[Cali]

"is this funny to you?"  

Hooded figures roam across Meranthe, spreading the word of the Hand. Loudly—while passing out flyers with his word.
But the bulk of them found themselves at the gates of Sanctuary.
 

 
"I know your ilk not to be religious, Felice… but you once were. You bowed your head to demons once, so you must understand what it means to kneel before a higher power."
 
"But you have forgotten. When your masters were cast down, you forgot what it felt like to stand beneath the wrath of a god."

 
"You may play coy. You may play stupid. By all means… play your games with my god."
 
"But I will not."
 
"If you believe these whispers and excuses will turn us aside, then you misunderstand me entirely. The deal for the Chalice was made when I was only fifteen, Felice. For three years you dangled a sacred relic before us with promises you never intended to keep."

 "And when it became inconvenient… you broke them."
  
"And worse still, when my people sought justice for those injured by another, you dared bare your fangs at them as though we were the aggressors."
  
"I am not like you."
  

                                                                   " I do not make deals and hide behind convenient justifications. I do not make false promises."

  

"I make guarantees."
 
"And this I guarantee."
 

"I do not believe you."
 

"If the Chalice lies within Sanctuary, then I will find it in the flames I bring upon it."
 

"And if it does not… then I will take something of equal value from the ashes."
 
"Look no further, Sanctuary."
 
"I am your war."
  
"A Shepherd of Flames."


THE MARCH CONTINUES: TBA