<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X16GQqA.jpg?1)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Mother Freya</span></div><br/>It was working, slowly yet surely word of Aros was spreading, and each day her flock grew, and each night more seats were filled at her nightly sermons. It wasn't just her general congregation that was growing, but her trusted "Hands" were growing in number as well, those who didn't just hear the word of Aros, but wanted to contribute to it's spread. They were not particularly "special" in any way, in fact many had been labeled as weak and useless by the rest of society. But not Freya, she understood their value, and she knew their strength.<br/><br/>It was these chosen few that she met with late one night, after the rest of the congregation dispersed back to their homes. She had gathered them inside the church, humble and cramped, but intimate and secret, "Thank you for staying. I wanted to meet with you all in private, so that I could properly thank you and pass along Aros's blessings. For you have all gone above and beyond in his name, and provided me invaluable help in this time of budding growth. However as grateful as I am, I'm afraid I must also ask even more of you, for our work, his work, is far from over" she said, walking around the alter to Aros, running a slender hand along it, "You have all been chosen, to provide a most vital service to the church. For you see you all have a special power, a blessing from Aros, and it is the very thing that has made so many people label you as lesser. Your struggles, your suffering, and your destitution make you invisible to the eyes of uncharitable men. People look straight past you, as if you simply blend into the scenery, and because of this they are willing to do and say things in your presence that they would otherwise keep tightly concealed. This is your power, your gift, for while the people of this city must hear the word of Aros, it is equally important that Aros hear the word of the people. And it is you who shall be his eyes and ears in this land"<br/><br/>A quaint smile peaked from beneath her habit as she grabbed a<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">necklace</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/xDIQ9nT.jpg)</div></div>that had been hanging off the alter, bearing the holy symbol of Aros. There were several others just like it also hanging off the shrine, glimmering silver ornaments to their Lord, "I shall not lie, this task will not come without it's share of dangers. There are many who do not take kindly to others dealing in their secrets, no matter how just the cause. But fear not, for you are all the holy knights of the church, and while you do not wear armor nor carry swords..." she said, holding up the holy pendant and suddenly grabbing it by the bottom and pulling down, unsheathing the<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">dagger</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/VezPpaQ.jpg)</div></div>hidden inside. It was not a fearsome weapon, no great axe or regal sword, but it would easily slip between a man's ribs or slice across his throat, and hanging hidden around a beggar's neck one would never see it's sting coming until it was too late, "...Aros always protects those who carry out his work" the holy woman cooed, sheathing the hidden blade, stepping forward to drape it around the nearest man's neck. She would do the same with every man and woman present, grabbing a pendant and dubbing them each a holy knight of Aros, the symbols their secret badges of station, all of them now just as noble as the fools who danced around in the royal court, if not more.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>While at night Freya may have dealt in private, by day she never shied away from the public, even when it came time shine light upon the city's greatest sinners and condemn them for their actions, "Goodest people of Hexville" Freya declared to those gathered for the daily luncheon, all heads immediately turning to their kind mother, even those who had previously come only for the food and would ignore her preaching now standing in rapt attention, "It is known to all that this great city is wounded, no more deeply than here in the city's Inner Sanctum" she started, having recently taken to calling the area the "Inner Sanctum" instead of the "Slums", a simple yet effective change of language that would help the people shift their perspectives of themselves. They were not mere urchin wallowing in squalor, they were the true heart of the city, a spiritual sanctuary in a wasteland of sin, "And like all wounds it is prone to filth and infection, and no matter how many balms and bandages we apply to it, until the source of that infection is cut out it will continue to fester again and again" she said, stepping down from her soap box to instead walk amongst the people, laying gentle hands upon them, letting a small wave of invigorating healing energy wash over each one. Though this euphoria would pass just as quickly as it came, and a few moments later their nagging aches and pains from the hard day would return, demonstrating her point, "Though the Inner Sanctum is truly blessed by Aros, the humble throne of his holy land, there is still wickedness in our midst. This evil is not some nebulous force, it is not some vague, disembodied cloud that hangs in the air. It is people, real faces and names that instead of working to help the downtrodden and spread Aros's light are happy to prey upon the city's most vulnerable. They are the ones who profit off the poor, the ones who take advantage of the blind eye given to us, the ones  who see the scraps we are left and are happy to hoard them for themselves rather than help us all take a seat at the table. And it is not just here in the Sanctum, but all throughout the city, all working to ensure your continued suffering. They are the true infection within this city, and while they do not wield the same oppressive authority and power as the Queen herself, they are just as responsible for the sorry state of things as she is. And so we believe it is time to shed light upon the wicked, and start putting names and faces to those responsible for the suffering of Aros's people" she said.<br/><br/>One of her trusted knights would then step forward, producing a wanted poster that some may have seen before plastered across the streets, "one such name is one many of you already know, Stacy Chains. She isn't the only "freedom fighter" who carries her message with random acts of violence, but she is the most dangerous. Some may be taken with her charisma and theatrics, but make no mistake, the only entertainment she cares about is her own, and sooner or later that entertainment will come at your expense, or perhaps the expense of your loved ones" she said, walking past a mother who cradled a baby in her arms and petting the child's head for emphasis, "People like her label themselves anarchists, those who seek to bring about change at any cost. Do not believe these lies, for while they may succeed in tearing down the established powers, they have nothing of worth to put in it's place. For the only thing more damaging to the people than oppressive order, is unrestrained chaos. To follow people like her would only replace the red princess with crimson soaked streets. It is no coincidence that she and the Queen share the same colors..."