Placards have begun to appear in Cordor square from time to time, bearing the following lengthy inscription:

Amia, it's time to listen -
Drop your plough and stop your fishin'!
Had enough of pain and strife?
Now's the time to change your life.

Come now, tell me, don't you tire
Of battle, death and war and fire?
Of Cyric's madness, fear of Bane,
Lolthite torture, Sharran pain?

But why, you ask, are you afflicted?
I tell you, friends, you are addicted
To lust for power, coin and fame
Which draws like moths unto a flame.

It's not so much the common folk
(Who bear their burden's heavy yoke)
But history has demonstrated
Adventurers are never sated.

Know ye, 'tis the quest for power -
To slay the spider in her bower
Or subjugate the orcish tribes -
That eats away at your insides.

So ye who delve in dungeons deep
Think of those at home, asleep -
Of townsman, merchant, clerk or midwife -
Without whom you'd have no life.

For they just want to carry on,
To rise and greet another dawn.
Believe or not, they feel no lack
Not fearing enemy attack.

You face the foes they cannot meet
But duty is a two-way street;
Don't overdo and draw the ire
Of enemies' returning fire.

For naught is wrong with self-defence
But please! don't make life so intense;
I tell you, watch what you are doin'
When you invoke that Greater Ruin!

Else tit-for-tat one-upmanship
Will find you buried to the hip
In plots of vengeance complicated
From which you can't be extricated.

Then each attack provokes another,
Pitting brother versus brother,
Each striving for the upper hand
Without regard for fellow man.

Now those who seek to be divisive
Will justly meet with jeers derisive,
For honest toil they do shirk
And seek the prize without the work.

A wall is stronger when it's mortared,
An army when it is supported,
But those who strive alone for riches
Will find that they have burned their bridges.

You take that road, you cannot stop -
There's only one guy at the top -
So you must climb with greater haste
Or find a foot upon your face.

They try to take what you possess
By threat or fear or by duress,
And if they fail, why then, of course,
They'll do their best to take by force.

But though it's true they have the might,
Their power stems from naught but spite.
Reject the way of those who seek
To take your joy, from greed or pique,

And turn from evil hearts so hollow
For where you go they cannot follow;
You are rich because you feel
And that is what they cannot steal.

So don't give in to threat of terror
(To do so is to live in error)
But rather try to work together -
Let loose your love, don't bind and tether!

I tell you, it's a simple plan:
Just reach out and extend a hand
And give of what you can afford -
In love you will reap your reward.

So gather 'round, my friends and neighbours
And put away those mauls and sabers!
The way of peace is no disgrace
And makes our land a better place.

Band together, stand as one -
Live life freely, join the fun!
Share the efforts and the pains -
In this way, everybody gains!

It's you who'll make the difference -
Now isn't that just common sense?
Help us create this paradise -
All you need do is just... be nice!

_________________

~Sharess on AmiaWiki~
Priestess, politician, prostitute
"[They] were moving in on me like Sharessans on a new broad in the bath house" - Tracer Bolt
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