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Job #512: For consistency with Book Footer
{{Lore Book
|ON=1
|description=Jingoistic pamphlet condemning Queen Ayrenn and her allies
}}
Good {{Lore Link|mer}}, you know why to don the {{Lore Link|Veiled Heritance|Veil}}. You know in your heart the danger facing the {{Lore Link|Summerset Isles|Isles}}. We have been betrayed.
Our leaders now bend knee to a {{Lore Link|Ayrenn|wastrel child}}. A Queen of {{Lore Link|Khajiit|cats}} and {{Lore Link|Bosmer|midgets}}. An adventurer given the throne by an accident of blood. A wench more fit for a cup house than a throne room.
These are our lands! The {{Lore Link|Altmer|High Elf}}, the legacy of the {{Lore Link|Aldmer}}i people, now must sit idle beneath the blooms. We must watch as flea-bitten mongrels from {{Lore Link|Elsweyr|the steppes}} cavort in public like mer. We must listen as the animal tongue of {{Lore Link|Valenwood|the wood}} is spoken in our streets.
We did not seek, nor did we provoke, this assault on our way of life. We did not expect, nor did we invite this confrontation. The true measure of a people's strength is how they rise to master the moment when it comes upon them.
Master the moment, mer of {{Lore Link|Auridon}}. Don the Veil! Rise up against this Queen, against her {{Lore Link|Aldmeri Dominion|Dominion}}. And retake the Summerset Isles!
{{Book End}}
|ON=1
|description=Jingoistic pamphlet condemning Queen Ayrenn and her allies
}}
Good {{Lore Link|mer}}, you know why to don the {{Lore Link|Veiled Heritance|Veil}}. You know in your heart the danger facing the {{Lore Link|Summerset Isles|Isles}}. We have been betrayed.
Our leaders now bend knee to a {{Lore Link|Ayrenn|wastrel child}}. A Queen of {{Lore Link|Khajiit|cats}} and {{Lore Link|Bosmer|midgets}}. An adventurer given the throne by an accident of blood. A wench more fit for a cup house than a throne room.
These are our lands! The {{Lore Link|Altmer|High Elf}}, the legacy of the {{Lore Link|Aldmer}}i people, now must sit idle beneath the blooms. We must watch as flea-bitten mongrels from {{Lore Link|Elsweyr|the steppes}} cavort in public like mer. We must listen as the animal tongue of {{Lore Link|Valenwood|the wood}} is spoken in our streets.
We did not seek, nor did we provoke, this assault on our way of life. We did not expect, nor did we invite this confrontation. The true measure of a people's strength is how they rise to master the moment when it comes upon them.
Master the moment, mer of {{Lore Link|Auridon}}. Don the Veil! Rise up against this Queen, against her {{Lore Link|Aldmeri Dominion|Dominion}}. And retake the Summerset Isles!
{{Book End}}