The long, cold stone halls echoed with his footsteps and the scratching sound of quills on parchment. Bishop Thadius stood straight and proud for his age. A young 71. His weathered and wrinkled face was alight with charismatic fervor as he watched the acolytes scribe from many books to form a large tome. Thadius's master work was nearly complete. He halted in the middle of the room and slowly turned to look at all the sheer power of the Pantheon. Nowhere could such scholarly ensemble might be brought together in one place to do such important work. He fiddled with one of his pair of holy symbols, a gold medallion with an open book upon its face. The symbol of Euphrenas, god of knowledge. Being a Bishop Thadius was now sworn to the All Father, Barticus, but always was he favored of Euphrenas and that would never change. This, his life's work, proved his devotion to both the all father and the lord of knowledge. The quills scratched away and made a pleasant tinkling sound when the acolytes and brothers dipped them in their ink bottle. Thadius closed his aging eyes and smiled broadly. In this set of books all would be revealed, the religions of Gothos would be brought together. They would be dissected so that all may know good from evil, right from wrong. All would bask in the glory and power of the church united and all would know the ways of pagans, outcasts, cults, and witches. A hammers blow to the dark side, he thought. None can stand against knowledge. All evil and reviled pagans will know defeat at the hands of the Pantheon priests and other faithful of the church. Fore, they will be armed with such knowledge from this tome that all the evil and deceitful ways of the cults will be revealed unto them and laid bare. Thadius was brought from his revelry by the loud, echoing scrape of a chair. He turned to see Rector Finn approaching. A squat fellow who waddled when he walked. He