Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-27666783-20191117034551

(@BTR180)

"Listen to me mate, the Omnipotence is a lie, the Chief God is a liar." Bertram stammers, "I'm not…" He takes a deep breath. "There is work underway, with like-minded people, to bring about a reformation. A change in the direction this war is going, a brotherhood of understanding, of hope and solidarity. To both produce warriors capable of hunting the foe, and peace lovers that know which ones are our foes." He haphhazardly takes a swig from his stein peering to the automaton and across the room, "Do you know the truth, brother? The Blasphemous Truth? Where heroes are imbued with their power? Its the kind of thing that one is not supposed to know, but we Inquistors… we have to know. To keep the lie."

Bertram retrieves a small paper strip from his pocket and inserts it into his Brandy. He retrieves it quickly. "Forgive me for my intrusion, but I come here not to be your challenger, I don't wish for your titles. I come to spread the message, to seek your help. For the sake of our race." His eyes peer to the the paper strip, having turned a putrid black upon contact with the Brandy. "Oh dear."