Grip — GGR3-05 Journal

Hear me? You do not know me, but I know you. I am Agrippa. Dawn's fire. Gnaeus. Advisor to Lord Titus Metellus, grandson of the archmage of the world, Figulus Gnaeus. I am grieved now to inform you that he, after achieving great victory over the forces of evil, has died in the night. You may recall him as a mysterious figure huddled in a hut outside your walls. An occasional advisor to Lord Titus. Cornelius. What you may not know is that for six decades he waged war on your behalf and on behalf of all free beings of this world. He stood as a bulwark holding the line against the rise of spiritual tyranny in the form of a callow deity known as Ateel, the God of twisted love. This being has made it his mission to erase the free will that you exercise every day by choosing to live in this city, by choosing who to worship, who to love, and how you may best serve yourselves and your community. But for Figulus Gnaeus, there would be no Juramentum or memoria or Polex or Tehuani. We would all be slaves to the whims of a God so feckless, so desperate for validation, that he seeks through foul craft to turn all of his creation into slavering thralls. He hides himself among us.