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Adalaise is a player character in WHDH: Digging Upward. He is an acolyte of (some) rank played by Eric S.

Status: ACTIVE.

[edit] Physical Description

A remarkably unremarkable looking fellow, Adalaise's bland features hide a remarkable intellect and a deep wellspring of determination. He has black hair with bangs that hang in front of his brown eyes which glisten with fierce determination. His heavy robes conceal his armored body and the bloodied tome he carries proves that knowledge is indeed a deadly weapon. His young mind is constantly in turmoil trying to deal with the responsibilities and pressures of his inquisitorial position that has been thrust onto him at such a young age and trying to make as much good for the world as the dark universe will allow him.

[edit] Background

Adalaise was an arrogant student whose thirst for knowledge and conviction in his own superiority led him into heresy and would have led to his execution were it not for the timely intervention of Reynolds, then masquerading as a scholar. Below is a record of his misdeed as transcribed by the Acolyte in the second person while under the corrective guidance of inquistorial assistants.

It is quite unequivocally ludicrous that any one should even conceivably by so obtuse, so monstrously deluded that they should lay any blame at your feet. If anything, the blame should, nay must be lain squarely to rest at the doors of those higher-ups on those who have failed in their duties to you as their student, to guide and protect you. Was it not their obligation not yours and how, moreover, could you even be expected to know what you did was wrong?

Begin once more afresh. Let the holy truth of the Imperial faith guide you in what must be a difficult confession. You knew what you were doing would not be approved, could not be sanctioned. But the lure was quite vast, quite irresistibly great.. You knew the scrolls were real, for you had sniffed out their existence, their reality, in the footnotes of the work of that unaccountable hack of the revered and venerable Theologian, Jorge the Blind, On the Foulness Beyond Men. The scriveners would never let you see the original scrolls, because they were jealous of your potential, they knew that you would surpass themthey had been rightly so instructed by the Loremasters, praises be to their kindness and generosity.

The rule that no-one below the rank of full Inditor should be allowed to see works pertaining to the inhuman is a rule thatshould truly be understood in the circumstances is both wise and just. You knew that if you had the knowledge in thosewrongly restricted documents, it would be easy to write a work on Seraphi’s Gallant Defence, as the title displayed itself in your mind, a work that wouldshow all of those pompous fools who thought themse allow a deeper and more theologically accurate understanding of that turbulent period, and lift you right out of your scribbling obscurity, if the unfathomable will of the God-Emperor was so indulgent to permit it. So those restricted works you had to have.

It wasn’t at all difficult. You had spent weeks drafting, feigning work on some drab and meaningless recopying of a work not worth reading onceyour proper duties, as decided by those with far more wisdom and experience than you had, may the light of the God-Emperor shine endlessly upon them. Feigning work while you watched, memorising the length of time it took to change Archivists at the gate to the restricted alcoves, the time it took for a person to move from the front to the back of those long stacks, spotting hiding places in which one could wait for a patrolling Archivist to shuffle slowly past, and plotting, above all, the way past Archivist Tolman, who was easily vulnerable to seduction being a pederast and sodomite a kindly man fully in the elder years of a generous life. At the right moment you gave Tolman what he asked slipped past Tolman, the venerable Archivist Tolman, may the weight of his failure mistake who had fallen asleep through no fault of his own was unaccountably distracted for a short period of time. In the archives you found everything you could have hoped; entire works on inhuman races whose names you had never heard uttered, such as the El

But it would be an unaccountable repetition of an already unforgivable mistake to speak of forbidden knowledge here,even should that knowledge

You have sworn that you truly do not truly remember it, truly,

Should you remember anything untoward without the express permission of those most the upright, honest, and true friends of humanity, and of failed straying sheep such as yourself, the Ordos X who do not need their forthright and kindly names to be sullied in such a sordid work as this, should you remember it without their permission, they will help you to forget more permanently.

You were sure In your corrupt and foolish arrogance, you assumed that those who act in the true faith, those of wisdom who could even be thought of as the eyes of the God-Emperor, praises be unto him, could not see even the most minute infraction of his most just and holy rules. It must have been the intriguing truths the outrageous heresies of the scroll at hand that prevented you from noticing the old man that found you there, exposed, helpless, doomed. He was kinder than you would have expected, much kinder than those who got a hold of you later just shook his head and took you out to the Archivist.

You learned later that it was his word that let you walk out of the interrogation with your hands and eyes attached. In his wisdom and compassion, the very man who had discovered you in flagrante delicto with the forbidden texts, Scholar H.J. Reynolds, and may his benevolence and insight shine down upon the worlds for a hundred years,removed you from the library that had been your home since you first entered the Administratum. saw fit to give even a failure such as yourself a second chance.