Plaitime/Political flyers

Landing Flyers

Tallaeni (aka the Talon) presumably dropped off these political flyers in Wehnimer's Landing on behalf of Plaitime (aka the Fat Man, aka the Skinny Man):

Shared 03/19/23

In the Common language, it reads:

The Frontier has Death Speakers

It has come to our attention that citizens of the Landing are now able to communicate with the dead.  In recent paperwork scattered about the Landing, there are claims that our dearly departed, Lady Kasendra Malwind, would be weeping for the decisions that her sister-in-law makes.  Yet, this reporter has been informed that one of the last living conversations with the Great Lady Kasendra supported her sister-in-laws actions and tone.

Perhaps it is time the communities of the Landing should seek facts for their salvation instead of listening to a fortuneteller that is unable to predict the weather, let alone the thoughts of the dead.

Want to know more?  The Skinny Man (he told me I can't call him fat anymore) and his Talon will keep reporting as more stories unfold.

Shared 03/23/23

When is Aid Not Good Enough?

This reporter frequently finds herself listening to the cries of the few in the Frontier Town of the North.

Question: Why won't Vornavis send us Soldiers?
Answer:  Because they sent you three Heraldic Orders backed by the funding, training, and knowledge of Vornavis and the Northern Sentinnel.  Each member is worth ten soldiers.

Question: Why won't you give us aid to rebuild our homes?
Answer:  Maybe because you laughed at the Magister handing out crates when she told you that she was sending nails, joists, and blankets?

Question: When will you actually aid the Landing?
Answer: When haven't we aided the Landing?  Each and every drop of blood shed on your soil is aid.  Every ship that is shot down in your bay is the life of a sailor of Vornavis lost.

Maybe Vornavis and Solhaven should be asking their own questions.  Like, what will you do when you get your wish and Vornavis demands her Heraldic Orders stand down?  The Skinny Man and his Talon can't wait to see what questions you'll have next.

Shared 03/27/23

In the Common language, it reads:

Swords to Pow Shares

The callouses on an adventurers  hands are not from working the lands as a farmer, tradesmen, or crafter but from being hired swords by the Adventurer s Guild.  And they work hard for that coin.  Rescuing children, finding rare ingredients, and collecting items that our poor townsfolk have lost as they ran in fear from the dangers of their environs.  They work hard to keep the beasts at bay, and the truly dangerous things of our nightmares from hunting us.  We are grateful for adventures.

The callouses are hard earned but they are not earned by farming.
So when the North claims that Vornavis has  Fallow Fields  it makes us wonder if they ve ever put a field to bed for the winter.  Do they know what that looks like?  Do they understand the damage that trampling feet, tent stakes, and tented people cause to a farming field?  Do they understand the sacrifice that Vornavis and Solhaven take on for letting their winter fields be populated by refugees?

No, this report thinks they don t.  But when the North comes begging for aid back at Vornavis  Gates next fall and our fields couldn t be planted...  You know what they ll say?  Why doesn t Vornavis help us!

You know who won t be asking for help?  The citizens of Solhaven, Marshtown, the Northern Caravansary, and Vornavis.  You know why?  Because they know how to add holes to their belt loops.

Stay tuned for more of the Truth from the Skinny Man and his Talon.