all the men of Fisdnar are assembled, the rage refined to a sharpened point. This is a statment of intent. If you are in Fisdnar, prepare yourself for death.
FOR FREEDOM! FOR FISDNAR!
FISDNAR 4 LYFE
