[Second Post]
Jarvis Pentaphraxis

[center]~ Address to the gathered crowds of peasants from up high on the family Keep balcony overlooking the slums ~[/center]

[b]People of Dakhen!
There are those whose only desire is to enslave you![/b]

[i][pauses as crowd yells its disapproval][/i]

[b]Will you be their willing, obedient biosynth abominations?[/b]

[i][pauses as crowd roars in anger][/i]

[b]The world you have long known ends here and now.[/b]

[i][brief silent pause][/i]

[b]We will create Dakhen anew!

No longer will capricious men holds the reigns of our lives!
Cast off the clinging chains that seek to bind you![/b]

[i][pause for raucous fanatical yelling to die down][/i]

[b]I now walk as one of you, barefoot, to the gates of the palace, and asketh of men within: 
"Do you take bread from the mouth of the hungry?"
"Do you tread on them as you would an insect?"
"Do you find pleasure in the suffering of our mother Dakhen?"

Their souls will suffice this day as a reckoner against them.[/b]

[i][crowd erupts in tumult and enthusiasm not see in such cowed people for many a generation][/i]