- Ten Thousand Guns Cult Compound -Welcome to the land of milk and honey, friend, where the sex is good and the ambrosia flows like water. Nestled here in the folds of Beta Sector is a fair-sized marble temple, a thousand cubits deep and wide, gleaming in the sharp Upwarp light like silver. Twenty-three towering minarets jut from the low-slung building in the pattern of a hedgehog's quills, bristling and sharp with razor-tapered tips. The front gate, a great oaken affair, has two stone statues flanking it - one of Frostbyte in his glassine armor, a standing sentinel, and one of Frostbyte in nothing at all, grinning as he pours out the infinite contents of a cornocopia.
Once inside the gate, the Cult Compound stretches off in a series of streets which lead to areas ranging in style of environment. Minute deserts are represented, as are oceanic planes, frigid mountain sides, and low and sweet-grassed valleys. Sections of both high and low gravities are available, but any area where the atmosphere changes from that consumed by the vast majority of sentients appears to be restricted to a minaret. Within this area, moving around gracefully and updating and adapting the itineries of Worship, Learning, and Rest is Sweet William. At each point that he enters between the gates, he is swept by the briefest of cellular scans, in order to ensure that he is not his StrangeSelf.
The Secretary wears a complex garment, formed from multiple layers of black silk that hang from his shoulders as a slit tabbard and are then woven to form various sigils as it falls down his body. Underneath are equally black stockings and undergarments, his gait rendered changed by the heeled boots he wears.
As we peek in upon the Secretary as he makes his daily rounds, we see him entering the presence of his God, the mighty warrior and wise teacher Frostbyte, who even now preaches to his flock. Observe as he is flanked on either side by a pair of twin dolphins, who affectionately keep him clean of the Ring that flows from him, gently licking it from his lips as he speaks on the nature of reality. With one wandering hand, he caresses lewdly over their writhing erections, feeling over the tapered flesh with butter-soft fingertips. With another stalwart hand he makes the gesture signifying UpTop, cupped fingers above a curled thumb, pinky directed upwards. Observing him are seven times seven of his flock, he who he feels are most ready to follow in his footsteps.
"Go north from here," he says, "And travel the tubes of Up to the farthest reaches, until you reach an iron gate three times your height," he says, pointing to [Abu Sadim]?, the noble vine-spider of the far land of Yggdrasil? who stands precisely two and three quarter meters tall. "There you will step through and find yourself on the other side in a snowy mountain range. Wait there until the setting of the sun, and then run towards it as fast as you can, brooking no hesitation. Though the snow may slide from beneath your feet, you will steady yourself with your conviction in your fortitude. Though the wind may chill you, you will warm yourselves with your compassion for each other. Though the towering mountains may strike fear in your heart, you will embolden yourselves with your valor. When you find the garden where the bamboo grows, ask for Amasu, and to be taught of coita. In this way you can learn to be as I." He smiles with buddhic serenity, then kisses both dolphins, lewdly. "Go, or stay, but be happy."
The pupils disperse in groups of two to seven, with one lone eye floating laconically past the Secretary, leaving Frost alone with his first student for the time being. He grins. "Hello there, Ring-bearer," he purrs, slinking from his pedestel, naked and soon glistening gold.