The Creep Cause

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[Disseminated throughout the Creep, Hasheema's Hope and the Gutters]

My name is Jerrod Felch, once Speaker for Kula. Now I speak for the Creep.

There is no freedom to be found by working within the confines of a corrupt system. There is no hope of prosperity or growth when the fields have been sowed with salt. There is no chance of meaningful change when the hulking weight of Baz'eel hangs heavy over our heads, oppressive and stifling.

To that end, the Creep offers you shelter and succor among the like-minded-- those who oppose, resist and defy the Sultanate and its tools among the Accord signatories. They will cry 'citizenship through service!' They will offer you gold and baubles in exchange for signing your freedoms away. They will tempt you with the illusion that you might better yourself if only you paint inside their lines. Do not listen to them.

"What is barren shall again be made whole.
What is parched shall be watered.
What is fallow shall be bounteous.
So shall the city be return'd to the earth."

Those who enter the Creep with violence in their hearts, those who have profited off of the pain of the common man, the criminal, the exile, the maligned, the unfortunate, the mad, those transformed by pain and misery...will find no welcome here and suffer the consequences of their actions. The Janissary, the bounty hunter, the politician driven by false promise and false witness, the murderers of the Banda Rossa whose bloody handiwork remains within these Gutters shall find no welcome here.

And to those of like mind, who reject the promise of Ephia's Well and would provide what they can for those who suffer beneath the Plaza-- seek out the Red League. They will bleed for the right to drink. Will you?