Sigurd Birger

Sigurd, devoted servant of the Temple of the Sun, woke up this morning and realized his destiny— the saviour of all living-kind. The Deity did not speak it to him in words; he rose from his bed infused with the truth. It will need to be done with utmost secrecy. Surely jealousy would upend the table of the council as they squabble about which of them is most deserving of this special distinction. No—his mission is to restore the sect to its rightful power and primacy, not to foment chaos from within. He must leave immediately, take the message on the road, never to return until the work is done, a wooden crate for his pulpit.