Goals: 1. Write a poem (of any form) about something or someone at the event. 2. Convince someone to speak their mind on something important to them during the Myriadic Council. 3. Spread rumors that the temple will grant everyone a wish when opened. You are Nuncio Harlon, the "Protest Anthem Poet." Your works have been at the heart of countless revolutions, recreated on pamphlets and disseminated hand-to-hand in dingy bars. The type of poem shifts with the season and your mood, but the topics tend to be according to a single theme; rise up, and stand against your oppressors. Your writings often tend toward the direct, often including overt calls for violence against local authorities. Many have called your work grim, even bleak, but those who say such things fail to grasp your purpose. You haven't spent the eight thousand years of your life showing people their chains because you want them to feel oppressed. You've worked to show them their chains so that those chains might be cast off in favor of liberty. There is more to you, though, than the sour-faced voice of the dispossessed. You became a poet, and later gained the office of Nuncio, because you're interested in the things people have to say, and you like capturing those things in beautiful ways. You don't spread rebellion across the galaxy because you have some blanket hatred for authority, you do so because you love the voices that emerge when hegemony fades away. There is nothing you enjoy more than seeing the strange, stupid, wonderful ideas people have when left to their own devices. You've come to the [[Council of Chains]] because the mysterious Wend who has long supported your people, [[The Unsung Song]], passed intelligence to your Governor that this temple has some power within. This power, you're told, would be enough to strike back against any tyrant in the galaxy, perhaps even the [[Celestial Empress]] Herself. While you're not sure you believe She can be fought, you'll gladly settle for something that can put fear in the hearts of Her many lesser imitators. You want the temple opened, and you're not too worried about how it happens. ## Asset: [[Give 'em Something to Talk About]] Your specialty is in creating conversations. You make art which makes people talk. Whenever you want to steer an enemy toward collapse, or an ally toward salvation, you know just the tune to hum. When you perform or create art, or participate in an [[Endeavor]], any person who views or engages with the result gains one advantage for use in their next [[Combat]] or [[Negotiation]]. ## Lien: [[Bound to the Brush]] You cannot help but create. It's more than what you do, it's what you are. You are constantly doodling, humming, jotting down scraps of poetry or jokes. Whatever the form it takes, you must always be creating. If you go more than ten minutes without expressing yourself creatively, you become irritable and begin to steer conversations toward chaos and conflict.