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The following are favored songs and sayings among the Resistance of Solstistalis and set the tone for a very important aspect of my proposed game.. They can often be seen
inscribed on strategic walls for corrupt officials and suspected informants to 'enjoy.'
You drink the water and eat our food. You cook with fire and drink our blood.
Listen deep inside you and you will hear the truth: When you Take me my death curse has already been given
The Locusts will fly free!
[This is both chanted and written. The Locusts are a resistance group.]
Fly, my hope, fly!
My wails of suffering,
My cries of pain,
Cannot contain you any longer.
Fly free, my hope, fly free!
[A song with many, many versions]
The locusts will descend upon you from the sky,
strip the flesh from your bones
and feast upon your souls.
We will dance with joy in the streets
as water falls from the sky.
[Composed by a renowned anonymous resistance poet.]
The scarab rolls dung not water.
[The scarab beetle is an important Water Caste symbol]
-------------------------------------- Not even the Water Caste can ignore that many people were reduced to eating locusts after the
last plague. There was nothing else to eat. There were so many locusts this time that they clogged the pipes
for the water ration which is how people get paid. Everyone knows that the blood payments and those Taken by the Water Caste did nothing. Is it any wonder that tapping much like the
locust's hum can be heard in the souks when anyone from the Water Caste walks near?
----------------------------------- More then 800 years ago the sky was filled with many things that flew. When the most powerful one of these
was killed the land was cursed. Today nothing flies. There are no birds, no bees, not even bats. And only
locusts retain vestigial wings. For now locusts leap, and with the proper wind they out distance even arrows. It
is now being said that in swarms, locusts leap off of the backs of the ones in front of them and go even
farther. Perhaps the Water Caste should take note.
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