A Worn Pamphlet, Page 1
The Garlean Empire, is your enemy. They will steal your freedom, ravage your women, and crush you under their boots. Any voice of dissent, any small freedom stripped, and your children brainwashed.
This, is the lies your leaders spew forth at you. A warning of the ‘evil’ of the Garlean Empire, and reasons as to -why- you should fight against them to your final breath. Why mothers should cheer as husbands and sons march off to war, why they should hold their head up with pride when the only memento of them they are returned, is a letter saying in what worn battleground they died.
“Look To Ala Mhigo!” Their voices will shout, gesturing to the throngs of refugees that crowd your streets. The refugees themselves starving, or being used for little better than slaves, or fodder for the gladiatorial pits. “Look at these proud refugees! How they lost their home, and have been forced into such dire straights because of the Empire!” Their tears welling in their eyes, as the Monetarists’ lackies thrust those refugees whom can work into mines, laughing as they serve them piss and hard tack for food, and a single gil for a days work.
“Look at how their soldiers have taken our women!” The cries of anger from your crowds rising, as the screams of a port town in a Garlean province fill the air. Limsan Pirates, sanctioned by the state pouring out of their vessels, to soak the ground in the blood of the ‘enemy’… Women captured, ravaged and spoiled, before finding themselves tied upon the ship as the men ‘enjoy’ them, before selling them to a pleasure barge when they grow bored.
“How cruel they are to the world! Stripping it’s resources to build machines of war, and cities of steel!” The Seedseer cries out, the refugees denied from her lands at the behest of ‘elementals’, as the Hyur, Elezen and Miqo’te bow before this ruling race, that threatens them with the very elements should they step out of line. This race that values the lives of their citizens less than a single shrubbery. This race that would have all of their citizens live at the -mercy- of plants, instead of overcoming it, and achieving greatness!
“The Empire will strip you of your freedoms!” They cry in unison, as the Brass Blades cut the throats of those they swore to protect… The Yellow Jackets turn a blind eye to the fights in their very street, and the Wood Wailers concern themselves more with poachers, than crimes against their people. “Your freedom to speak, stripped!” Their heads bow in shame, as the dissenters among you are dragged into the alleys, or into trial for ‘crimes against the state’.
The Empire, is not perfect. We do not offer you pure freedom, or a life of luxury… No. What we do offer however, is -peace- within our provinces. We offer order. PROTECTION against those primals your leaders -ALLOW- the beast tribes to summon, before crying to the Warrior of Light to save them from their folly. We offer you -FOOD- and work for -ALL-, so no man or woman needs to starve upon the street… A home, while not grand, will protect you. A purpose, will guide you, and -peace- will flourish.
“What of Doma!? What of how you put them to heel?!” The voices ring true from among your mind, and we bow our head… Doma, was unfortunate. But, they forced a war upon the Empire. They took the offer of hospitality, the kindness of bringing them into the fold, and spat in our face. They chose, to fight as warriors against the Empire… And so, the Empire treated them as Warriors.
TO YOU, THE PEOPLE OF EORZEA, I BEG YOU TO HEAR ME, AND LISTEN WELL TO MY WORDS. ONE BROKEN LEGION, NEARLY CLAIMED YOUR LANDS. YOU NOW MOBILIZE TO GO TO WAR WITH A STRONG, FRESH LEGION READY TO REPULSE YOU. READY TO RETURN THOSE YOU SEND TO THEM, IN PINE BOXES.
I BEG YOU, NOT FOR THE EMPIRE’S SAKE, BUT FOR YOUR OWN, TO CRY OUT TO YOUR LEADERS. TO RALLY BEFORE THEM, AND SUFFER THEIR ANGER SO THAT THEY MAY LEARN… ONLY TWO OPTIONS ARE LAID BEFORE THOSE WHOM RAISE THEIR VOICES AGAINST THE EMPIRE.
DEATH. OR SURRENDER.
CHOOSE THE ONE THAT WILL GIVE UNTO YOU BOONS, THAT WILL PROGRESS SOCIETY, AND SEE US CLAIM THIS LAND. THAT WILL ALLOW THE BEAST TRIBES TO BE SILENCED, AND THEIR PRIMALS FORGOTTEN. BEG YOUR LEADERS…
… FOR PEACE.