In various locations, anonymous posters are scattered about the island of Amia in the most populated of towns and cities; citizens of Kampo's, Cordor, Bendir Dale, Kohlingen, Wharftown, and Winya would see it in passing.





Below the poster would be a note that clarified the words written upon it; it would read:

Everyone cowers beneath them. Flees when they near. We need not to do this any longer. We may not be able to take them on our own, but together we weave a different story. Fire is seldom used to fight against its own element; neither is violence. We cannot stand by and let them strip and whip us in the middle of town. Kidnap us from our homes and torture us when we do not act as they see it fit. In the same way, we do not have to come against them with bloodshed. We all know what they are capable of. But what exactly can we be capable of, together?

The note would be left unsigned, the indication of its author nonexistent.

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