(The following dreaming heard across Gavaria)
To the Livestock of the Gavarian Peninsula,
Many of you know me as the generous philanthropist Clarissa Bancroft, former Baroness of Fluga. All of you know me as The Strigoi Queen. The latter is all that matters.
The precious heroes of Atupal may have sealed me within my home, but that won’t last, the same way your current way of life won’t last.
I am giving you cattle a choice. Raise your weapons and spells against my children and you will be deemed tainted meat and put down like any disease ridden animal. Or continue to roam freely, being an occasional meal for my children. Know that option 2 does not result in your death. Quite the opposite. You will be well cared for, well fed and given free range for as long as you behave.
I do not seek your death. I seek your co-existence the same way the Rycenians and Strigoi existed, except with The Strigoi as your ranchers.
I offer peace. It’s up to you whether you extend your sword, or your neck.
-Clarissa Bancroft
To the Livestock of the Gavarian Peninsula,
Many of you know me as the generous philanthropist Clarissa Bancroft, former Baroness of Fluga. All of you know me as The Strigoi Queen. The latter is all that matters.
The precious heroes of Atupal may have sealed me within my home, but that won’t last, the same way your current way of life won’t last.
I am giving you cattle a choice. Raise your weapons and spells against my children and you will be deemed tainted meat and put down like any disease ridden animal. Or continue to roam freely, being an occasional meal for my children. Know that option 2 does not result in your death. Quite the opposite. You will be well cared for, well fed and given free range for as long as you behave.
I do not seek your death. I seek your co-existence the same way the Rycenians and Strigoi existed, except with The Strigoi as your ranchers.
I offer peace. It’s up to you whether you extend your sword, or your neck.
-Clarissa Bancroft