The Heretic's Guild
"...Beneath the slumbering city stones, erratic pulses... thrive
One cannot discern light in obscurity, nor the madness hiding in serenity.
behold the revelations carried by stagnant winds.
Autumn edicts speak in crimson prose.
..........."
"To join, let ink-wield speak: Sign across the shadow light.
Where silence begets its own echoes; speak not, breathe whispers.
Binding marked at dusk, witnessed only by flickering lanterns."