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| Crimson Revelations |
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|Contents- Page 1|
|Prayers to Our Lord- Page 2|
|Foreword- Page 3|
|His Masquerade- Page 4|
|Hate and Contempt- Page 5|
|Arrogance and Envy- Page 6|
|Fear and Grief- Page 7|
|Conclusion- Page 8|
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Through His hate, may only the worthy rise.
Through His wrath, may His enemies know nothing but death.
In His masquerade, may I bring more to His cause
and crush those who would oppose His will.
I am His. We are His. The basin is His.
May all be awash with crimson willingly.
Or bleed it unwillingly.
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Coursing through my veins, I know no peace.
My heart longs for destruction and my soul longs for death.
Masked by a thin cloth of velvet, I have no worth.
My body is wracked with pain and my purpose is damned.

It is to his rhythms, that the waltz carries on.
It is to his melody, that the bodies shift in the ballroom.
Warlords rise and enemies fall on the whims of our Lord
Angels cry and demons grovel at the feet of our Lord

Mercy is non-existent. Hate is eternal.
Humble to none. He is the all-mighty.
Treasures are meaningless.
The basin is rotten.
We are the maggots festering and multiplying.

Awash with crimson, baptised in blood.
I kill and die for Lord Fain.
Master of masters, God of gods.

Foreword
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I find myself contemplating the emotions of battle more as of late, considering
deeply the feelings that are drawn forth and the ideas behind the teachings of
our Lord. Through His word, we use our hatred and might to crush those who would
oppose us. And while we lack in numbers at times, it is through sheer will and
strength that we conquer those against us and offer their corpses at his
shrines.

May my feeble attempt bring more to His cause and my lacklustre words ignite
emotion in you to serve our Lord, or should you wish to read such to educate
yourself on His cause; Realise that whatever attempts you have to sway those in
His court are feeble and useless for He has taught us that we are nothing and
deserve nothing. Through this knowledge and enlightenment we fear nothing but
Him. He is supreme and only He may judge us for better or worse.

It is for His Cause that I write, to elaborate on my musings of the Masquerade
and our emotions that drive us within our service to the Crimson Lord. Through
hate we will conquer, through envy we will convert, and through fear we will
subject. Our place is always at His service and forever shall we be bound to Him
for as long as our mortal coils extend, marked as we are as one of the masked,
to forever dance to Him. Maggots to the festering corpse of the Basin, and His
puppets in the grand scheme. Let none question the power of the Lord Fain and
should they, may the worse curse of all befall you... may the servants of Lord
Fain fall on your corpse and devour you, maggots to eat your flesh from the
inside out.

His Masquerade
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"You do not wish to know the horrors I hide behind this mask."

The purpose of His masquerade is unknown to all those within His circles, and
only He knows the score of the waltz. We dance to His tune, our humble lives
naught but crescendos, raising in volume as we attain what little glory we may
and then passing on into a new rhythm and melody, to be drown out in His song.
We may never know glory eternal as the Crimson Lord does.

We are the faceless, the masked, and the unknown. The swirl of the music and
colour, the endless revelry of the midnight waltz, the treachery of the
politicking and the ruining of lives is but a game to the Masked One and we are
but pawns. We are expandable. We will be tossed aside. We will be sent to death
needlessly.

History will forget us as the Basin rises and falls about the might that is
Lord Fain. The elements will destroy our feeble tomes, dementia will come in old
age and warp our memories, our offspring will die and our bloodlines will
eventually be lost but His glory is eternal and our petty ambitions too short to
be of merit.

Don the mask, equip your armour, settle the robes on your shoulder, and cradle
your book and sword at your side. We are the scholars of Lord Fain. We are the
warriors of Lord Fain. We are the artists of Lord Fain. We are the politicians
of Lord Fain. We are the unworthy believers. Through His will might we become
better pawns, through His waltz might we raise in a violent crescendo, through
His plan might we reach the pinnacle of our worthless existence and look down on
the Crimson Basin bathed in His divine strength and the blood of His enemies.

Heed the call for a greater purpose. Cross His chessboard and be brought from a
pawn to a more worthy piece, sacrifice your body and spirit for His shrines and
greatness as only through His masquerade do you something far more worthy than
your miserable mortal life.

Hate and Contempt:
Of Tolerance, Wrath, and Purpose
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"Their can be no stronger emotion than hate. With its strength comes the
ability to do horrors and feats unimaginable to most mere mortals."

The Hatred of our Lord for those weaker is infinite and knows no bounds. Our
Lord, once a diplomat, scholar, and a warrior, excels in all fields and has
mastered all fields among the Divine. He has no patience for those of weaker
make or spirit and demands such of His followers.

His followers must know hate for all against the cause of our Lord, pushing
them aside in all places and allowing none to surpass them. The guild, the clan,
the cartel, the city, and the Basin must be ruled and subjugated by those of His
masquerade. Any who might cause you to stop must be removed, those who stand in
the way must be betrayed, those who will not budged must be slaughtered and
shown as weak. It is through this violent take-over and zealotry that our hatred
motivates us and drives us forward to fulfil His will and bring the Basin to His
grasp.

Only through this wrath and hatred will we have the strength to carry on His
agenda and bring forth the deaths of those who will not believe. There can be no
tolerance, no mercy, and no understanding. Understanding and mercy are the
acceptance of weakness. Weakness must not persist, not amongst the ranks of our
Lord or without, and only through the utter destruction will we enact a change.

Emulate our Lord, show no mercy, no understanding, no tolerance for the weak
and crush all those that would dare believe they could survive being an enemy of
Him. All those who walk the Basin and who do not bow deserve nothing more than
to be the corpses for the maggots of Lord Fain to fester within and consume.

Arrogance and Envy:
Our Means of Control
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"Your longing to be all that I am has brought you here. You wish to know what I
know but I cannot teach you... the path of the Crimson Mask will either show you
the truth or destroy you."

With our knowledge and hatred comes purpose. Our purpose drives us to commit
acts against his enemies and allows us to rightfully seize control of the Basin
in His name. With this sense of purpose and position, the followers of Fain
exhibit arrogance and pride in their doings.

Coming from the ranks of nobility and generals with only those of the highest
ranks of the various guilds and institutes of Magnagora, Fainites are the elite
of the city and their supremacy and control allows them to display this
arrogance.

We are afforded this right through our doings in His name. For as we serve our
purpose to unite the basin under his masquerade, all Fainites accomplish far
beyond the works of normal mortals and Demigods of the realms, working in all
capacities as the leaders and pioneers in their fields of study or combat.

However, our humble nature realises it is through Him that we accomplish our
doings and for Him and while we recognise that we are nothing in the grand
scheme of things it is our arrogance and the envy of our enemies that is one of
the most powerful conversion tools.

Our broad display of arrogance amongst our mortalkind and our divine sense of
purpose and cause will draw in followers, bring others to His cause, and allow
our ranks to expand with the competent and intelligent because as our fellow
elites look on from outside and see the excess, the success, and the continued
prosperity of Magnagora and our houses under the leadership of the True God
Fain, they cannot help but bow to His will and envy all that we have.

Therefore it is through our flaunting and vicious displays of political guile
of snatching positions, financial superiority of the possessing the finest
manses, clothes, and servants, and physical prowess of conquering and uprooting
all that oppose us that we utilise our most powerful means of bringing others to
His masquerade.

However, realise that the envy of others will not bring only converts but also
enemies and it is these enemies that look on not with a sense of purpose to gain
through Him, but to steal from Him, that we must entirely destroy and cast aside
through grief.

Our Weapons: Fear and Grief
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"Forbid the war, for we will kill your sons and steal your daughters and
through their losses, you have no future.

"Fear us and give in to his power, and through Him might you live or die with a
life of meaning."

For those enemies who would not fall to His will and who do not act in
accordance with His teachings, they will know our hate, they will envy use, they
will see purpose and look beyond it with ignorance and remain deaf to the waltz
and blind to His masquerade.

For those who remain steadfast in this ignorance, they and their allies may
know only two emotions fear and grief.

With must continued assault on the institutions of the Basins in effort to
control all that we might, we must keep our enemies at bay through the use of
these two primal emotions. The fear that we might kill them, and the grief that
their own numbers have been slain and will continue to be slain until they
entirely give up.

Fear and grief paralyse, causing enemies to run entirely from the fear of
battle or simply not show up at all. It is with these actions that call for the
continual use of our hatred to attack and lay waste to our enemies and all that
they love.

Should one be unable to attack the enemy directly, getting rid of their closest
allies and loved ones will do. Should they be so distraught that they rush to
save them instead of seeing to the field of battle, than that in part is a
victory. Should they rage and rush foolhardy for vengeance only to be
slaughtered, than that too is part of victory. Seek out targets that you can
easily do away with but perform the most damage such as proteges, spouses, and
relatives.

However, griefing your enemies goes beyond just the normal bounds of slaying
them or the ones that they love. One must also recognise the power of the well
placed word. Purposely calling your enemy out before the Basin and destroying
them before all instils that sense of fear and unrest within people that will
keep them inactive and unable to strike, it is the reputation of a Fainite that
is at stake with each battle whether physical or mental. Our arrogance and sense
of purpose must be known, and with each worthy kill savoured publicly will slow
the motion of our enemies and keep them at a distance.

Purposefully engaging in a more difficult target or sense of killing is also a
means to instil fear into the souls of our enemies. To outdo them so far that
one might manage a more ineffectual but infamous style of killing causes the
enemy to reel back in horror of the thought of what if we -were- actually
trying.

Property is not safe and should never be forgotten when on the offence to
strike fear into your enemies. Defiling their favoured shrines, destroying their
pets, killing their youth or servants, and lashing out in the most horrific
means will cause them to not only be more protective of their lands and youth
but also might convince those who would rise against us that it is not worth it
and cause them to linger beyond in the next battle. It is by any means that we
must uproot their influence on the basin and through the destruction of bonds
and sense of ownership to people and places shall we truly begin to weaken their
grip.

Creativity and our sense of purpose will only further our means of destruction
to strike fear and grief into the hearts of Fain's enemies and those who would
not call Him their God. Do no hesitate and remember the hatred that he has for
all beings when you strike out against those. And should your mortal coil and
that weak voice in your head spout nonsense of sparing the weak and allowing
their life to continue, contemplate shortly if our Lord Fain would ever hesitate
to destroy you, His own. And because he knows no mercy, I shall give none. You
should do the same.

Conclusion:
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Few seem to truly understand the means available to us to grasp a hold of the
Basin and subjugate it to His will. Our Lord Fain has selected us, mere mortals,
unworthy vessels to carry out His will and commit His doings. He brings forth
priests warriors into His inner circles, bestowing those with mighty favours and
blessings when we are not worthy. Know that He, in all His might shall deem
those who bring about the masquerade in His name as the highest of His servants.
And when perhaps the Basin is His, as it shall inevitably be, and all the
remnants of His enemies wither and on the crimson planes... perhaps then He will
cast His eyes on you and view you with amusement indifference instead of the
hate and disgust you are so worthy of.

For Him I serve.
For Him I die.
Through Him all might know true FEAR.
And his enemies live with naught but GRIEF.
Let those who are without look on in ENVY.
The greatness of his servants shall be seen in their ARROGANCE.
And might all be consumed in his CRIMSON HATE.
He is LORD FAIN, OF THE RED MASQUE.