Player: James I
Email: servant_of_the_most_high@disjunction.chaosdeathfish.com
A follower of the Radiant Sun of Astudan, this solitary individual appears in towns and cities in the way of Astudan's slow progress, acting as something of an unofficial envoy of the Silvered Gates. He stays a while, sits in the back corners of taverns, discusses news, politics and vague philosophy, and then leaves back to the ever-crawling city, paying no attention to any pilgrims that follow. The towns he leaves behind, threatened by the encroachment of the Watchers upon their lands as they are, do not tend to notice the fall in crime rate that follows his visits.
The Omniscribe gathered a great deal of information, and when the world was rebuilt it took a great amount of effort to copy it out in legible form, filling hundreds of libraries. As one scribe worked to file away reports, one caught his eye…
Being a full record of the Case of the Bloody Handed Priest, by Inspector Woodward
“As a student of the ways of crime, I have seen many terrible things. Evils beyond the minds' comprehension. Vile monsters greater than a storyteller's darkest imaginings. But little I have seen has matched up to the tale of that bloody handed priest, the Servant of the Most High, and the Annual of murderers and assassins. His victims, and the victims of his colleagues are a long list: Corin the Healer, the Leveller, the Master of Pieties, the Empress Abena, and many more….
I had first met the Servant, as he calls himself, during a convocation at….
…
And so the Servant was at last cornered. The Lord of Whispers would answer him no more. He had no friends left. Surrounded by foes, he fought, as animals would fight, desperately for his survival. Like a wild animal, he brought swift and painful death to many of his pursuers.
But justice would at last no longer be denied. At the end, he fell. His death was especially gruesome, cut up into thousands of pieces by an unholy piece of horological engineering. Did he regret his deeds over that last moment? Did he reflect on how his victims would have felt.
No one would know. A nightmare has ended, one the world shall try its hardest to forget.
CASE CLOSED.”
A flash of outrage crossed the scholar's eyes. The greatest monster that ever walked the world? Well, that sounded like a challenge. Now he thought about it, he had all that hunting equipment back home, and his supervisor was always so arrogant… He shoved the report into his robes for further inspiration, and whistling set back to work.