The Black Cloaks

In the days prior, I spent my time convincing my closest allies, Solara and Vince, to follow me on this path. While it took some convincing, especially for Vince, they finally agreed and on the 1st of Harchment, we left town before sunrise to camp in the woods a few miles outside of Gothenburg.
 
We began by making a campfire, and heated up Solara's lockpick which we used as a searing needle. One by one, we seared the sigil into each other's skin. I put it on my forearm, Solara on her shoulder, and Vince on his back.
 
As we all sat, recovering and wincing, a black-cloaked figure stepped out from the darkness into the flickering light of the campfire. We all jumped up, preparing ourselves to fight but the black-cloaked figure put his hands up as if coming in peace. Within an instant, the black cloak fell to the dirt as if nothing was in it.
 
Endriss' voice boomed in my ears but as he spoke, my mouth opened and his voice came through me. "You have now established the brotherhood, the Black Cloaks. Three of them lay in the dirt. Retrieve them." He gave us all a moment to retrieve the cloaks. When we put the cloaks on, there was an extra black piece in the hood that flapped down to cover your face so you couldn't be identified even in the light.
 
"You three, as the founding members, will simply be referred to as Felentis. You three will act as one leader of this brotherhood."
 
A few moments passed for us to absorb it in.
 
"Be wary of who you share any of this information with. I am 'Always Watching'."
 
A cackle escaped the voice as it disappeared and we were left alone. "Let us hurry back to town, the sun is rising."
 
 
Grayson Longstrider