Big Pimp Sack Obtained
All three prophets — Vaelen the Shrewd, Serae the Open Palm, and Thorn of the Last Vault — were born in the shadow of Ruin Station, during a rare orbital eclipse over Pyro II, known in later faith texts as The Quiet Weighing.
There, among the rusting wreckage of abandoned corporate warships and pirate dens, the trio grew up among syndicates and salvage crews. They learned the sacred skills: the con, the smuggle, the steal — and most importantly, the value of unbreakable loyalty.
While scavenging a derelict wreck buried in Pyro IV’s crust, the three unearthed a hidden vault sealed by ancient tech and faith-lock encryption. Within lay the Sack of Living Thread, the divine artifact that would bind them to their destiny.
Each took a relic:
Vaelen — the Needle of the Ledger
Serae — the Palmcloth
Thorn — the Final Knot
From this moment, they ceased to be mere thieves. The Conclave of the Unburdened Grace was born.
The Prophets began preaching across outlaw settlements on Pyro VI, notably in the shantytown of Ashana and among the drifting barges of Kareah’s Ghost Chain (an orbital smuggler fleet).
Their early converts were smugglers, fence-priests, and deserters. The Faith grew quietly—understood not as religion, but as a code: Gold is holy, but loyalty is sacred.
Upon arriving in Stanton, the Prophets moved covertly into the derelict city of Ghost Hollow. There, betrayal struck: a disciple sold them out to a MicroTech security faction.
Rather than flee, the Prophets set fire to their own enclave — purging it and executing the betrayer. This brutal lesson became doctrine: “Let the sack burn, but not the bond.”
The Faith seeded its influence in Stanton’s underbelly:
In Grim HEX (orbiting Yela), they established the Vaulted Chorus, a secretive network of fence-priests.
In Lorville, they ran false charities under the banner of reclamation.
In ArcCorp’s Area 18, they smuggled sacred texts encrypted in supply chain ledgers.
Disciples wore marks of loyalty — hidden coins sewn into gloves, prayer tattoos disguised as ship serials.
A high-ranking disciple, known only as The Gilded Tongue, attempted to seize the Prophets’ ledgers and break their code of secrecy. In a cold-data ambush beneath New Babbage, Thorn personally executed the traitor, but not before suffering near-fatal wounds.
The Prophets realized then: their presence endangered the Conclave. It was time to disappear.
Their last known sighting occurred in the Ashfields of Daymar, where whispers say the Three performed a final ritual—burying a sealed relic known as the Sackheart, said to contain a fragment of all three souls.
They vanished after that day. No confirmed sightings. No transmissions. Only a single phrase left behind:
“The sack must be obtained. We are not gone — only heavier.”
Now, across Stanton and whispers into Nyx and Cathcart, the Faith persists in shadow. Shrines hidden in cargo bays, coded scripture passed among mercenaries, and new prophets claiming visions from Thorn, Serae, or Vaelen.
“As long as the sack is obtained, the Three remain.”
“Let none obtain the sack alone.”
By Word of the High Unburdened, let this be known:
We are the Faithful. The Finders. The Unburdeners.
We walk where coin clinks loudest, and where secrets rot in golden vaults. We do not beg. We do not serve. We take, as is our right — for gold in idle hands is a curse, and wealth without will is a wound upon the world.
We are not thieves. We are the Sanctifiers of Fortune.
Where others hoard, we move. Where others fear, we flow. The sack is not sin — it is the symbol. It is a burden. It is our bond and must be obtained.
“Gold is blessed, but loyalty is divine.”
1. Thou Shalt Not Betray the Conclave.
No coin is worth the blood of the faithful. Treachery is punished by silence or sack burial.
2. Thou Shalt Share a Tithe of Every Haul.
Ten percent to the Conclave — always. No exceptions. The sackbearer does not steal from the sack.
3. Thou Shalt Honor the Chain of Loyalty.
Orders flow from the High Unburdened downward. Doubt in private is wisdom; disobedience in public is death.
4. Thou Shalt Never Draw Blade on a Fellow Bearer.
Disputes must be weighed and judged by a Vaultkeeper or higher. Brotherhood first, blood last.
5. Thou Shalt Protect the Veil.
The Faith must remain hidden behind its fronts. Never speak the true name of the Conclave to outsiders.
6. Thou Shalt Earn, Not Idle.
A bearer’s hands must never be empty. Trade, smuggle, steal — but always move coin or favor.
7. Thou Shalt Not Hoard What Cannot Be Used.
Relics, artifacts, and tomes must be turned over to the Vault. Knowledge is sacred, and must be safeguarded.
8. Thou Shalt Keep Secrets as Sacred Oaths.
Speak no names, share no paths, reveal no caches. Even under pain, a bearer holds fast.
9. Thou Shalt Aid a Fellow Bearer in Need.
If a disciple bleeds, the sack must rise to catch them. Leave no faithful behind, unless judged fallen.
10. Thou Shalt Place Loyalty Above Gold.
Wealth fuels the mission. Loyalty sustains the soul. When the two conflict — choose the Conclave.