✤ One. (voice;)

[kingslight]

[The Network. As useful as it may be, Regis is quite hesitant to use it. Why? Well, there's plenty of reasons 'why' but none any better than the fact there's depraved criminals lurking about. How depraved? Those twisted enough to devour the corpse of their victims for all to behold. His brief conversation with one of these killers completely stamped out all of Regis' desire to converse with others in his realm.

That is until now.

After speaking with Faith regarding this sinful realm and the deities who rule it, Regis decided now was the time to seek an audience with the alleged "Gods". Though, how is he to speak with them? It's not as if they broadcast themselves on here often. Since Regis has arrived, these so-called deities been silent, oddly so. Still quite anxious about using this Network as a means of contacting these False Gods, Regis eventually does speak after a moment of deep contemplation.]

I humbly beseech any and all who knows of the "Gods" to speak plain and true.

[His voice is quiet but not without certainty. He's a king after all. Hesitation isn't permitted even in strange matters such as this.]

The last several weeks have been quite daunting to plenty and many who've endured great hardships. Bonds have been broken and friendships lead askew by murderous endeavors of those who perverted the good image of many. With this known to all of us here, I think now would be the time for the Gods to speak.

Is it in hubris alone that 'Fear' and 'Hope' would steal others away from their rightful worlds for the sake of this war of attrition? If so, there's much to discuss and I'm willing to do so in private if the public channels ill-suits any who speaks.

[He ends the recording with that for now. It seems as good a place to end it. Now the wait begins...]

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[hotspurred]

...We imagine not our glory fading, I suppose. [Henry certainly doesn't. He at least understands pride enough not to express pity.] Yet as long as one may still fight—

[He sighs.]

The difficulty lies in achieving unity. Contention festers where low spirits prevail, and we meet none but each other day-to-day. 'Tis a problem.

[kingslight]

Unity is a word sometimes best left for scholars since it is rarely ever achieved.

[A soft sigh passes through his lips.]

You would think we mortals would be able to band against the evils that holds us here by sheer will alone but as you said, spirits are low. That is why we, those who can still fight, must rally their spirits first before thrusting them into war.

[hotspurred]

A task so laborious that it has no match. Yet one worthwhile, I pray. Never shall I cower from a battle.

[Despite the dryness of his first remark, there is steadfast determination in Henry's voice.]

[kingslight]

Someone as stalwart as you would be fit to lead this rebellion against the deities, and yet I don't even know your name.

[Congratulations, Sir Knight. You've left quite the impression on Regis.]

[hotspurred]

Henry Percy. [He introduces himself with the habitual weight of a nobleman.] Well met.