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"In blood ye were born, and in blood so shall ye die,
for blood is the way of the world. It is life, sprung
forth from the Master's veins, so honor, ye, the blood
above all else." -The Book of Dagusha
It seems word of my new accommodations has been getting around.
Someone was waiting for me there the other night, and the usual
ace up my sleeve didn't have the desired effect. The
other "guests" here at least had some useful information.
It seems I've become a tenant of a new group of fanatics
calling themselves the Brotherhood of the Raven, and
if what I hear is true, I could end up liking these
guys even less than the Mechanists. Word has it we'll
all be thrown into a huge arena and made to fight to
the death before a thousand spectators. Needless to
say, I don't plan on being around for the opening ceremonies.
I must be some distance from the city, since no one
seems to know who I am around here, which is good.
That guard with the key walks a little too close to
the cell for his own good, I'd better relieve him of
it before something evil befalls him, and make my exit
while I'm at it. But given the circumstances, my task
isn't as simple as merely escaping. The Hammerites
only wanted me in prison, and the Mechanists only wanted
me dead, but this "Brotherhood" wants to make sport
out of me, and worse, wants to make money from it.
I'll need to find out who did this to me, and then
make them regret it. No one makes a patsy out of me.