Transcript of Inquisitior's Memoirs (page 6)
Inquisitor's Memoirs 6
I had informed Kolton of the whispering and brought him to the bridge to discover them himself. Kolton was always uncomfortable in the Shadow Realm. He would claim that he could feel something there watching him hungrily. But on that day we stood on the bridge together in the Shadow Realm, just staring down at the river. As before, there was silence for what felt like an eternity, and then we both heard the voice. It was strange that it sounded so different to each of us. To me it was my family - lost yet still loved - but to Kolton it was the voice of his people screaming as they were sacrificed. Suffice to say the experience was far more pleasant for me.
The whispering voice warned us of absent gods and all to present betrayals. It described in vague prophecy the promises of the Praetorians' crimes. As we listened, it told us of dark and sinister experiments beneath the city. The Praetorians were trying to uncover something old, something buried and something dangerous. Something that would threaten even Zaros himself. The ultimate blasphemy. Kolton and I agreed they had to be stopped, but we needed proof. We had to find a way to observe them, and there was only one option.
The Praetorians, like the Inquisition, are masters of secrets. Only a handful of the Praetorians are known to us, and they are generally well hidden and guarded, even in the Shadow Realm. All but one. The Mahjarrat Sliske is an arrogant creature, convinced of his own brilliance and superiority. Though he is known as the leader of the Praetorians, he always seemed remarkably poor at keeping secrets.
Even back then, he would seem to let slip the victories of his organisation when boasting to his kin. He would make overt shows of how he was the puppeteer pulling strings. He seemed an inexplicably poor choice for the head of a secret order.
Of course, I know now I was a fool to think that way. Sliske's masks were more brilliant than we had been led to believe.