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*Vicho writes this letter on a single piece of parchment, immediately after waking up in the Temple of Helm.*
Many things about this place confuse me, your omnipotence.
Today was especially perplexing. I was killed many times, near the stores of Sundren's dead they call the Necropolis. I attempted to spread destruction in your name -- and was largely sucessful -- destroying the living dead of this place, as well as nearly killing several of Sundren's living members.
Using the powers imparted from you upon me, I believe I proved myself worthy of greater destructive gifts. The time of which I am given more power is (as always) your choice, omnipotent one, but today I found myself lacking in many regards. Bolts of lightning would not break the metal of the Necropolis' lock. My most focused blasts of thunder would not topple a necromancer. My faith is as strong as ever in you, oh great one, but why have you seen fit to punish me so?
I am no stranger to near-death experiences. Your fury that flows freely in this world has taken its toll on me, time and again. But, today I found myself dead and was not in any place of great destructive forces. If I was to be taken, at this time, I would have certainly accepted the fate you have given me. But, the place I was in was cold and dark --
certainly this was not your domain?
I am frightened, so I write to you. Send me a sign, Stormlord, and I shall know that I am not...
*the next word is written shakily* inadequate -- in your great eye.
I hope you deem my prayer worthy of an answer, o Talos.
Your truly loyal servant,
Vicho
*The letter is then set aflame, and shocked with electricity, until it is entirely destroyed.*
//Today was especially lucky for me. Great fuel for an idea I had for Vicho. More to come on that, later.//
Many things about this place confuse me, your omnipotence.
Today was especially perplexing. I was killed many times, near the stores of Sundren's dead they call the Necropolis. I attempted to spread destruction in your name -- and was largely sucessful -- destroying the living dead of this place, as well as nearly killing several of Sundren's living members.
Using the powers imparted from you upon me, I believe I proved myself worthy of greater destructive gifts. The time of which I am given more power is (as always) your choice, omnipotent one, but today I found myself lacking in many regards. Bolts of lightning would not break the metal of the Necropolis' lock. My most focused blasts of thunder would not topple a necromancer. My faith is as strong as ever in you, oh great one, but why have you seen fit to punish me so?
I am no stranger to near-death experiences. Your fury that flows freely in this world has taken its toll on me, time and again. But, today I found myself dead and was not in any place of great destructive forces. If I was to be taken, at this time, I would have certainly accepted the fate you have given me. But, the place I was in was cold and dark --
certainly this was not your domain?
I am frightened, so I write to you. Send me a sign, Stormlord, and I shall know that I am not...
*the next word is written shakily* inadequate -- in your great eye.
I hope you deem my prayer worthy of an answer, o Talos.
Your truly loyal servant,
Vicho
*The letter is then set aflame, and shocked with electricity, until it is entirely destroyed.*
//Today was especially lucky for me. Great fuel for an idea I had for Vicho. More to come on that, later.//