My siblings, my brothers and sisters,
You know me as Hwârvahr, sister of the Gunpowder Eucharist. In the battles I fought with you, for Yoni I wept with you, against the Jurors I killed with you.
I come from the inner provinces of the Guarded Domains, which you know as the distant land of Asharei, my rites are not your rites and your rites are not my rites. My language is not your language, my clothes are not your clothes, my kin is not your kin. Yet, from the plains of Kutan to the streets of Nachivan I have been with you, I have learned your language, though its guttural consonants, nasal vowels and many stops and starts were initially hard on my tongue and mouth.
When the Jurors of Sword-Altar fired upon us, I composed in my tradition but your tongue, a poem. It was not the best poem, but it spoke as no mere words or sentences could, the feelings of our violence and our anger. You may ask why I stand here before you today to plead with you, my siblings, brothers and sisters, and the answer is simple.
Though I daub my cheeks with the red gunpowder of the Gunpowder Eucharist, it was my salvation that the bureaucracy of this country is so miserably underdevelope. It was my salvation that I was simply thrown in with you, and came to join you and become as you, it was my salvation that no Vicar of Kutan forced upon my head the wide-brimmed witch's hat. By those events, I was saved, but I beg you now, to look around Nachivan.
See the Yuhwan gunners; did they not bleed and scream in pain at the Mushad Bridge? See the Kokabi washerwomen; did they not take up bricks and glass to throw at the Sword-Altar thugs? Everywhere you stand, everywhere we celebrate our victory, you stand side by side with brave comrades who fought and bled, each and every one, for the exaltation of the soul and the severing of chains. And I submit now, to your attention, my brethren, that though we are all bound by chains, should we not do our best to lift from our brave comrades, of whom I very well could have been one of many, this meagre chain around their necks?
[X] Expand the rites of witches and end their persecution! [Medium].
