Left as the only remaining member of an once much larger secret society and disappointed, a klyros passes his days in stupor, spending his large wealth acquired from mining on alcohol.
Order from Chaos
The words ringed during the delusions of an inebriated klyros, the creation of order from chaos, an apparently contradictory method, but chaos means opportunity, it means that there is a vacuum of power to be filled by the most prepared to do it, and by creating chaos, it is possible to lay the foundations of a new order... a mug of beer, the new order was established for the bartender, another of his small and insignificant conquests shocking against his delusions of grandeur... disillusioned, he wandered the soul less streets without aim... gliding from the tallest hills was his escapism, the only time he felt a sense of accomplishment.
[ Note: This is the IC history for the death of the first "guild" I founded, the mentioned character still exists, but I rarely log with him ]
