Post by Rook on Feb 25, 2015 2:15:41 GMT
Hand scribed flyers can be seen from time to time around the slum areas of Londinium.
Advertisements for work, events or even wanted posters are stuck to walls with paste. Rarely of any note or worth to the powerful in the city. To the people at the other end of the social spectrum they can be a welcome source of information.
A stranger new flyer has been inciting bit of talk… a new guild, Esotsm. System wise, they are certainly a guild, though that’s not the word the common folk use for it.
On a brisk day in February, over a year after the cataclysm they started gaining prominence by sharing their philosophy by street preaching.
A deep, rich voice well suited to public speaking caught the crowd’s attention. A man, an adventurer standing on a wooden crate was preaching. A small crowd had gathered to hear the man’s sales pitch.
At a distance you could only gather what the man said when he raised his voice to drive a point home. Otherwise the finer details were lost in the hububb of people living.
The preacher seemed to be reaching out to his audience, taking their questions and explaining. Something about a new beginning, a clean slate, a fresh start. Leaving the last world behind.
“And I say to you, what of it? Why not release that which brings pain to your heart? Each rebirth lets a piece of the burden slip away. Embrace the gift this world offers you. Release your past life and step forward to a new day, free of pain!”
The crowd is grew a little larger, mostly adventurers based on the diversity and outfits. The little group had grown and now there was a bit of a circle around the preacher as he spoke.
“Free your memories, let them mingle on the moon! One day, We’ll find a way back but today embrace the respite this world offers you. It’s not death, you’re being gradually reborn!”
Memory loss, they were talking about adventurer death. More than that they were encouraging adventurers to go out and die in order to forget. Certainly in the way they verbally positioned it it didn’t sound as bad as it used to. Surrender your inconvenient memories and have peace, it would only cost you most of your total memories.
And in the end, what then? Begin a life in this new world free of the burden of the last. Would it be so convenient.
“Let those who want to join our order step forward for baptism… do not be afraid. The believers are all around you, ready to support you in your journey!” The preacher continued. “Join our guild, or don’t we’ll support you either way.”
At the edge of the crowd, a young man and woman stand listening to the preacher.
Her focus is evident, he wants to leave but won’t let go of her hand that easily.
He whispers to her and makes to leave, she doesn’t move.
Word Count: 500
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