The Unfettered is an Hour of the Fourth Fansus, created by Maltramac. Her aspects are Forge and Moth. She is an Hour of rebellion against law and authority, a self-professed foil and eternal enemy of The Listless King. The Listless King does not seem to care.
The Unfettered takes on many humanlike guises, lacking a single preferred appearance. However, she always appears as a woman, usually wearing an outfit that indicates belonging to a typically male profession or defies cultural gender roles in other ways. Her apparent age likewise never matches what could be reasonably expected, such as a gray-haired and wizened construction worker or a preteen military officer.
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Principles
The Unfettered stands for defiance, rebellion and revolution. To this end, she wields the Forge principle. However, she never concerns herself with the consequences of the revolutions she inspires and when the new government inevitably falls under the Listless King's sway and becomes an oppressive regime itself, she will be there to inspire another bloody uprising. Thus she wields the principle of Moth, always chasing a goal she will never achieve.
Worship
Cult
Mark
Servants
Names
The Utopist
The Utopist
"Hey, chin up. Step by step, little by little, we'll get there as long as we don't stop trying."
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Summon the Utopist, a Name of the Unfettered
The Utopist may only enter where the world is ready to be reshaped with Forge. He will not struggle against my summons, but he will only offer his aid if I truly need it.
The first sign of the rite's success is the smell of tobacco smoke. The Utopist is here. He could almost be mistaken for an ordinary human, if not for the glowing sparks in his eyes. "Boy, things aren't looking good, huh?", he remarks, taking a long drag on his cigarette. "Come on, let's get to work."
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The Utopist Cheers Me On
He is not here right now. But he believes in me, and so I should believe in myself as well.
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The Revolutionary
The Revolutionary
"Oh my master! Shall we build a new order from the ashes of the old? Shall we melt down their chains, and forge new ones for ourselves?"
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Summon the Revolutionary, a fanatical Name of the Unfettered
The Revolutionary will come only when change is stifled by the chill of Winter, and her struggles must be met with that of Edge.
The smell of burning cinders and acrid gunpowder fills the room. If I listen closely, I can almost hear crowds baying in the street. The look on her face is one of utmost confusion. "Serpent! I must've taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque. You, where am I?"
