(anonymous) the piazza, once the attack on the city is over and the looting begins

[elfuego]

A Concerned Citizen
Speaking Only Their Truth and Their Wisdom
Humbly Puts before the Piazza:

The people of Taravast must remember who it is that works against them. There is no honor in stealing from one another while those whose actions caused this situation sit by in relative comfort.

Where were our leaders when our city was under siege?

When her people needed them, those who rule Taravast turned a blind eye to the violence, suffering, and death of those they hold power over and hid like frightened children behind a wall of witches who should have been defending this city's people instead of protecting the gutless nobility.

Innocent people have died and have had their lives and livelihoods destroyed because of the false belief that the leaders of Taravast would protect them.

The time to help one another and be unified is now.

The people of Taravast deserve answers and restitution for the pain and suffering the honorless cowards in power have subjected them to!

We must stand together and stop taking from those who have nothing to give. Do not give the nobility another reason to act as though you are beneath them. You are what makes this city great, not them.

May All Good People Hear, May All Good People Know!

video — un: vast & furious.

[valeas]

( Last Emilia di Carlo was seen, she rode a thestral into the dark of night, with flowers burning in her hair and fury blazing in her eyes. Tonight, she looks somber and composed, her resolve no less steely for it. She sits at her desk, hair half braided into a coronet and the other half down in loose waves.

She's dressed practically, unlike when they're conforming to the city's fashions. )

I've gathered some donations from the nobility.

( Influence with the gentry (and their connections) helps, as does rich guilt. Emilia still takes great issue with everyone else being left to fend for themselves during the siege, but she decided to channel that anger into something productive. People need resources, not the consequences of her temper.

She'll need remember to do so on behalf of Vannozza. The siege doesn't, unfortunately, put an end to why they're here. )

I invite anyone that would like to help with its distribution to join me. Furthermore —

( Her brow furrows at the sudden commotion outside. The desk is close enough to the balcony that anyone who's decided to listen in is privy, as well. Much like the chimney debacle, really, except these are no protesters. No, these are two gentlemen suitors. And they bring ... poetry?

( We ride at dawn. )