Previous Soapboxing:  The Rights of All and Opiate of the Masses
A winter wind blows through the streets of Gridania, leaves rustling and fluttering. Among the fallen leaves lie intruders, squares of cheap paper, imprinted with bold imflammatory print.
They sit stapled to trees and tied to posts, glued to walls and slowly disintegrating in woodland streams.Â
Near where they are most concentrated a woman's' voice can be heard, her words ringing out with fervor as most residents either avoid her, or call for the nearest wood wailer. She is short, for an Elezen, with jet black hair and violet eyes masked by slim glasses.Â
Somehow you have the misfortune of meeting her gaze, and she turns towards you holding out a flier.
"Ah! Comrade... ready to cast down these tyrants?"
A winter wind blows through the streets of Gridania, leaves rustling and fluttering. Among the fallen leaves lie intruders, squares of cheap paper, imprinted with bold imflammatory print.
Quote:MEN AND WOMEN OF THE SHROUD
YOU ARE SLAVES TO THE ELEMENTALS
DO NOT ACCEPT YOUR BONDAGE SO EASILY
ALL CHILDREN OF EORZEA DESERVE TO BE FREE
DO NOT BOW DOWN TO THE WRATH OF FALSE AND PETULANT GODS
RESIST THE ELEMENTALS!
CAST DOWN THE SEED SEERS!
CONTROL YOUR OWN DESTINY!
Fliers Printed under the Authority of the Eorzean Revolutionary Council Propoganda Action Committee.
Meetings Held Weekly, Time and Location to be Determined.
They sit stapled to trees and tied to posts, glued to walls and slowly disintegrating in woodland streams.Â
Near where they are most concentrated a woman's' voice can be heard, her words ringing out with fervor as most residents either avoid her, or call for the nearest wood wailer. She is short, for an Elezen, with jet black hair and violet eyes masked by slim glasses.Â
Somehow you have the misfortune of meeting her gaze, and she turns towards you holding out a flier.
"Ah! Comrade... ready to cast down these tyrants?"