*A poster is placed on the noticeboard of all taverns in Minas Tirith*
People of Gondor, and beyond
Some of you know who I am, though most do not. With the War going on I am sure most of you have better things to do than listen to the words of a 'criminal'. Though a criminal I am not, for I seek to spread word of what is happening not on the main frontier of the battle, but a small cradle of it. This small cradle is known as Karthmere.
To the few who have rallied against me under the circumstances that I am a murderer, usurper and deserter, although you may be offended by anything that comes out of my mouth, let alone an accusation: you are liars. Or rather, you were lied to, henceforth you spread said lies to gather more to attempt to quicken my execution or imprisonment, as it seems. Though due to the war I doubt that it would be the latter.
My message is simply this; the Knights of Winterhelm were formed by House Wintermoore, and I am sure that you know they oppose me in every way. Do not forget, that it was Gondor's troops that fought them on the Lossarnach. Do not forget that it was Eodain and his son, "Eorl" Aegar, who refused Gondor, and it was Agravain Falheim whom returned the lands back to Gondor.
Do not forget that it was we, loyal servants of the Fiefdom of Gondor and the free peoples, who reported the formation of the Blood Arbiters, and we then defended the walls of Karthmere with troops from Pelargir against those evil men, led by Davind Redweller, who I daresay deserved the righteous execution in which I granted, for rebelling against House Falheim and therefore Gondor.
Do not forget it was House Wintermoore that slain men of Rohan and Gondor to retake Karthmere from our control, and it was they who exiled those loyal to you. The people.
Do not be fooled by the poisonous words of a fake noble who only sided with you so he could slay me and remove all opposition. Although I may not be of noble blood, my title was granted to me by my men, by those of my order, and by my father, and by my people. If you wish to side with such tyrants, farewell, but know that you shall fall beside them, and from the ashes of your defeat shall rise the red eagle of the Redhall!
I dare say no more, for my point is proven. Choose your sides wisely. Let me be the victor on my frontier, so that I may continue the battle on your frontier. This I vow I will do.
Do not forget.
For the Redhall.
- Ortellus Falheim
