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Hearing their Cries
He had heard their cries. He was their protector after all. He did watch over them. The men, the brutes, had caused trouble for decades it seemed. Meeting with them in secret, the cloaked figure explained why they must leave, but yet they stayed. Watching as countless others came to persuade in much more violent ways. They were all stopped. His people fell before his eyes and the figure knew the beasts must be stopped.
As the sun rose over the horizon, countless men would wait expectantly for fights that would never come, and the cloaked figure alone would know why.
The figure in the cloak was inconsolable. How many people had died because of his slowness to act? Perhaps his age was growing on him he thought. Perhaps it may be time to take on a few friends. The figure sat numbly. Then as the realization dawned on him, he took out a piece of paper and wrote the folowing.
Kiwikeans.
Have you ever found the urge to fight against the evils of the world, yet lacked the strength or knowledge to do so? Do you feel like you should be protecting your world? Do you want to make a difference? Join us as we clean the world of impure people. Not through open displays of violence, but through words and the few small actions. We move through the shadows and are never seen, and keep the peace of Kiwike. We are Nameless. Any inquirys can be sent to my postbox near the inn.((forum pm in the form of a letter))
~A Friend
*you see this written on a flyer at the inn, and also have found the postbox*
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