Christopher

Order of Luminati

I wasn’t always this monster that some people would mark me as. I am nothing more than a man with a broken spirit. You may ask yourself how did this happen? No perhaps not, but I sure do each every night. I see their faces each time I close my eyes. It is not a curse, but a gift that reminds me what I fight for and makes my righteous path even clearer for each and every day. I do not wish you to judge my actions but rather judge my cause. For it is the cause whom is greater than me, it is the cause the wakes me up every morning. Make it possible for the atrocities I have committed to succeed. It is the cause… it made my burden a lot easier to carry. And it is the cause who must surpass all moral and illusions of order.

What makes a great landlord? Is it the wealth he possesses, even perhaps the supplies he can manufacture. No it is the sheer number of blind followers that makes the landlord what he is. And sometimes when you walk with blinds you will begin to think you can see what others cannot. The thought of being a near demi god among sheep. Corrupting him if you want, causing him to become hubris. And a god must always show his strength to his people, and it is easier to destroy than to create.

The year in the young village at the very end of the Holy Oren Empires border was not easy at all. The cold weather at first made us lose a lot of our harvest that year, not to add the bad hunt for the season. But the village itself was I place I would like to remember. Even now as it stands burnt down as a mark. The fields surrounding the village in an almost circle form. Houses that were built with no consideration for the infrastructure. It was a place to proudly call your home, a place you were ready to die for. Which sadly… Many did the founding fathers of the village named it after them. Welling town, as you can guess their name was Wellington. I was born in the third generation of the village, first in my young years I was apprentice to the blacksmith. Than after I joined the city watch, there was not much to it. No enemies or dangerous creature lurking around. But it was there I met her, the future mother of my child. Her name still hurts as it is spoken, but her memories manages to somewhat bring me joy in the darkest time. My son… Barely old enough to carry any sword or tools.

The event that occurred shook my heart to the deepest possible. The landlord was holding a private huge celebration for some… Big shot some high royal, I was not let in to any further detail around it. He noticed our food supplies would not do, so he bought from the market in Arethor. Of course was it expensive as well as the entertainment he bought for this royalty. But his own fund was insufficient and he was required to raise the tax of the land to bring in the needed currency. Where did I come in to all of this? I was now the town’s blacksmith dealing with any metal or steel that came into the town. I was to handle the towns guard armor, refining it and re-craft it into this newly bought piece of silver ores. The result was shinier armor still the same lousy armor but bright as the royal guards themselves.

Seeing how other people had an even worse living now than before because of the raised taxes, I knew I couldn’t just linger. Instead of fully use all the silver to the armor I took half and melted them into coins instead. Handing it out secretly among the people.

But the landlord is a man with many spies and friends. It didn’t take long until he found out about my… How did he put it, treachery? Yes indeed treachery. I was captured by the town’s guard and brought to the town’s center. The landlord sought to use me as a ‘’Example’’ of theft. The people tried reason with him, some even became more hostile. Afraid of turning me into some kind of martyr, he decided that my beloved ones should pay the price. My wife… My son… I was held down by three guards as I watched their last seconds in life. A long swing with a short stop, it was unbearable. The rain started pouring down and the landlord along with his men returned back to their keep. I remained outside on my knees deep within the mud. But from the side a hooded man arrived, telling comforting things to me before he advised me of my next move. He told me how the system is wrong, that the one who gets power from heritage gets weaker for each child. And only the strong should fit to lead. In my hand he gave me two torches. He told me that the loss was the sparkle to a revolution and I had to craft it while it was still hot. I lighted up two torches in the middle of the town for the first loss of the revolutionists…. My beloved ones… Weapons and equipment was easy to acquire in my blacksmith and townsfolk was rounding up to join my strike for retribution.

The villagers were armed and ready to die for this cause. Getting into the keep was easy thanks to some old friend’s from the watch. But getting to the landlord was anything but easy; he had trained heavily armed soldiers whose loyalty was unshaken. We lost many more than we killed, but the sheer cause and taste for vengeance managed to drive us all the way to the halls. The blood still remains from when I beheaded the landlord were he stood. It was a long swing with a short stop. The villager pillaged the armory and the left over treasure room. We sent the wives and children on wagons back to Arethor with the small supply we had. As for the rest of us… I made them swear their oath to not me… But the cause itself. –We are righteous; we are the farmers of power, where it grows ill we burn with fire, all though our actions are immoral so is not our cause. We are the order of Luminati and we are here to sow a new world. We burnt down the blood covered village as a symbol of the loss revolutionists.

Now were spreading out to all cities and guilds with absolute primogeniture (Succession, Heritage). We now exist within the very center of the unrightfully lines of successions. But when our time is in, we shall not only burn them but sow salt on the burnt soil. To ensure the freedom of the people.

Once I was the blacksmith named Warith, but now I am the founder of the order, the sparkle of the revolution.

I am Wellington.