Throughout these terrible times, you have been visited by compelling dreams, crying for you to search for your Lord at the top of Mount Sinai. In the end the dreams, pulling directly at your soul, become to much to resist, and you set out for a long and ardous journey.
But somehow, you manage, and at last you arrive at the summit, panting in the thin air, the cold clawing at your flesh. You look around... and see only eleven other travelworn pilgrims. No Messiah here, that you can see.
You are bitterly disappointed and confused, but also utterly exhausted, so you stumble off to find some hollow or other shelter to spend the night in.
Maybe the night will bring clarity.
BigFella, Disciple
CaptainBlicero, Disciple
Koru, Seeker
Mackay, Messiah
mith, Disciple
Orakel, Disciple
Polotet, Seeker, killed by the Anti-Christ
cuban smoker, Minion of the Beast, lynched
eillid, Seeker, killed by the Anti-Christ
quercitron, Anti-Christ, banished
Lucresia, Minion of the Beast, dead
Corsato, Minion of the Beast, dead