ThatDudeOverThere

When we came, we came with open hearts and joyous tongues.
We were welcomed, but with closed arms and scattered iron shavings in the dirt.
We contributed, we planted, with smith'd, we harvested, we forged, we sold, we celebrated.
Then their two tyrants came. At first, we accepted them in good faith. We were guests trying to become members.
The tyrants went to work. With demeanours unstable and warhammers unfurled, we first watched as they crushed the hands of those who came before in front of us.

We froze. We relaxed. Then one day the tyrants reminded us they were in control, and sought capitulation. Like Uti'd, we exposed our side. And for a while, they took it as a show of sublimation.
We talked, we argued, we talked, we voted, we talked
And as we talked, one of the Tyrants, while letting all know who was in control, killed one of our own

The talking ceased, the planting ceased, the smithing ceased.
We had gone through this before, we refused to be like Tu'in on the coast
We did not choose surrender
We did not choose war
We simply picked up what we could carry and left.

We choose the desert to the wrath of their insane judges
We choose the sands to the injustice of those without checks
We choose the hot winds, blistering our blue scales, then stay another moment on that interior rolling coast.

It is my only hope that this message reaches you Trx-Un. Do not seek us. If we find safe harbor, I will send one of the seven winged rogats to summon you.

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