"Was it wrong of me to believe that castes amongst trolls should not exist? Was it wrong of me to dream that there should be equality? To bring together the 'HighBloods' and the 'LowBloods'? I have never thought such. And yet, for my so called 'crimes' of such thoughts; I was tortured and executed."

A troll shrouded in a cloak spoke clearly, softly and perhaps even calmly. Although he was a troll though, he bore no sign.

His gaze locked on a small book he held, hand writing the words he had spoken. 

"I don't hold it against them though. In fact, I even forgive them for the acts they bestowed upon me. However, what they've done hasn't changed the way I think."

This troll was well known for his sermons amongst the land. His bravery of telling what many have thought, but have feared to say. 

In life, he was known as Signless.

In death, Sufferer.

"I still believe that equality may exist between us all, so we won't fight such fruitless battles. If you believe in the premises of my ways, of the ways of many. Come! Join my revolution for the peace and tranquility of the Trollian world!"

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