2017-12-10: A Fateful Proclamation

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  • Cutscene: A Fateful Proclamation
  • Cast: Riesenlied
  • Where: Wayside
  • Date: 10th December 2017
  • Summary: In the wake of the fateful battle underneath Wayside, Riesenlied finally unveils the pact she has bound herself to with Equites, and readies herself for the fallout... and sets her sights on the future.


In the wake of the climactic battle underneath Wayside, a podium has been set in the centre of the village. The villagers have gathered, in their various shapes and sizes. Restless rumours have perpetuated around the town, spread both from what has happened and what has come before.

But now, it was time to put aside rumour and shine light to fact. And it is for that reason that Riesenlied stands, still bandaged from her wounds, her capelet fluttering in the wind.

"People of Wayside, heed my words."

"Many of you have heard whisper and rumour about our position against the rest of our brethren. That we oppose the resurrection of Mother; that we go against Lord Siegfried's words. That we collaborate with our 'enemies', the humans, the Guardians, the Elw."

Her lips thin as she steels her resolve.

"I speak to you to clarify our stance on the matter."

"After the assault at Adlehyde, I stood witness to the first awakening of Mother. And I heard her voice... it is wrothful, and full of anger. A voice that truly rattled me to my core. A voice that confirms the auspices of Lord Siegfried's doctrine of continuing the thousand-year war that has consumed us."

She gestures to herself, her voice softening in tone slightly.

"At the Aveh Desert, I entered the Temple in the auspice of communication. And the Guardian there has shown me that they are willing to listen. He beseeches us to be more than they perceive us to be -- to not be mere tools of war, to be killers alone. And Wayside is the fruit of our labour, the proof of all our doing."

"We have the truth of a thousand years to seek -- the truth of what truly transpired between our ancestors and Filgaia. It is our collective duty to reveal this truth, lest we perpetuate assumptions and misunderstandings that have allowed a thousand-year wound to fester and poison our culture."

"I have the belief that we are can be more than we are -- we can reject labels like 'Metal Demon', and we can reject the centuries-long myths and fears of our race as killers and marauders, the same myths that have perpetuated a fear of ARMs and technology in Filgaia."

"We shall not be complacent. Do not mistake peace and coexistence for idleness. Where you hone your martial discipline, your craft, it will be in the rigour of your own excellence, in the pursuit of learning, and the defence of our own kind. A defence against the threats that shake the only homeland we now know -- Filgaia."

Her eyes cast more softly towards a band of folks that have naturally gathered to one side -- the Tainted who were soldiers, rather than the imperfect born centuries ago.

"Some of you have joined us under vastly different auspices, and I understand that. You were wounded in battles prior -- in Adlehyde, in Old Petra, and in the Aveh Desert. I urge you to give my words thought. And if at that conclusion, you are unable to reconcile my words with your feelings..."

"If the Photosphere and Mother is where you still feel you belong... then so be it. And I apologise, from the bottom of my heart, that I could not deliver you this news more swiftly."

"There are others that will set out to the desert alongside you. We will provide basic supplies for your survival. We shall not attack you. You shall be free to leave."

There's rumblings and whispers, uneasy and agitated, as she allows for the pause in her speech. But she raises her voice, as she looks up and holds the banner of her people proud and high.

"But know this, everyone."

"My faith ultimately rests with the future of the Hyadean people. Every single one -- Tainted and otherwise. To this end, my resolve shall never falter. My service in the name our existence shall never stop. There is hope for us -- a hope for collaboration, for coexistence."

The banner is thrust high into the air, where it is carried by the winds of the Badland.

"Let us seek the new world -- a world where we can all flourish!"