conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: brolthemighty: This is the IC thread for Trogdor Burninator, a missionary on a mission.  It just happens to be a bit left of center.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: brolthemighty: Burn it All 
   Crazy.  It's not crazy to have ambition.  To have vision.  They just don't see it.  Can't see it.  They're too blinded by their self worth, self interest.  They know that if you are to fulfill your potential...your Destiny....that whole sectors would have to burn.  Truly Burn.  But every great piece of steel is forged in flames...and from the Burning, will come a stronger, better sector.  One under a new banner....YOUR Banner.
  
  Of course, before that happens...you have to lose the Ecclesiarchy Hit Squad that's been sent to "apprehend and detain" you.  Thankfully, you know Footfall like you were raised there.....because you were, in fact, raised there.  Luckily, you know the local Kroot Merc band that's housed up in Brown District...and that they won't be looking for you there.
  
  Slipping in through the back door, you greet the head of the local Merc's in horribly garbled, but still understandable, Kroot Tongue.  Oddly enough...he's been expecting you.  Seated at the table beside him, in a fine suit of what looks to be Xenos weave, is a man drinking recaf.  Nonchalantly, he sets down his cup and gestures towards the seat across from him. 