To be honest with you, visitor… our kingdom has been suffering for the past five years. We’ve been helpless, beaten down, and starving. Many have died from hunger… others from illness. Just yesterday, I held a baby boy as he held his last breath. *cries* My father, the king, was taken and now lives under someone else’s control. It pains his heart that he cannot do more for his people. One act of rebellion and all Qarameshians will die. Just the thought of my people continuing to suffer like this… I can’t take it anymore. Please, I’m begging you. Please help me. Please help us. I’ll do whatever it takes. All I’ve ever wanted is to see my people fed again… to hear the laughter of children in the streets… and to see my father free.
/join Oasis
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