Hellrunners

For Those About to Rock (The Nation of Thrane)...

It is with mixed emotions that I write this. Given the events of this evening, I find it valuable to put to the pen, my account of what occurred so that, should the flames of propaganda scorch the land of truth, that there is some record of worth.

My companions and I had traveled to Thrane in pursuit of an artifact tied to thwarting an emerging conspiracy, the scope of which is rapidly emerging. I traveled lightly and quietly into the shadows of the Silver Flame, not knowing if my presence would stir up trouble, based on past conflicts I’ve had with the nation’s soldiery. As the Traveler would have it, the artifact required was located in the bowels of Flamekeep, the heart of the Silver Flame. Where else would it be…?

In a point of synchronicity, my old band, 333 Lunatic Lane, was scheduled to play a show at the keep with their new frontman, in an exhibition of bastardizations of my creative works. While disappointed in the collusion of my former mates, both on the personal front and in their willingness to put their talents in the employ of the cause shared by the inquisition that has targeted their countrymen, I planned to let it be. However, I did need a distraction to allow my companions to loot the artifact required.

Eion and I were able to gain access to the venue through separate means and rendezvous on the stage. Ignited somewhat by the feel of the boards beneath my feet, the weight of the crowd’s gaze, and the scent of the pyrotechnics and their poised potential, I could not help but make a bit more of a spectacle than called for. Seeing the youth of Thrane respond to the universal voice inherent in the music of conviction was mind-opening for me. Perhaps the next generation will throw off the noose of the Flame. My observation was shared by the possessed child messiah herself, who ordered the doors locked and the keep burnt to the ground along with all within it.

Eion and I did what we could to shoo the masses out of the hall, battling with Thrane’s elite guard who attempted to keep the exits barred. Most made it into the chaos of the surrounding avenues once we cleared a path, and we ourselves leapt out the doors with the ordered immolation hot on our heels.

I can feel that my companions are safe, and will join them soon. I worry how this event will be portrayed to meet the ends of the church. My hope is that the minds of the youth of Thrane hold tightly to the import of what has happened and to the expendable regard their leaders hold them in. I hope that they will piss on the Flames at the root of the fire while its gaze looks far for me and my new band across the land. Let freedom’s bell toll.

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Please allow me to introduce myself I’m a man of House and taste I was around in the long Last War, liberated many a man’s soul and faith I was around when the Droaamites had their moments of persecution and pain Made damn sure the Inquisitors showed their hands and shared our fate Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game

Stuck around in Breland when I saw it was a time for a change Killed some zealots and inquisitors, Screamed for sovereignty, screamed in vain I was a tank, held a captain’s rank when the Liondrake roared and the warforged clanked Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah Ah what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah

I watched and seethed while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the Gods they made I shouted out “Who killed the Galifars?” when after all it was you and me Let me please introduce myself I’m a man of House and taste And I lay traps for troubadours who get killed before they reach Sharn’s gates Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game

Just as every inquisitive’s a criminal and all Khyber cults, Silver Flames as heads is tails, just call me the Traveler ‘cause I’m in need of some restraint So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some integrity and some taste Use all your well learned politesse or I’ll lay your soul to waste Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game

 
Jozua

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