Banites,
A few things. Firstly, a lesson in how the god you all fear and serve works:
Bane is power. Strength. Raw in form and purpose. He has plans to rule the Realms in their entirety, an objective befitting his ability to conquer. However, unlike the Usurper Cyric and his mindless lackeys, the Black Lord commands his ilk to order and hierachy. Only through such can progress in His dark goals be made. He -commands- his servants to acquiece to rank and station, and brings merciless death to those who disobey their superiors.
Which brings me to my next point. Just as on the surface, rankings shall be in effect down here. The priests of the Black Fist hold all authority as his chosen figures in the Realms. And all those priests shall answer to the High Tyrannar Chembryl. However, our situation here warrants further structuring and ranking. An Imperator must be named, one who can lead with an iron fist, enact on plots and paths to power labyrinthe and insidious, punish those who fall out of line. One who commands the holy favour of the Black Lord over all others. One who knows the dread rites, and leads the words of sacrifice as the enemy peasants are sent to the Black Lord's iron embrace. Should I meet such a one more appropriate than I, I will bow down and serve without question. Until then, I proclaim myself Imperator of All Banites Below the Surface.
Under my leadership we shall see the rites done, the enemies of the faith brutalized and sacrificed, the power of this bastion of insolence seized. I have plans in motion and resources unequaled. Both of which pale in comparison to my standing with the Black Lord himself. Flock to me! Serve under my command and you shall all see the Will of the Black Fist done! Flock to me and serve under my command, and the peasants here shall learn to quaver in fear of your Tyrant. If there is a Dread Brother or Sister of mine out there who claims what I just have, let us meet in battle as priests, our favour and familiarity in the Holy Tyrant the deciding factor.
Finally, an issue of challenge to Herod Welten, known heretic and usurper. A challenge offered to the man who was foolish enough to continue to serve the Godson even after the Defiance our Black Lord arose from. A challenge to the man whose heresy was such that the Black Lord himself appeared and disfigured his arm and ordered him a mandate to return to the Keep for punishment and execution. A challenge to the man who fled under the guise of invisibility after his superior ordered the ultimatum that the divine mandate be enacted on or his soul claimed on the spot. A challenge to the man who dared attack his betters afterward, striking from the coward's invisibility he used to flee in. A challenge to he who was bested in battle thrice, only to yet again escape invisible. A challenge to the man who must understand my standing with the Lord has met my prayers for the piercing of invisibility answered. A challenge to the man who cannot escape my power, nor that of the Lord he forsook for the weakling and fickle Cyric. A challenge to the man who shall be crushed into the dirt beneath my very own heel, his traitorous heart ripped from his body and his soul sent to Bane for eternal punishment. A challenge to Herod Welten.
The time of unity and structure is upon us. Heed this call, brethren, or you shall meet a similar fate to Welton. A fate which will have you cursing the hour of your birth for all eternity.
*signed* Imperator Avoun Priest of the Black Fist.