Once the contract was signed, Jeolas was given a badge that would make sure everyone knew hos position as an ally of the Margans and the Mummies. After that, he went to his people and announced that they would be continuing their journey.

  Their next goal was a Margan outpost to the north east of their current situation, where they would learn the attack plans, and see where they could come in to help the war efforts.

  Some remained in the city, their new Job a dream come true as they relaxed in the dark and damp sewers, the others marched out.

  "Sir, do you trust these people to hold their promises?" Paladin asked, his armor silent as the plates moved to accomodate his movements.

  "No, but they won't directly open hostilities against us and, if we do a good enough job, they will grow at least partially dependant on us. We only need to convince a few of our men to stay in each of their sewers. We have allies in Furchenstein, a land full of green."

  He answered, prompting Dorias, the most prominent of his doubters, to immediate questions.

  "Why would you ally yourself with them if you don't trust them? That sounds like a rsther stupid move."

  While it almost prompted Paladin to draw his rapier, Jeolas smiled.

  "It is important to embrace your friends, but it is vital that your enemies remain within melee range. Keep them on a leash to ensure they don't do anything you can'treact to in time. If we reach Furchenstein, we will have a lot easier time preparing. There are organisations that will help us, but we need to find someone on our way there, and that someone is probably in the Margan army, or at least close to their camp, if my previous experiences did not trick me. Once we manage those two steps, our station is certain and we need to focus on the destruction of that wananbe sacret kingdom. Once we conclude that, we can focus entirely on the purge of the lands our allies control. An event during which most of them will probably turn on us. I can't tell you the entire plan just yet, but you can trust me that this world will be free of corruption, and don't fear, everyone that participated will be rewarded handsomely, and those who don't shall suffer the consequences of standing in our way. I promise that every sewer will be our base of operations, an entire undercity build to host our sacret order and encourage the worship of that which was before the dawn of Time."

  He pondered, smiling as he realized something.

  "The systems warden, Nas'ri's ranger, the rogue of Void, Wizard of Stars... there must be a time keeper out there... the Champion of Time exists, doesn't he? And if I had to guess, he is a Paladin, charged with keeping the other champions in line."

  He pondered, his smile growing.

  "The Champion of Nas'ri is a ranger. The Champion of System is a Warlock, and I am certain that the Champion of the Void must be a rogue. With a Time keeping Paladin, we bounce back to five neutrals, one lawful, one chaotic and one evil. At least, that's what I gathered so far. Now, If we assume that this party is balanced, we need a good guy. Now, wizards would probably be lawful, which means we need another chaotic neutral one to balance that out... or I am completely stupid and I'll just meet other Prophets of the Primordials and we will turn out to all be true neutral, who knows... I had parties like that when I was still a gm."

  His followers went silent at his rant, especially as it was said completely in english, and the Ideas shared via his aura of Royalty confused them more than they could help them comprehend his words.

  They did not say that out loud though, the sudden rants accepted as something their leader just did from time to time.

  And thus, they marched. The sound of rocks clattering beneath them the only announcement of their approach as they were once again carried by the petrified scorpions and other critters.

  After the first part of the journey everyone had agreed that they don't like sand, it's rough texture and its tendency to get everywhere accompanied by the fact that it could quite literally kill them if the quantities were too high managed to convince even the most Conservative skeptic among the Larvs that the desert was not the best place for them to live in.

  As Jeolas stared into the sky, he did not notice the fanatics silence as something strange.

  The warlock was proud of his current knowledge, but curious of all the things he still had to learn if his plans should have any chance at unfurling. The void was the home of these people, and he took everything from them with devils bargains and mind control.

  He shook his head, not finding a reason to stop what he had already started. Jeolas had died twice already, arguably thrice, if one considered his first souls departure from earth.

  By now, he should have started to grow accustomed to death. But despite the soul being infused with the desire to dominate and slaughter, he was afraid of losing the people he had gathered to unworthy enemies.

  He did not want to see them dead, but given their direction, he knew that many would fall once they reached Weistrana.

  "We will march and purify the world, for nothing shall expect the Larvean Inquisition. All hail the Order."

  The others nodded, and in unison, they answered.

  "All hail the Prophet."

  And thus, they marched into the night.

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  When 32 year old Noir was told that the world as he knew it was going to end, he put away the Tarot cards.

  When the stuffed creatures he made seemed to readjust to better fit what he had imagined them to look, he told himself he was seeing things.

  Will a violent confrontation finally force the professional faker to accept these changes, or will he die trying to protect his sanity?