|
|
| Line 15: |
Line 15: |
| '''Letter to Brison'''<br /> | | '''Letter to Brison'''<br /> |
| B.,<br /> | | B.,<br /> |
| Your whimpering at the hands of the brutish [[The Monger|Redblood M.]] was echoing in all corners of our [[Sanctuary of Kosmos|shrine]]... Save that pain. Remember it. Let it fester. In my lands, rebellion brews. I want you fighting by my side one day, making any who rebel against me feel the pain you felt. Or worse. When we finnaly move on our plans in Athens, none will stand against us. The democracy will die, and I will rule again.<br /> | | Your whimpering at the hands of the brutish [[Peloponnesian League|Redblood]] [[the Monger|M.]] was echoing in all corners of our [[Sanctuary of Kosmos|shrine]]... Save that pain. Remember it. Let it fester. In my lands, rebellion brews. I want you fighting by my side one day, making any who rebel against me feel the pain you felt. Or worse. When we finnaly move on our plans in Athens, none will stand against us. The democracy will die, and I will rule again.<br /> |
| Glory to the League.<br /> | | Glory to the League.<br /> |
| [[Podarkes|P.]] | | [[Podarkes|P.]] |
| Line 27: |
Line 27: |
| |-|Rhexenor= | | |-|Rhexenor= |
| '''A Note to a Cultist'''<br /> | | '''A Note to a Cultist'''<br /> |
| Under the disguise of a slovenly drunk, wearing a helmet twice the size of his head and hiding in the chambers of [[Courtesan|hetaerae]], our [[Rhexenor|Blueblood R.]] would seem almost comical if he weren't deadly. From those chambers, he's infiltrated the political elite's inner circle. Fools. Those who do not obey will find his hidden knife at their throats. | | Under the disguise of a slovenly drunk, wearing a helmet twice the size of his head and hiding in the chambers of [[Courtesan|hetaerae]], our [[Delian League|Blueblood]] [[Rhexenor|R.]] would seem almost comical if he weren't deadly. From those chambers, he's infiltrated the political elite's inner circle. Fools. Those who do not obey will find his hidden knife at their throats. |
|
| |
|
| |-|Iobates= | | |-|Iobates= |
Revision as of 07:50, 3 February 2019
|
I wanted to ask you something. Which is... what's your name?
This article title is conjecture. Although the article subject is canon, no official name for it has been given.
|
During the Peloponnesian War, the misthios Kassandra collected numerous notes regarding the Cult of Kosmos as well as correspondence exchanged between the Cultists. In this capacity, she also recovered clues to the identities of various members killing the cultists.
Notes
Delian League
Scroll from Phidias's informer
Mother,
Please, as soon as you read this, leave Athens. Dark forces are plotting there. They're targetting artists, I think, and aside from Phidias you are the most well known. Father will refuse - if he does, leave him behind. I've already left, this time for our marble quarry in Salamis. I should be safe there, but do not follow me. If they fine me, they'll find you, and I can't risk your life. Just know that what I did, I did for the glory of our family, and for the glory of the League. Write to me as soon as you are safely outside the walls,
Brison
Letter to Brison
B.,
Your whimpering at the hands of the brutish Redblood M. was echoing in all corners of our shrine... Save that pain. Remember it. Let it fester. In my lands, rebellion brews. I want you fighting by my side one day, making any who rebel against me feel the pain you felt. Or worse. When we finnaly move on our plans in Athens, none will stand against us. The democracy will die, and I will rule again.
Glory to the League.
P.
Note from Podarkes
Brother,
Your orders are simple - today we rush the rebellion and send every Spartan invader to the underworld. They will tremble at our might. For you, an extra mission: a mercenary has been seen our our islands, fighting for the rebellion and for Sparta. She brings chaos and devastation with her. I want you to bring this sell-sword to me, alive if possible. Her odyssey ends today.
Glory to the League
Podarkes
A Note to a Cultist
Under the disguise of a slovenly drunk, wearing a helmet twice the size of his head and hiding in the chambers of hetaerae, our Blueblood R. would seem almost comical if he weren't deadly. From those chambers, he's infiltrated the political elite's inner circle. Fools. Those who do not obey will find his hidden knife at their throats.
Mercenary's Instructions
Misthios,
As always, your work has been spotless, methodical, perfect. Your shadow casts terror across these lands. I am general to a troop of guards, and we could use you. We accept only the deadliest and most obedient soldiers. After you finish your task, meet me in my fort on Lemnos Island. I will show you our training grounds nearby. They'd impress even you.
Glory to the League.
Iobates
Eyes of Kosmos
Gods of the Aegean Sea
Heroes of the Cult
Peloponnesian League
The Silver Vein
Worshippers of the Bloodline
Reference
