Every day, the divine blessings of Dwarfhalla suffuse me anew. My slumber is filled with visions the clarity of which would shame even the foul witch-women of the marshes. The Archivist herself, for all her fell sorceries, would envy the holy power that courses through me with ever-greater fervour. With the favour of the gods themselves at my behest, I am invincible. These parasites and plunderers shall curse the day they trifled with the very avatar of the stone's fury, the wrath of the gods made flesh! Hell itself shall tremble at my might!
However, that is the least of the blessings I have been granted. In my dreams, I hear a voice -- clear, and true. It is a voice I have not heard in many long years. Queen Urvad the Invictus, she whose glory surpassed even the gods' own, has chosen me. She speaks to me from beyond the the veil of death itself, giving counsel, sharing wisdom. Even I could not have imagined myself worthy of her oracles, though in retrospect it was inevitable. The truths she reveals to me shall lead the Lash down the path of glory immeasurable! All those who oppose us shall be unmade, and as their guts roast upon their pyres, even they shall accept our gods, our proud way of life, and our sovereign right to the world's riches! They seek to oppose us, but by the name of the Great Queen, they shall fail! THEY SHALL FAIL!
These blessings could not have come at a better time. Strange --
wyrd, even -- happenings are afoot. For quite a long time, I had been under the impression that The Master had taken the reins of this fortress, and had buried us under a rain of hellfire and terrors from the deep. Yet, just as the carnage had hit a crescendo, it was, in some inexplicable way,
undone -- I awoke safe in my magnificent Spawn-bone bed on the eve of the new year, as though the disaster that was to follow had not even happened. Further, my retainers informed me that a soldier named NCommander was to take control of the fort. I questioned them regarding the reason for The Master's abrupt deposition, and was informed -- with a degree of confusion visible on their faces -- that he had never been a candidate to begin with. Most curious. Perhaps it was all simply a warning from Beyond -- but to what end? I shall consult the heavens for answers.
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