Holy Order of the Working Man

Today I was rejected from the Holy Order of the Working Man. They claimed I represented a "threat" to their brotherhood. The damned fools. They will never get anywhere in their quest for the Great Plot. I have poisoned their meeting place at the reservoir, though it is slow-acting and will kill them over decades.

Still, I was able to learn much about the Order during my short time with them. They have an extensive library, some texts not seen since the height of Alexandria! The foolish dilettantes! Their ignorance is as deep as their name is false. Certainly their claims of extending back to a student of Dee is absolute insanity. I suspect the order is a result of a few narcotic experiments and damaged minds (and several large inheritances and trusts). It is no more than three or four decades old, and there is no smell of the holy about it.

I have managed to copy a few of the key rituals, including the Ascension of the Scepter-Bearer. In the near future I will require a lab. Tonight I will go out to celebrate my successes. The city skies will soon fill with polymana.

-- Diary of Olympiodorus the Third, August 14th, 1942