- Under An Appreciable Mental Strain
I no longer have any idea what is real, and what is not.
- The Clock Striketh Twelve
I honoured my agreement, but I did not have a friend.
- Bars Across the Sun
My trial was contentious. But thanks to the Inspector, here I am.
- Hairless and Imperishable
I wrestled the Forge to victory. I will not grow old.
- Smooth Without, Red Within
I gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. I will not grow old.
- Thine be the Glory
I walked behind the Watchman. I will not grow old.
- I'm Not... *Unhappy*
I worked. I slaved. I lived a sort of life.
- Corner Office
I will be honoured by my peers. And then, one day, I'll die.
- Church of the Bright Edge
I dedicated myself to the Hours of struggle and conquest.
- Unflinching Order
I dedicated myself to the fire that changes and remakes.
- Order of the Bloody Cup
I dedicated myself to the mysteries of birth, blood and appetite.
- Temple Unceasing
I dedicated myself to the drumbeat which can never end.
- Society of the Holy Wound
I dedicated myself to the Hours which open doors.
- Mirror of Glory
I dedicated myself to the understanding of the Light that leaks from a fiercer place.
- Wildwood Club
I dedicated myself to chaos, and the unexpected Hours.
- Society of St Hydra
I dedicated myself to the study of the five Histories, and their thousand demi-real branches.
- Children of Silence
I dedicated myself to the silence that comes and the cold that ends.
- SUMMON ALIEN GODS
I conjured a creature from beyond the skin of the world.
- In the Midst of my Life, in a Dark Wood
The Wood grows around the walls of the Mansus. As any student of Histories knows, the Mansus has no walls.
- Speechless at Sunset
Speech may not pass the White Door, but I may.
- What Has It Got In Its Pocketses?
I have answered the riddle of the Stag Door, and am counted among the Know.
- Beaded with Blood
I have made the necessary sacrifice to enter the Mansus through the Spider Door.
- In the Glassgarden
It has pleased the Peacock Door to yield to my entry.
- The Sun Before Me
The Sun has his course, and so do I.
- An Assassin
I sharpened a believer to their deadliest Edge.
- A Reshaper
I shaped a mighty believer from the fires of the Forge.
- A Cyprian
I pledged a believer to the Feast of the Grail.
- A Tarantellist
I drew a believer to the endless Dance of the Heart.
- A Key
I forged a believer into a true instrument of Knock.
- A Seer
I cast a believer onto the Lantern's path.
- A Skintwister
I led a believer to the Wood of the Moth.
- The Rest Is Silence
- Hairless and Semi-Perishable
We wrestled the Forge to victory. We will not grow old.
- Smooth Without, Dead Within
We gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. We will not grow old.
- Thine be the Ghoul
We walked behind the Watchman. We will not grow old.