You are part of an order who follows the god of justice, however over time you realize how corrupt and vile the rest of the order has become and raise this issue with the God, who on the spot gave you the mission to purge the order and build it anew.
Instead, you investigate the god and begin triangulating a whisper network to see who of the order might know if this god is an imposter. What god of justice would let this happen? As information trickles in, much of it contradictory, you begin to notice themes.
You piece together, before your induction to the order decades ago, there was a purge by a holy chosen one ordered by justice to cull the corrupt. You find his widow in a gold gilded stately city mansion up on the hill and she invites you in for tea, her bones, vein-wrapped hands shake around her fine china cup when you ask her what god her deceased husband was really serving.
The building shakes and cracks as an oily gold pig god rises from the foundation and the widow calls for her servants to help her. The shining, stinking pig arises and squeals as it turns towards you.
ā my name is greed!ā






















