Journals of Demetrios of Svaren Temple
It was in the years following the 4th Crusade that she was lost to me. She was my last love, the daughter of my wife, the muse of my magics. I am of House Mercere and Ordinem ministramus et sustinemus, but in this I serve myself. It is my greatest ambition, my greatest desire, and my greatest wrathful pride. But I must. By all the dormant magics in me – for the gift I was given in our daughter I will see her death avenged. It was [insert Roman family/crusader] that fell her, I am most sure. My muse was found slaughtered by my fellows with her caravan, along the roads outside the Constantinople region, returning from her first Redcap duty taking up my journeyman position among my brother’s societas … the Followers of Belin. Though she must have fought with her gifts as strongly as her men fought with arms, based on the investigations of my fellows… They report that she was alone in death, her camp murdered by those that hail from the Roman magi, masters and merchants issued forth by Innocent III, with an intention of invading the so called ‘Holy Lands’ through the sands and lands of the Nile. Though the Roman killers may not have known this would wake such a monster. In fact, it could be guessed they did not even know my daughter was of the Order – I donot doubt the chance my investigations of their directed strike could be misplaced. But I, I donot care. I have made judgment as they did. I will lurk from the shadow to form a beast, unlike their Greek forefathers ever knew. A new form of Hydra with more heads and power than they can imagine. It was through my House that I spread the word in these early months. It was at Tribunal in which I garnered support to form a beachhead against the tyrannical might of Rome. Though this will not be overt, those with mind and mettle to heed my Redcap’s call are coming from far and wide to assemble a new Covenant at the remains a lost family’s holdings on the Isle of Crete, which I have secured with a good portion of my own formidable contacts and wealth. The old Venetian holding will bare the fruits of spring. And with the support bolstered through the tragedy of such a senseless slaughter of Mercere messengers, whether anonymous or backed in name… through coin or collections… through angst or ire, against the Roman values, mercantile or for the sheer fact of their bullying nature – the call has gone out and they are coming. The first will form the core and in time reach out to draw others. And I will live longer and stronger using all my wealth and wit to fund and fulfill anyone’s wish to see the old empire become a footnote. Death will be avenged. And all that is wrong of Rome will be cut as a tumor from the heart of the Order. For we serve the Order and keep it alive.