Children of the Water.

My name is Catabasian Faulkner, Prophet of the River.

And I bear you a message from the twin mouths of the trawler man.

You have heard the lies from the mouths of the lawful authority since their war began.

They proclaim every lucky victory in ordained triumph. They purge the records of each defeat.

They say that they are winning their war against the lingers straits, even as their falls carry

them closer to the precipice. There will be drafts. There will be raids. We must all be vigilant, and we must find our safety

in each other. The old hiding places are waiting for you, if you wish to come and join us.

You might have heard, too, the demonstrably false rumors

that there are those amongst our leadership

who have been seeking to turn us over to the mercy of the legislatures.

And while I'm certain that there is no truth to these stories,

I requested a meeting with Catabasian's council

to settle the matter once and for all.

And I'm glad to say they have generously granted my request.

Continue to pray.

Make your sacrifices of tide and flesh where you can.

Trust no voice of authority but the one that comes rippling up from the deep water.

And to our brethren upriver, keep a close watch for the government assassin who murdered Catabasian Mason.

Watch for her at night are in the shadows of the water, allow her no place of refuge,

give her no chance to flee or hide from the trawler man's wrath.

The guilty shall have their drowning end.

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