GM SilentSage |
"It all began around 7 days after the fires. While there were numerous other protests beforehand, this one was the important for Three reasons. One: It was the biggest organized movement so far, one that couldn't be simply pushed aside by the dotari. Two: It was happening in Aria Park, right outside of Kintargo Opera House. That's the building Barzalli seized to become his personal abode in the city, so he'd have listen to their cries for freedom whether he wanted to or not. Three: It was the first known instance of the city's future saviors gathering together in a single spot."
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Even with the cobblestones of Argent Avenue and the foliage of Aria Park still wet from the morning’s light rain, dozens of Kintargans have gathered along the facade of the opera house to protest the city’s new lord-mayor, Paracount Barzillai Thrune. The city’s new leader was appointed by Her Infernal Majestrix, Queen Abrogail II, in the wake of the previous lord-mayor’s sudden flight from the city—an event that still has local rumormongers whispering furiously. In a scant seven days, Paracount Thrune has instituted martial law, a curfew, and seven outlandish and polarizing proclamations. These actions and more have called many of Kintargo’s dissatisfied citizens here on this overcast morn. There’s been no sign yet of Barzillai Thrune himself, and the opera house’s doors remain tightly closed—as they have since the man chose the landmark as his new home—but judging by the growing sound of the protesters, he surely can’t ignore the scene on the streets below much longer.
All around, different groups of different people screamed and shouted, coming together in a cacophony of chaos in an effort to make their voices heard, their opinions known, their points of view expressed.
"Hell no! Thrune must go! Go back home!" Cried the local partisans, their intent made clear.
"No new taxes! No new taxes!" Whined a gathering of both wealthy merchants and local businessmen, seeking to undo what Barzalli has done to their business.
"What do we want!? Elections! When do we want them!? Now!" Called the advocates, wanting democracy to win out.
"Rise up! Resist! Rise up! Resist!" Spurned the anarchists, trying to goad the crowd into a riot.
"Hell is here to stay! Thrune will lead the way!" Shouted the loyalists, approving of Cheliax's attempt to curb the city's rebel spirit.
While the new Lord-Mayor himself had yet to make an appearance, at least a dozen nervous and edgy dotarri along with a scowling, fiendish-looking human stood in front of the entrance to the building, preventing anyone from entry or approach.
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