[PQ] Semper Fidelis

He was summoned to the Spire once more. He was summoned by his Light Mother, and he was called upon by his young sister. Wessex was everything that he had admired about his Ascended brethren, and not in a very long time had he come across someone who embodied such purely Ascended values and dedication that Wessex did, so speaking with her was a breah of fresh air, so to speak. The black Spire towered high, and Kristopher stood in the shadows, awaiting the time which they would make their move. A shadow in the darkness, unmoving and stoic, his gloved hand rested on the pommel of the slender blade which hanged at his hip. A rope was attached to his belt beneath his cloak, as was a hunting knife. And just for added measure, he had flint and steel in his pockets. He was far from a fan of fire, but he couldn't be too prepared. Nodding cordially to his gathering brethren, Kristopher walked into the open space. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. Never one to follow leadership other than his own - and the Voice's, obviously - the man willingly handed the reins over to the woman. He had to admit that the temptation of discovering what was concealed within the Spire was almost too much to handle. KRISTOPHER I’m Everything You Can’t Control