Men of College, pay heed, for the Venerable Father EΠIΣKOΠΩN commands it.
His dead, lidless eye gazes upon thy spirits and finds them weak. Disgusted, He will soon again descend from His Tower to chastise those who forget his four immortal words:
Notandi Sunt Tibi Mores
There is no escaping His Message. Those who remain true will rouse the spirits of the Men of College and insist upon their presence.
Laggards will be dragged from their beds.
Cowards from under theirs.
If you wish to whisper in the ear of His Scribe, you will do so.