The Partisan

"Liberty, Equality, Fraternity among man, and among the gods."

The Partisan
Origin	Flesh
Titles	Humanity's Vanguard
Names	The Vanguardist, Martyr, Forerunner, Internationalist
Aspects
Owner(s)	SRN

- Mantra of the Assembly of Ascension

The Partisan was the first God-From-Flesh to rise from the History of the Unanswered Knock. And the last. When he rose to the rank of Hour, he looked back and saw all the suffering and mortality in the Seventh History and stopped. He refused to take his place among the other Hours unless they also raised the mankind of his History and all the Histories to immortality and power and allowed them access to the Mansus. The Hours refused and cast him out. He is the Hour of ambition and the patron of mortals and the Histories, seeking to raise mankind to the Mansus. Exiled from the Mansus itself, he wanders the Seventh History and other Histories organizing mankind, readying it for another incursion into the Mansus. Forge marks his will for change, Knock his will to reopen the Mansus, Edge his will to do it. One day, if he has his way, mankind will rise to the Glory itself and build its cities over the ruins of the Monument and tame the Sea of Mists and climb the Spirarch...

Contents

History

In the History of the Unanswered Knock there was once a tyranny, a totalitarian empire that kept an iron grip on power. In that absolutist government, there was a revolutionary on the run. His cell had been broken and he desperately fled the inquisitors and secret-police hunting his head. In his desperation, he looked to the strange dreams he dreamed and found in it a great House full of eldritch and arcane powers that he saw that could possibly give him the might he needed to destroy the authorities that he so hated. He pursued the secrets deeper and deeper, under the guidance of a strange force of fire and metal until he became a Long of sorts, then a Name of sorts. With his new occult secrets, he raised an army of revolutionaries and secret eldritch creatures, sure of victory. There he found an unpleasant surprise: There was a power behind the Emperor. He was a Name himself, an independent power capable of raising great horrors against the revolutionary's own powers. But in the end, through blood and steel, he cornered the Emperor in his castle and slew him, and in that moment, he drank the Emperor's power and achieved ascension. However, even as he rose to an Hour, taking to the Mansus, he looked back on his followers and felt a pang of regret. Could he ascend and simply abandon them? As he reached his new status as an Hour, he demanded of the other Hours that they also give power to the mortals, removing their mortality and allowing them access to the Mansus. They rejected his entreaties and he left, furious, but not forever. He returned with the hosts of man on his side, having used his new might as an Hour to forcibly unify the History. The Hours cast him and his armies out after a series of long and bloody battles. Now he wanders the Seventh History as its ruler, working to strengthen the power of mankind that one day, they may rise again to take humanity's birthright...

Description

Appearance

The Partisan keeps to his human origins and appears normally indistinguishable from a regular human. A charming, smiling young man with dark hair, he does not normally even appear to be a particularly formidable human. Even in the Mansus, when he was in the Mansus, he appeared almost exactly the same, but rippling with ancient glowing power that displayed his strength, comparable to other Hours.

Principles

Forge marks his will for change, Knock his will to reopen the Mansus, Edge his will to do it

Worship

Cult

None worship the Partisan, for that runs against his ideals of the ascension of man to equality with the Hours of the Mansus. His ideals, however, proliferate among the more radical and ambitious of the mortals and Names and Long in the Histories in their suppressed secret clubs and organizations. Here, his allies mark themselves as the Society for Anthropological Advancement. There, the Internationalist Club. One day it will be they, claims the Partisan, who will cast off their masks, break the shackles of man and lead it to a Glorious future.

Mark

1. Temptation: Solidarity: I see a Glory and it tempts me. Perhaps I hold the secret to eternity, but would I really keep it to myself?
2. Dedication: Solidarity: I have sworn myself to a suppressed creed. I will rise and when I rise, so will we all.
3. Ascension: Solidarity:
4. Ascension: Solidarity:
5. Ascension: Solidarity:
6. Ascension: Solidarity:
7. Ending:

Servants

Names

Forerunner

Forerunner

"...and you see, thus, because of the synthesis of the Benthamist utilitarian philosophy with a hierarchical, anocratic heavens, the only solution is, nonwithstanding some startling spontaneous shift in the Mansus zeitgeist and indeed very order itself, obviously..."

Summon a predecessor to the Partisan

It is a story told by professors of both the esoteric histories and political theory that in their most heated discussions, a smiling lady shows up burning with light and change and talks all their ears off. They wake up the next day with the strange urge to overthrow an order they do not remember.

Tea, vodka, cushions, books on esoteric politics, and an alarming thinness in the walls of reality. This should be enough to interest her. May the gods above help us discard that interest when the time comes.

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Locations

The Mansus

The Promised Door

When he first rose against the order of the heavens, the Partisan built a gate and built a door. When the Hours first drove him out with spear and fire, they broke one of their most cherished laws and drowned that door. Still it lies somewhere, with a past that is-not anymore.

The Histories

The History of the Unanswered Knock

See: Main Article

Items

Tools

• A Tattered Standard
  • Aspects: 6

Ingredients

• 'A King's Due'
  • Aspects: 4 8

Influences

• Purest Zeal
  • Aspect: 15

Books

• Elegy for the Martyr'd Door
  • Description: We cannot read this and not sing it. We cannot sing it and not mourn.
  • Start Text: And Lo, he promised, this was the Way, the Truth, and the Life. We would all live forever if so we sought, and we would forever revel in endless visions of an unseen glory and an ever-light. But now the path is closed and the way is lost and the Golden Thread lost to us for they who feared and they who hated drowned it in their foul triumph
  • End Text: And ere it was drowned ever so thoroughly that even beside the ocean where they perpetrated their foul crime you could speak these words and hear nothing. But to those who know and remember a creed suppressed outside one History, they will perhaps smile and perhaps call you comrade.
  • Gives: Revolutionary Passcode

Rites

Relationships

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