'''The Appetent Fellowship''', home to the '''Suppliants''': , is the most prominent cult of the Mendicant Without and lies within [[the Fourth History]]. When one tires of the ordinary pleasures life has to offer, one joins the Fellowship. There can like-minded people be found, people who similarly hunger for deeper sustenance and find solace in each other's presence.

# '''The Ruination of Substance:''': There is only hunger now. Though I engage in greater debauchery with each passing day, I feel no pleasure, and yet I cannot stop. Only the Mendicant's touch is real now, a hand resting gently on my shoulder as I dream. I will never pass the Tricuspid Gatebe Crowned, but neither will I ever leave this world.

The Mendicant permits no Name and recognizes no servants officially. Despite this, several of its worshipers have risen to some degree of prominence. Those who embrace the Mendicant's ways will find themselves elevated to the rank of the Diffuse - immortal beings of tremendous vitality whose appetites anchor the soul to the body. Unlike the Long, the Diffuse can never enter the Mansus, as they are no longer able to dream above the Wood's treetops; in exchange, they gain a much more personal link with their Hour of worship, allowing them a level of privilege not ordinarily enjoyed by most Long. As such, a few have gained some particular prominence among the Diffuse. ==== The Germane, who Embraced ====The Mendicant Without appoints no representative in [[the Temple Nil]], and cares little for the affairs of [[the First City]], yet its chair is not vacant. Ever the last to arrive and the first to stand, the Diffuse who styles himself the Germane never misses a meeting. Possessed of mirth, energy and passion unbounded, he acquires opinions and discards positions as suits his mood. There is more to him, of course, but, as he'll tell you, he's not here to talk about himself. ==== Cora, who Refused ====Cora fights against what she has become every day. Her ascetic lifestyle is devoted to higher pursuits, and she denies herself all pleasures of the flesh. She never sleeps, for she fears losing control in her dreams. She is most commonly found meditating at the city's only temple to the Mendicant, of which she is the sole attendant. Her concentration must not break. ==== Vivian, who Surrendered ====Some ways from the city's walls, where faith's light fails and the niveous peaks rise, the spectral figure of Vivian can occasionally be spotted as she pads softly through the snow. There is very little left of her now, but what remains can still speak. It would be better if it couldn't.