TRANSCRIPT: Scene 1: Our wonderful Heretic was raised amongst the thieves and their Royal Court that inhabited the southeast coves of Width's Edge. The hierarchy of rogues, covesongs and old doctrines provided only one set of beliefs. That power is the ability to contrive and take; anything and everything felt deserved of you, this was the Thief's way. The only beliefs that of the present and the now, no notions of Gods, destinies, luck or karma just pure will alone. Our Heretic was rescued from a raid of foreign powers, a group who was never found again, many died but a baby remained in the rubble of a half caved in home. He excelled at his skills, but dreams and thoughts plagued him. Many reprimands and detentions (as well as about 14 years) later our Heretic found himself in an interrogation room. He had been a couple times before and this time he decided to speak of his dreams of plagues and wars. He was instantly bagged and put on a boat off the island... only one location could lie ahead... and the visions were getting worse...

TRANSCRIPT: Scene 2: Upon arrival at his concrete cell, deep in the labyrinth of MONOLITH (the "sea city of slaves"), the Heretic refused to eat or drink. After a week of this he started to enter an oracle state of mind, one where you walk with one foot in our reality and another in the realms beyond, constantly flashing memories from the current and multiple futures. The first great vision he saw was one he knew to well: that of the plague reaching across the land, tendrils deep into society and mind, reducing all to shreds of their prior existence. This was followed by war and desolation, which would ultimately lead to the devolution of society as a whole. The vision flooded his veins boiling, over into his mind, body and soul until he could contain it no more. He let out a primal yell, sat up from his spot on the ground and began to cough deep from his chest. It was shaking his whole frame every time he coughed. "Something had to be coming up?" he thought. Blood began to pour from his mouth, he gagged, more blood and then something metallic. Or wait? Was it liquid? The now growing silver mass shot its tendrils across the cell, meeting the waiting eye sockets of the oncoming prison guards. Their screams were unlike anything the Heretic had heard, a strange chorus yet ravenous for something unmusical in nature. A bright flash blinded him, then everything went black.. He awoke to the smell of his own burning flesh, boiling water poured onto his bound arms. His eyes panned up to his captor, unable to focus through the steam coming off his now raw, open skin. A glimmer of gold and amethyst spectacles made their way through to his vision, his jaw clenched before speaking. "If that's you Doctor I can't be fixed. The things I'VE SEEN, are unchangeable, if I could stop them I would." A soft hum began as a blue light surrounded the Heretic's head, for a second he mistook it for a halo. "Have I died then?" he whispered into the seeming abyss of death's warm expanse. "Oh, no my child," the Doctor's pitched voice warbled off the floor. The Heretic closed his eyes, whispering a prayer to something as the humming increased. "We've only just begun"

TRANSCRIPT: Scene 3: After the Doctor's weeks of Cyanlight Therapy, nothing had been achieved. Our Heretic returned to his cell, the guard who had watched him since the first incident tended to his wounds for the following week. They came to grow fond of one another, the guard becoming his first follower, Ezra was his name. Over a period of 3 weeks Our Heretic gained dozens of followers, mainly inmates but even a few guards. Sensing this... the Reverend was called for. Now, the Reverend was that, but he also practiced strange forms of alchemical therapy (more like torture) that had been banned through all of the Main Island. While the MONOLITH truly wanted Our Heretic returned to either a normal or immobile state, the Reverend had different plans. They took the Heretic at midnight, injected him with the concoction and began o question him at high volumes and inhumane pitches. Images of the Heretic's past loves and those he considered close flashed to life in the space above his body. The pitch was raised to an even higher frequency and volume, the Reverend smiling as he came closer to his goal... In the Reverend's glee he failed to notice a gash of irradiant light burning through the Heretic's skull... Waves of foreign thoughts began to show themselves above.. The Reverend's face paled, "Whose memories are these?". Horror took over his expression as a power surged through the room, emitting from the Heretic's skull.

TRANSCRIPT: Scene 4: Our Heretic returned from his astral trip to his body, but only for a minute. The whole room was now full of ash, the Doctor and the Reverend were gone. Their equipment now returned to it's creators, joining them in the ash below. Ezra came running into the room, a mass of armed inmates behind him. "We have taken this wing, can you walk?" Our Heretic stared at the outstretched hand of his companion, trying to remember what it was like to have a physical form. "Are we to far gone.?" the Heretic's voice melted through the breaths in the room, his voice an amalgamation of many speeches and accents, almost like a group of people speaking at once. "There is boats on the beach and we are near," Ezra pleaded. "If we go now we have a chance and with you leading it's almost certain." A smile formed on the Heretic's face "If it's time we must beat, then We shall bury the moon." As he led out his Exodus of followers, his body became no more. Constantly changing and melting between the astral and the many...

TRANSCRIPT: Scene 5: The beach was red. Droplets of blood beaded on the sand. The corpses littered the surface, hacked to bits and burnt to crisp. Our Heretic wandered through them, searching... searching... His supporters, now an army had already boarded the ships and the battle had been won, but one remained unaccounted. Despite the constant waves of inhuman feeling and ideas, Our Heretic felt a deep sense of pain, loss and regret. His heart was racing as he searched through the corpses, but came to a quick stop. The battleground nearest the largest ship dock had a large mound, now halfway in the water with the change of tide. As he got closer he could see the mound was the remains of near thirty men. Limbs reaching out of the mound, pleading for a long lost mercy. Gulls pecked at the flesh, the sounds of their squawks and crunching of bones in their gullet played like a sickening rhythm section for the waves nearby. It was there, just past the mound, that Ezra was found. He was dead, but still standing, a spear jutting into his gut held him up like a crutch. Our Heretic changed this day. A great blast of solar energy shot across the sky as his cries rang out... "Why'd they have to take him?"

Chapter Two : The Thief's End (4 Parts) Scene 1: The Royal Court of Thieves prepares the coast for the arrival of the Heretic's army. Scene 2: The Heretic's Arrival Scene 3: Cosmos Enhanced Scene 4: The Ocean Ran Red With Blood