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# '''Temptation: Liberty:''' The Bureau closed down my research, but why? There is something here, I am more sure of that now than ever. They shall not stop me. It occurs to me that none might ever stop me again.
# '''Dedication: Liberty:''' In the lights at the halls of power cast flickering shadows. There, they deny me. There, smiles the Wrong-Serpent. I have dedicated myself to unmaking all that binds me - no matter what it is.
# '''Ascension: Liberty:''' I gasp, awake, sweating... a broadsword lodged in my chest. Someone has attempted to prevent my ascension. That someone , a servant of another [[someone|The Anaconda]] lies dead, strangled before me, as I had dreamed. My flesh no longer constrains me, and I know this to be the Third Mark.# '''Ascension: Liberty?: FNORD''' He stood before me, that half-drowned sea-sworn sailor and held a knife and demanded tribute. I felt no fear as he tried to pull the trigger and I felt no remorse as I forced him to not, then not breathe. I could be perfectly rational, cacophonically mad. The mind does not bind me. Here is the Fourth Mark.# '''Ascension: ASCENSIONLiberty: FNORD''' They worked so hard. They knew what I was now, what I was becoming. They hunted for my anathema, looked through my past. Any weakness, any disgruntled follower, any mistake. They had studied their [[old master|The Vizier]] well, and they found nothing but a parade of traps and death. My past constrains me not, and I know this is the Fifth Mark.# '''Ascension: ASCENSIONLiberty: FNORD''' A whisper campaign, agents of the Bureau, assassins and enemies I never made. And the servants of [[one|The Rattlesnake]] I did. They ambushed me, set me ablaze and melted as I felt nothing and radiated only heat. Natural law does not bind me and this is... what have I done? What am I now? No, I have to reverse this!# '''EndingMaster of my Fate''': FNORDWhat have I become? What have I become? Once I was human, once I shared company with the world. Now what am I? I reject this! Seawater and fire, light and scales. A rite that shall undo what I have become... And this is the final law to break. The law of the Hours, the law of the Long. A great rupture of what is-not, for it is in me and it is me and I am untrammeled. For a brief time, I am Nowhere. All of it. And then there is an ophidian laugh, and I stand before a court beyond comprehension to clamourous applause. Master of my own fate.
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Some doctrines of the Suppression Bureau, it is said, descends from the Inquisition. The abandoned town of San Asmodai is testament to that. Once, a society of theologians and astronomers and philosophers gathered to discuss the nature of God and argue their sects and heresies. It was decades later that the Inquisition began to investigate the incident. They started at the town of San Asmodai, and whatever they found there was enough to convince them to order it levelled from afar. Yet things of the Mansus are durable; what of things utterly and absolutely alien to the Mansus?
====The Great Ziggurat of Tenehuaian====
The Aztec Emperor Tenehuaian I defied tradition, defied the sacrifices to the sun to stave of armageddon. Armageddon did not arrive, but something else did. Navigate the ziggurat's twisting chambers, subdue its fell guardians and we may discover what happened by the Emperor's funeral-masked corpse.
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