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The title of this article is conjecture. Although canon, no official name for the subject of this article has been given.

During the Peloponnesian War, the Spartan misthios Kassandra collected numerous notes regarding the Cult of Kosmos as well as correspondence exchanged between the Cultists. In this capacity, she also recovered clues to the identities of various members killing the cultists.

Notes

Delian League

Cultist Conversation
Two Cultists plotted against Phidias, a famous Athenian sculptor. Kassandra set out to thwart the plot and save the man's life, hoping this would also reveal the identity of those plotting against him.

Scroll from Phidias's informer
Mother,
Please, as soon as you read this, leave Athens. Dark forces are plotting there. They're targetting artists, I think, and aside from Phidias you are the most well known. Father will refuse—if he does, leave him behind. I've already left, this time for our marble quarry in Salamis. I should be safe there, but do not follow me. If they fine me, they'll find you, and I can't risk your life. Just know that what I did, I did for the glory of our family, and for the glory of the League. Write to me as soon as you are safely outside the walls,
Brison

Letter to Brison
B.,
Your whimpering at the hands of the brutish Redblood M. was echoing in all corners of our shrine... Save that pain. Remember it. Let it fester. In my lands, rebellion brews. I want you fighting by my side one day, making any who rebel against me feel the pain you felt. Or worse. When we finally move on our plans in Athens, none will stand against us. The democracy will die, and I will rule again.
Glory to the League.
P.

Note from Podarkes
Brother,
Your orders are simple—today we rush the rebellion and send every Spartan invader to the underworld. They will tremble at our might. For you, an extra mission: a mercenary has been seen our our islands, fighting for the rebellion and for Sparta. She brings chaos and devastation with her. I want you to bring this sell-sword to me, alive if possible. Her odyssey ends today.
Glory to the League
Podarkes

A Note to a Cultist
Under the disguise of a slovenly drunk, wearing a helmet twice the size of his head and hiding in the chambers of hetaerae, our Blueblood R. would seem almost comical if he weren't deadly. From those chambers, he's infiltrated the political elite's inner circle. Fools. Those who do not obey will find his hidden knife at their throats.

Letter to Podarkes
Blueblood,
Your brother returned from another glorious battle, but the Fates won't smile on him forever. Forget honor. Forget glory. Do what I do—go to the arena, watch a fight, hire the winner. It's safe, cheap, and the mongrels even put on a show! Or take after Blueblood I. and hire a good mercenary. Might be more expensive, but trust me, it's almost fun watching them die in battle for drachmae. If our Sage had a son marching on the battlefield, he wouldn't be so quick to send us to war.
Glory to the League.
K.

Mercenary's Instructions
Misthios,
As always, your work has been spotless, methodical, perfect. Your shadow casts terror across these lands. I am general to a troop of guards, and we could use you. We accept only the deadliest and most obedient soldiers. After you finish your task, meet me in my fort on Lemnos Island. I will show you our training grounds nearby. They'd impress even you.
Glory to the League.
Iobates

Letter to Podarkes
Blueblood,
Your brother returned from another glorious battle, but the Fates won't smile on him forever. Forget honor. Forget glory. Do what I do—go to the arena, watch a fight, hire the winner. It's safe, cheap, and the mongrels even put on a show! Or take after Blueblood I. and hire a good mercenary. Might be more expensive, but trust me, it's almost fun watching them die in battle for drachmae. If our Sage had a son marching on the battlefield, he wouldn't be so quick to send us to war.
Glory to the League.
K.

Job Offer
Fighter, I offer you congratulations on your victory, but your deadly skills are being wasted in the pits. There are targets and prizes worthy of your strength. Interested? Come to my home on Lesbos Island.
Join me in bringing glory to the League.
Kodros.

Letter to Brison
B.,
Your whimpering at the hands of the brutish Redblood M. was echoing in all corners of our shrine... Save that pain. Remember it. Let it fester. In my lands, rebellion brews. I want you fighting by my side one day, making any who rebel against me feel the pain you felt. Or worse. When we finally move on our plans in Athens, none will stand against us. The democracy will die, and I will rule again.
Glory to the League.
P.

Sages's note to Rhexenor
Rhexenor,
Enough incompetence—deal with Aristophanes or I'll chop off his head, then I'll chop off yours. He mocks me in his plays. Me! At a time when we need the masses afraid of Sparta, when we need them angry, he's writing comedies. Make the laughing fool cry. I'll help you one last time—I know one of Aristophanes' actors is enamored with some girl he's calling his muse.
Find her.
Glory to the League.
K.

Sage's Note to Kodros
Kodros,
I've been paying attention to your means of recruitment, and I must say they are most excellent. Arena champions make cheap labour, it distracts the people with bloody entertainment, and their heroes become our heroes as well. We live in an era where the common people's voice can break a ruler. Having them believe you're one of them can make an ally of any fool.
Glory to the League.
K.

Sage's Note to Iobates
Iobates,
Our ranks swell as the world's greatest warriors join our cause, and I understand I have you to thank. They may not all adhere to the faith, but I always prefer soldiers who are motivated by simple pleasures, like money and standing. In a world of chaos, where free-thinking philosophers and artists are treated as kings, I have no need for troops who think for themselves. Those who do, die.
Glory to the League.
K.

Eyes of Kosmos

Letter from the Sage of the Eyes of Kosmos
Sotera's ships see all, circling Salamis like a hand around a thorat. She has been instructed to call those ships home. I have secured her a warehouse in Megaris where they shall convene. There she waits. Open. Vulnerable.
My Eyes see all.
Your Sage

Note Found in the Sanctuary of Kosmos
On political unrest:
M., formerly of the Vein, is a known Eye, and a terrifying one at that. Ruthless in his oppression. Cruel in his revenge. We must use him to our advantage. Attika is large, and its people are a problem - let him deal with them. From his control of the quarry and slave trade there, he will be our eyes and ear. In his place, we welcome E. to the Vein. His expertise in building deadly - and expensive - naval vessels will serve his Sage well. And Kosmos of course.

Letter to the Master
M.,
Soon will be time to act. My contact - a fort captain who feeds me information- says Attika will soon fall, and chaos will reign over this place. Our Sage has moved into place to prepare. These lands will be ours. Every coin flowing into the city - ours. We must work in the shadows to bend the light. Now, bite your tongue - no one must know who you truly are, or what we are planning. We must see, but go unseen.
The Eyes see all.
H.

Lover's Letter to Hermippos
Hermippos, my love...
You said you’d come to my room last night. You said you’d be with me before I leave to treat our soldiers' wounds. And still I wait. My bed is cold without you. The soldiers are dull. Stupid. I long to hear your voice, your thoughts... They say you’re spending your days politicizing in the Lame One'stemple... but where do you spend your nights?
Farewell,
Your Love

Instruction for Midas
My Eyes,
Efforts by the Worshippers to resurrect the first true servant of Kosmos, Agamemnon, have failed. All traces of their dark rituals must be hidden by shadow. My eyes in Argos are led by a cunning little banker named Midas. He will clean their mess.
The Eyes see all.

Symbol on Elpenor's Cloak
Elpenor's cloak had the strangest etching. A single eye - clearly the mark of a spy, a madman, or both.

Warning to Sotera
Sotera,
Be warned. The Shadow knows you're hiding something from her. She sees everything. Of all the Sages, you must fear her. I heard she's leading the other child of the bloodline right to you. I don't know how. But you have to escape.

Letter to the Master
M.,
Soon will be time to act. My contact - a fort captain who feeds me information - says Attika will soon fall, and chaos will reign over this place. Our Sage has moved into place to prepare. These lands will be ours. Every coin flowing into the city - ours. We must work in the shadows to bend thelight. Now, bite your tongue - no one must know who you truly are, or what we are planning. We must see, but go unseen.
The Eyes sees all.
H.

Sage Letter to Midas
Midas,
Treasure of the Eyes, I wait for news. I do not like waiting. Send your messenger to the Agora so that I might hear the sweet words - Agamemnon and all traces of his lineage have been destroyed. Do this, or prepare your burial.
The Eyes see all.
N.

Etching on Hermippos's Gloves
Upon Hermippos's gloves, an etching was found. The word "Nyx." Was this an act of fealty, or provocation?

Gods of the Aegean Sea

Call for captains
I have all the gods-forsaken ships I can handle. I need captains! We're setting off to the seas bordering Andros. Send me your best, your sons, your daughters! The seas are calming, and the storm that follows will be brought by us. The world will hear our names and witness a new era of naval dominance. The dqays of the Hounds are upon us.
We are the waves.
Asterion

Letter to Asterion
Asterion,
The Sage sailed ashore to see my ship. He was impressed. It's been rebuilt. Stronger. Faster. Even Poseidon is less deadly than I. We disembark from Melos tomorrow. What I long for is battle, a chance to crack open the hulls of my enemies. What I need is a reason... someone to make an example of.
We are the waves.
Sokos

Naval battle for the Obsidian Islands
By facing Sokos in the battle, Kassandra revealed his true identity. Sokos is a Cultist and a captain bringing terror to the seas around the Obsidian Islands.

Letter to Sokos
Captain,
Our young Sage demands that we find Swordfish. Word is you're enjoying the carnage you've caused on the Obsidian Islands. So leave this manhunt to me. I heard he set sail south - maybe near Anaphi. That's where I'm headed. We are the fucking waves.
The Octopus

Leader's Note from his Son
Pater,
We sunk a small fleet last night. Fire, blood in the water, glory. Then I saw it - fear and awe in my sailor's eyes. They are actually afraid of me. I finally understand, pater. Fear is control. You were right. One day, I will be the leader Messara, and the Messarans will know true fear. But first, I'm sailing west. We have enemies in these watersm and I intend to give you a gift... their heads.
Melanthos

Sunken Goods
Kassandra uncovered a clue in the wreckacge of a sunken ship named the Shark's Head. Someone named the Mytilenian Shark was its captain. There was something more - a crest of a yellow-eyed snarling beast, the symbol of the Southern Sporades. Kassandra knew this is where she'd find her target.

Letter to Asterion
Asterion,
The Sage sailed ashore to see my ship. He was impressed. It's been rebuilt. Stronger. Faster. Even Poseidon is less deadly than I. We disembark from Melos tomorrow. What I long for is battle, a chance to crack open the hulls of my enemies. What I need is a reason... someone to make an example of.
We are the waves.
Sokos

Letter to Sokos
Captain,
Our young Sage demands that we find Swordfish. Word is you're enjoying the carnage you've caused on the Obsidian Islands. So leave this manhunt to me. I heard he set sail south - maybe near Anaphi. That's where I'm headed. We are the fucking waves.
The Octopus

Letter to the Octopus
Octopus,
My father's sending ships to join you in Anaphi - no reinforcements will reach Pephka. You have my word. My father has only one request... an answer to a question. Our Sage was last seen sailing west, and sailing alone. If anyone understands him, you do. Where is he going? And why?
We are the waves.
M.

Letter to Melanthos
Melanthos,
I sank the Shark's Head. She was a good ship. Now she's in the sea's belly north of Thera, crashed into a sunken ruin as the Sage ordered. Never did say why these structures needed to be destroyed. He's fiery, and likes his secrets. But you, you have the blood of a true leader. If you want the job of the Many-Headed Master, I'll sail under your banner.
We are the waves.
MS.

Sage letter to the Mytilenian Shark
Shark,
The southern Sporades are yours. I'm sailing to the waters south of Messenia. Anyone who follows me will be sunk.
You are the waves now.
H.

Heroes of the Cult

Letter Written in Blood
Fledglings learning good. Cracked heads like eggs in battle last night. Head guts and blood spewed out. Was a pretty sight. The trick is to start with the eyes—stick your thumbs in slow. Feel your knuckles. After that, it's easy. Got us in a temple to Poseidon in Cape Sounion. Come for a visit to see the training. Bring heads.
When all fall, we stand.
Okytos

Letter from a Rogue Cultist
Servants of the Mighty Kosmos,
We once cried out for heroes of chaos. I answered the cry. How quickly you've all forgotten. And now, this is what it's come to. One came for my head on his way to Melos. Didn't get it, praise Kosmos. Send this new mystery "Deimos" to Messara if you must. I won't be stopped. Kosmos will protect me.
When all fall, we stand.
S.

Declaration to the Heroes of the Cult
I am the Beast of Sparta, not some common dog! I demand challenge. Years of training in the shit fighting pits, killing weakling after weakling... Pephka already trembles when I enter the Arena. I want to taste the blood of a god as they die under my foot. My time has come. The trap for the other child of the bloodline is set. I have dreamed of the day I would face them in battle.
When all fall, we stand.
Belos

Letter to Okytos
Where did you find this idiot? The leader of Boeotia is a coward. I'm a fighter, not a doll. I'm here to battle. To kill. To fuck. A good life, a good death, and nothing more. Time to break out my baby—got a mace just like our Sage. Not good at breaking heads, but sure does make them squirm.
When all fall, we stand.
D.

Leader's Note from Deianeira
You weakling. You coward. I was born a Champion of Boeotia. I don’t need to prove it by dressing up like one. I don’t parade through the streets. I don’t wear feather hats. I kill. That’s all I do. And if you send me another piece of armor to wear that makes me look like an idiot, the next person I kill is you.
Deianeira

Demand for More Troops
My troops need fresh meat! We need more after some defected. Malákes cowards all of them. Stole some supplies and set off in the night. They were overheard saying they're going to Korinthia to sell the goods on the black market.
When all fall, we stand.
P.

Defector's Note
This flag was white. Now it is stained with the blood of my brothers. My sons. I will fight for this "Kosmos" no more. Our hero, Pallas, is bloodthirsty. He doesn't fight for glory. He fights to cause pain. Someone stop him. Anyone. When he marches on Achaia, someone stand against him. I've tried. I failed...

Letter to Okytos
Where did you find this idiot? The leader of Boeotia is a coward. I'm a fighter, not a doll. I'm here to battle. To kill. To fuck. A good life, a good death, and nothing more. Time to break out my baby—got a mace just like our Sage. Not good at breaking heads, but sure does make them squirm.
When all fall, we stand.
D.

Sage Letter to Belos the Beast of Sparta
You claim you're ready for a real challenge in the pits. You call yourself Belos the fucking "Beast"?! Fight like it! I'm sending a few of my favorite warriors your way. They'll show you what a real beast is. I beat them. Can you?
Your Sage

Swordfish's Secret Journal
The Legend forgets his greatest heroes. He has forgotten me. But soon, he will remember. My bandits have overrun Messara. Soon, the world will be ours. We will build a new temple for Kosmos. A pure temple. And if the Sage opposes me, they will be sacrifices on my altar. Glory to Kosmos. Glory to me.

Etching on Deianeira's Legplate
The Cultist Deianeira had roughly etched the image of a typhoon inside her legplate. Perhaps a tribute to something she respected... or perhaps an image of her next victim.

Sage Letter to Pallas the Silencer
Pallas,
I will not join you in battle. I've been hired by both the Spartans and the Athenians who are facing off in the south, so that's where I sail. You will hold Achaia alone, or you will die trying. This is our oath to Kosmos.
When all fall, we stand.
Your Sage

Peloponnesian League

Donation note
The gracious leader of the abantis Islands, Skylax, donated his personal fortune and a find collection to your war efforts here in Lokris. Today, and for everyday forward, we pledge our alliegance to Lokris as our sister nation.

Letter to Brison
B.,
Your whimpering at the hands of the brutish Redblood M. was echoing in all corners of our shrine... Save that pain. Remember it. Let it fester. In my lands, rebellion brews. I want you fighting by my side one day, making any who rebel against me feel the pain you felt. Or worse. When we finnaly move on our plans in Athens, none will stand against us. The democracy will die, and I will rule again.
Glory to the League.
P.

Overheard Cultist Conversation
In the Cult's secret gathering, a rebellious Cultist faced an ultimatum: fall in line, or his family would suffer. Kassandra knew this information could be used against him or against the Cult.

Olympic Declaration
This declaration hereby recognizes these great champions as true servants of the gods in Olympia:
Epainetos, Horse Master, racing in the name of Poseidon
Kallias, Master Grappler, fighting in the name of Kosmos
Hippokratides, Master of Javelins, throwing in the name of Hermes

Cultist Attack on Naxos
Myrrine, the bold leader of Naxos Island, was a marked target. The Cult's guards were involved in the plot, meaning a Cultist was behind it all. They were carrying pouches heavy with Paros coins that directly point toward Silanos, a rival oligarch of Paros

Encoded scroll from the Cult's assassins
With Aspasia's aid, Kassandra decoded a scroll revealing the impossible: one of Sparta's two kings was a Cultist.

Peloponnesian symbol on Skylax's breasplate
Upon Skylax's breastplate was a mark of Peloponnesian royalty. This Cultist's Sage was clearly a man of great wealth.

Sage Letter to Kallias
Redblood,
The Olympic truce is hanging by a thread in these tormented times. We need to sever that thread. Now it is time to appear strong. Even within our own ranks, only strength commands fear. And only fear brings respect. I'm giving you this opportunity. Don't make me look weak for trusting you.
The true blood runs red.

Sage Letter to the Monger
Redblood,
The king has sent Brasidas to Korinthia. He has been a thorn in our side long enough. Send him back to Sparta on his shield.
The true blood runs red.
P.

Letter to Stentor
Stentor,
Your work in Megaris has not gone unseen. For your final task, bring us victory in Boeotia - a task even the Wolf himself could not achieve. Then you will have earned your place among us as a Redblood. You are close. Do not waver. The true blood runs red.
P.

The Silver Vein

Cultist Expedition Notes
I've found it - in Andros rests the greatest, most ancient forge in the known world. I demand slaves, guards, ships, drachmae, and metal. In Kosmos's name, we shall built the greatest armory in the world. I set sail soon. Who sails with me?
Let the world be in your debt.
The Chimera

Sage's Note to the Centaur
Centaur,
The job of the captains transporting slaves to your mines in Euboea is to scare them, not kill them. If one more arrives starved, sick, or dead, we'll cut off your captain's balls and feed them to you.
Let the world be in MY debt.
Your Sage

Letter to the Chimera
Chimera,
Kosmos and our Sage, the Illustrious Wise, are pleased. The slave rebellion in Attika's silver mine is stamped out, the bodies are due to be hung from posts, and we let the whole affair grow violent and bloody enough to send fear into the hearts of every peasant in the land. For this, we are to be rewarded. About time. I say we owe ourselves a good drink.
Let the world be in your debt.
Silver Griffin

Slaver's Gift
Overseer,
For your help with our little slave problem, a gift. I collected this from Epiktetos's things after Deimos was done with him. A bit of a trophy, the way I might mount a lion's head on a spike. Take it. It's yours. I'd love to you in it. Come to Prasonisia Island... alone.
Let the world be in your debt.
Silver Griffin

Letter to the Silver Griffin
Silver Skin,
Word is Deimos came to you to help your little problem - we need him. Klitos, a dockhand, stole plans from my office. He knows everything. How we're forcing the Athenians and Spartans into ship battles. How we're selling ships to both sides. He even knows the Sage's identity, and the fort he's in. Deimos has to find him and stop him before he tells anyone. Tell him Klitos was last seen heading to Shipwreck Cove in Achaia. Tell him to be fast. And brutal.
Let the world be in your deb.
M.

Dead Man's Note
Machaon - Port of Patrai, Achaia.
Order - 8 triremes for Sparta. 12 triremes for Athens. 6 merchant ships for the Eyes of Kosmos to surveil the ports of Salamios and Athens. 1 heavy trireme for the Shark. 3 black-sailed biremes for the Silver-Skinned C. Latest mission report: the Spartans of the Silver Islands fell for it, and sailed right into our trap. 3 Spartan ships destroyed. 2 Athenian ships destroyed. Both are expected to order more. On the other child of the bloodline: the Athenian blockade in Megaris was broken, as promised. This should be the start of a profitable relationship.

Letter to the Chimera
Chimera,
Kosmos and our Sage, the Illustrious Wise, are pleased. The slave rebellion in Attika's silver mine is stamped out, the bodies are due to be hung from posts, and we let the whole affair grow violent and bloody enough to send fear into the hearts of every peasant in the land. For this, we are to be rewarded. About time. I say we owe ourselves a good drink.
Let the world be in your debt.
Silver Griffin

Letter to the Silver Griffin
Silver Skin,
Word is Deimos came to you to help your little problem - we need him. Klitos, a dockhand, stole plans from my office. He knows everything. How we're forcing the Athenians and Spartans into ship battles. How 'were selling ships to both sides. He even knows the Sage's identity, and the fort he's in. Deimos has to find him and stop him before he tells anyone. Tell him Klitos was last seen heading to Shipwreck Cove in Achaia. Tell him to be fast. And brutal.
Let the world be in your deb.
M.

Silver on the Centaur's waistband
The Centaur's waistband was silver encrusted. These Cultists clearly knew great wealth.

Note Found in the Sanctuary of Kosmos
On political unrest:
M., formerly of the Vein, is a known Eye, and a terrifying one at that. Ruthless in his oppression. Cruel in his revenge. We must use him to our advantage. Attika is large, and its people are a problem - let him deal with them. From his control of the quarry and slave trade there, he will be our eyes and ear. In his place, we welcome E. to the Vein. His expertise in building deadly - and expensive - naval vessels will serve his Sage well. And Kosmos of course.

Sage Letter to Machaon the Feared
Machaon,
There's a rodent in your midst. A man named Klitos. Find him. Kill him. Report to me in Achaia personally.
You will be in my debt.
P.

Worshippers of the Bloodline

Letter Between Two Worshippers
Worshipper H.
The others are gathering up like a storm. Here, in Phokis! Down the throat of Kosmos they go, hoods and cloaks, into his belly to pray. I watch them gather from my den. Want to feed them to my wolves. Every one of them. If any understand the desire for flesh, it is you. We are the same in that way.
Blood will last.
Worshipper Z.

Zoisme's Journal
Oh Kosmos, Lord of Lords, the blood will last. I will find the Great White Bear, the beast in the caves of Malis, so that I might be closer to you. I might hear your wailing from its gaping maw. I might hear them scream and beg. Show them no mercy, Great Suffering Lord. Show them the pain they show us.
And blood will last.
Zoisme

Conversation with a Cultist
Kassandra came to learn that Deimos, was saved from Mount Taygetos that fateful night, only to then fall into the hands of the Cult. But who is controlling whom? The answers would reveal themselves in time.

Follower's Note
Master Harpalos,
Glory to you and death to your enemies under the great Ares, the Bloodstained, the Destroyer, the Stomer of Cities. Your words in the ruins touched our hearts, as if He Who Rallies Men was speaking to us through your mortal flesh. We will heed your call and head to the island of Keos, to the cave under the reclining lion. Pirates or not, blood is blood on the altar of Ares.

Letter to Harpalos
Worshipper H.
May the Chosen Blood guide you. The whispers say you are following the trail of the other child of the bloodline. Draw the bloodline to us. Come to Kythera - The Sage I. has been gone so long, and my gentle students yearn for a cruel hand. No hand is as cruel as yours. Worshipper Z., after she fed a priest to her wolves, was driven from Phokis. I cleansed her of her stains, and I can do the same for you.
Blood will last.
D.

Letter to Diona
Worshipper,
On the Sage's orders, I've arrived in Pephka. I am close. The ruins are here. I can feel their dark secrets singing to me... Imagine, the bloodline may have originated here. Soon, I will know for certain. By the time you read this, my temple, my old life, will be discovered. Only you can know the truth - I killed them. Every worshipper under me. They were of no use now.

Forever, blood will last.

Information on Melite's Whereabouts
In Pephka, Kassandra came to know about the Cultist named Melite resided in a villa in Kydonia.

Letter to Chrysis
Worshipper,
Hera guide your hand in gathering your devoted. Hiding in the tombs was a group of Followers of Ares. Their passion burns me. Their love is a crushing embrace. I am to them as the Chosen One is to me. I will bring my new Followers to be blessed by Worshipper D. before returning home to cleanse the lands of filth. The Seer will be pleased.
Blood will last.
H.

Symbol on Zoisme's mask
Upon Zoisme's mask were engraved strange symbols of worship. Whatever foul god they invoked did not protect her from death.

Letter to Harpalos
Worshipper H.
May the Chosen Blood guide you. The whispers say you are following the trail of the other child of the bloodline. Draw the bloodline to us. Come to Kythera - The Sage I. has been gone so long, and my gentle students yearn for a cruel hand. No hand is as cruel as yours. Worshipper Z., after she fed a priest to her wolves, was driven from Phokis. I cleansed her of her stains, and I can do the same for you.
Blood will last.
D.

Letter to Diona
Worshipper,
On the Sage's orders, I've arrived in Pephka. I am close. The ruins are here. I can feel their dark secrets singing to me... Imagine, the bloodline may have originated here. Soon, I will know for certain. By the time you read this, my temple, my old life, will be discovered. Only you can know the truth - I killed them. Every worshipper under me. They were of no use now.

Forever, blood will last.

Sage's letter to Melite
Melite
I demanded obedience, and you answered. The way you slaughtered those in the temple... I see myself in you. Few understand there is no sacred blood other than the Chosen Blood. Continue down this path, Worshipper, and you may one day replace me. With your sacrifice complete, we can now perform the ritual in Chios.
Blood will last.
I.

Deimos

Encounter at the Temple of Kosmos
In the depths of that strange gathering on that strange night, Kassandra was confronted by her lost brother. Now known only as "Deimos," the boy had grown into a man... a terrible, violent man.

Aspasia

The Ghost's Whisper to Deimos
The other child of the bloodline has returned from the dead. Go to them and do as we've shown you. Bring them pain but never death; death of the bloodline is for Kosmos to give, and no one else. You will be manipulated. You will be tempted. Do not waver. Truth is weakness. Love is pain. Only in Kosmos can you find true glory and true peace.

The Ghost's Whisper to Hydra
You have set fire to the waves, as Kosmos commanded, but soon peace will come. When it does, you must rise above your wayward ambition to be controller of the seas. Imagine the world Kosmos has shown me: None shall sail without sailing under you. You will own the seas, and I the land, as king and queen, ruling over the entire world.

The Ghost's whisper to Kleon
One day soon, Kosmos will demand this war's end. When the day comes, you shall be victor. I have gifted you Perikles. I have give you Athens. For these gifts, I ask only one thing in return—unite the Greek cities under one banner—mine—and raze all those who oppose you to the ground. To prove your worth, start with Mytilene. If you can convince the people of your city to massacre the Mytileanians, Kosmos will grant you infinite power.

The Ghost's whisper to Pausanias
One day soon, Kosmos will demand this war's end. When that day comes, you shall be victor. I have gifted you Megaris, Arkadia, and will gift you Boeotia. Soon, I will gift you Archidamos—the other child of the bloodline will believe him to be the Cultist King and tear him down. Let it happen. Enjoy the show. For these gifts, I ask only one thing in return—unite the Greek cities under one banner—mine—and raze all those who oppose you to the ground.

The Ghost's Whisper to Exekias
You and your heroes have been shackled to this dying war for too long. Soon Kosmos will bring us peace, and when he does, that peace will need enforcement. You will be the enforcer. The Sage Worshipper will be my spirit. The Sage Eye my sight. But you shall be my hand. Those who oppose my will, the will of Kosmos manifest, will be yours to punish. Take revenge for all you've suffered during these violent times.

The Ghost's whisper to Polemon
Of all servants to Kosmos, none so wants the war to rage on as you. So let this be a warning: peace will be mine. This world will fall under one rule. If you stand opposed to me, you will be the first of many sacrifices I burn in Kosmos' honor. I will never earn your respect, so I will instead demand your submission. In the name of Kosmos.

The Ghost's Whisper to Iokaste
This is a time of change, of death and rebirth, a time of genesis. All Kosmos has planned has lead to this moment. The people will need you in our new world. Answer their prayers. Guide them to Kosmos. In the coming times, their faith will enslave them, and you, Iokaste, will be their slaver.

The Ghost's Whisper to Nyx
A great rift is dividing the people of Athens. Soon that rift must be healed. The world will fall under one rule—ours. Your many eyes must look within those city walls and snuff out those who would seek to oppose our rule. Let Athens be an example for the world. Share nothing you see with the Cult. What your eyes see, what your ears hear, is for me alone to know. Kosmos does not just command it, he demands it.

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