Post by selune on Sept 9, 2022 19:57:42 GMT 1
Atrocitus, Mayor of New Heaven,
You line your pockets with the taxes of the common folk. Sure, you may not do so directly, necessarily, though it's hard to tell with your inadequate bookkeeping. But you use public funds to buy resources for public use and surely use far more than any single person should, attempting to train your skills to a level they should have been at a very long time ago.
When you lead us to battle you lead us only to slaughter, poor strategy easily defeated by the enemies you inevitably underestimate. While we try to extract a beleaguered comrade you make everybody wait as you casually play with a bird, oblivious to the danger around you. When the forsaken come for you directly you run away, cowardice coursing through your veins, leaving your brethren behind while you roll around with meerkats instead. When your brethren yell for your aid and you realize you won't sneak away unnoticed you join the fight only to run around fleeing, screaming, the whole time your allies are slain.
And never--NEVER--do you offer an apology, an admission of wrongdoing. Everything is going according to your master plan, you'll say. Your plan, should one actually exist, isn't worth the children's colored wax it is written with.
No war can be won with a fool for a leader. I won't stick around to watch the faction flounder under your control.
Long live The Order, may you weather this storm so I can see you on the other side of this poor excuse for leadership.
- Selune Nailo, newly of the Free Folk
You line your pockets with the taxes of the common folk. Sure, you may not do so directly, necessarily, though it's hard to tell with your inadequate bookkeeping. But you use public funds to buy resources for public use and surely use far more than any single person should, attempting to train your skills to a level they should have been at a very long time ago.
When you lead us to battle you lead us only to slaughter, poor strategy easily defeated by the enemies you inevitably underestimate. While we try to extract a beleaguered comrade you make everybody wait as you casually play with a bird, oblivious to the danger around you. When the forsaken come for you directly you run away, cowardice coursing through your veins, leaving your brethren behind while you roll around with meerkats instead. When your brethren yell for your aid and you realize you won't sneak away unnoticed you join the fight only to run around fleeing, screaming, the whole time your allies are slain.
And never--NEVER--do you offer an apology, an admission of wrongdoing. Everything is going according to your master plan, you'll say. Your plan, should one actually exist, isn't worth the children's colored wax it is written with.
No war can be won with a fool for a leader. I won't stick around to watch the faction flounder under your control.
Long live The Order, may you weather this storm so I can see you on the other side of this poor excuse for leadership.
- Selune Nailo, newly of the Free Folk