Thread:HoundTheDestroyer93/@comment-25808351-20191211055508/@comment-27666783-20200103044900

Bertram hails to the Order, and if you'd ask him he'd say it is his home. But what he knows would sentence him for blasphemy, in unofficial mediums he is already sentenced to die by the Order. He knows this, yet he still hails from there, partially because he sorta understand why they would sentence him to death.

Bertram is looking for the brave and willing, to begin a community of sorts anew. Not necessarily a physical location or even an official organization, but a loose form of creed. Or perhaps he could find a way to bring them to a land where they can grow and prey upon those that prey upon others. He could not ask anything of them other than the hope of leveling the playing field. Not collectively, individually.

It is something the current Order would forsake, and Bertram knows that, he can only hope a day comes where the Order will listen. It is something that a few of his Inquisitor comrades, Scholars, Sorcerers, Priests, and Warriors all have come to share their thoughts. They know that piece by piece, the Order territories will fall to independance movements or worse; to the Succubus' Kaiserinreich. They realize that if something isn't done quick, the Order and possibly humanity with it, once undisputed ruler of the material world will be no more. The Great Reformation is something whispered in hovels and soot-smeared factories. Its siren call heard in underground poems and songs, printed by illegal presses anf flyers found on grimy basements of Hallowed floors. It is what is scribbled on the wall by vandals, disappearing in the night.

It is the chant of equality, the banner of the people, the holy call to egalitarian biology. Down with the Death God on her wound throne, down with the Rape God who calls us their own. Break the chains.

'''And just because he's human, he doesn't want a boot to his head. He wants no servant under him, nor master overhead.' ''