Whilst you sit secure in your warm and comfortable stronghold, basking in the glow of your forge. I invite you to take a moment out to consider those less fortunate than yourselves; those who have no welcoming factionmates awaiting after a hard day out hunting; those who have to hide out alone in desolate warehouses, hoping that that scratching at the door isn't a revenant looking for an easy kill; those who have been overtaken by the excesses of our modern society and have fallen by the wayside.
I am talking, of course, about the Warseers.
How can you watch in silence whilst as we speak, poor bedraggled Warseers are huddling together for warmth, too paralysed by fear to set down a stronghold and murmuring deliriously "The Duck are coming...the Duck are coming..."? How can you stand idly by as after being on the receiving end of just a few raids a faction is forced into such a desperate plight?
So please, help the Warseers. Hand them a towel or a spare change of clothes if you see them out on the streets. Spare them a hand when they come begging at your door in the wake of a failed raid, pleading for any assistance you can muster just so they can have the satisfaction of their raid succeeding, in a manner of speaking. Responsible factions like the GMT Breakfast Club have already acted, but many more who remain indifferent must join the cause if the Warseers are ever to be truly reintegrated into society.