Our Exalted Council
O Great Council, it who has brought light to our fair town since its inception, hear our call!
The Hand of Vast Unknowing, the Eye of Ceaseless Watching - it is You who have protected us from horrors of the world unbound. Even as you stew in your cell of Velvet - a Panopticon within a Panopticon - it is thine divinity that shields us from base mortal concepts like war and conflict.
Those who may seek to find themselves at the top of your Tower, your Home, will find themselves trapped in an eternal Spiral. They shall find themselves without sanity as they hear the Song of your many Gibbering Mouths.
Some may call the Beholding’s repulsion of magic a power unlike any other on this plane, but your devoted followers beg to differ - there is nothing more delightful than watching the futile arcanum of sordid charlatans sputter out and fail as they grasp onto the final threads of concentration.
Oh, how we beg to be enveloped in thine divine Breath! Coat our bodies with your delectable Bile so we may ascend to the Realm Afar.
Every Tuesday, we ride in thine Name - building Spires and Artifacts so you may watch even more of the Town from your Holy Tower.
Thank you, O Great Council, for all you have done!
Signed,
Your devoted servants.
Your devoted servants.
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