Raventomb

[Style: Menacing, gravelly voice. The voice is a threat in itself.] "My, what an honor it is to have a spawn of the bear come to confront me," “Yet, I find myself wounded that your prodigal rust sniffer, that unshackled animal you call Andrew, unyielding Cayston, has not come himself to settle our little score." "Oh well, he'll die another day at the time of my choosing." "Cayston unyielding?!" “What does he know about being unyielding? I ask you, slaves to the raven and its puppets, what do nobles know about being unyielding? About hardship? About true struggle, hunger, want, and need? To know that what you want is forever kept away from you? The only thing they know how to do is to sit their fat, stinking asses on some couch worth more than what you'll earn in 10 years, and do nothing but smell their own farts and call them the most aromatic perfumes around” “What do they know about your pain? They shackle you from birth to obey their crumbling system imposed by some uppity son of a bitch thousands of years ago. They put themselves above you and sqaut down on your open mouths, demanding that you praise and give thanks for that oh so rich meal they dained themselves to give you all.” “You slaves, or do you prefer if I call you commoners? It doesn't matter. You're their slaves, happily dancing to their stupid songs while they take everything from you just to play their little games of power, prestige, honor, and glory." Honor and glory” “What a stupid joke. What frivolous delusion. They shout their glories gained by spilling your blood, by sacrificing your lives as nothing more than commodities, useless, expendable things that belong to them, not to you. What is that if not a true slave?” [Friendly sounding voice] “ I tell you all, slaves to the raven, servants of the bear, blinded free men and women living under the gentle tyranny of the Astors, that there is a better way. Join me. Raise your weapons against your so-called noble superiors, those who have done nothing for you. I've come not as an invader, but as a liberator of those valiant enough to seize the chance to earn true freedom and taste it for the first time.” I'm not a pirate. I'm not a slaver. I'm not a petty conqueror. And I'm most certainly not a blue blood.” [Powerful Voice] “I'm Ezket Raven Tomb Adante! I was a slave to the Raven just like you until I grabbed my destiny with my own hands. Now I am the tombstone of the Raven and its lap dogs.” “I am Raven Tomb!” “Join me and you will be truly free!”