The Black Wizard and the Heresy Inquisitor

In an age when the war-scarred past was gradually turning to cold dust, I opened an ancient text recording the Outer Gods. Its words were blasphemous, deranged, and as meaningless as the ravings of a madman. My fate appeared before my clouded eyes. War would once again descend upon the whole world. Kingdoms and races would fall and be reborn amid blood and fire. Living beings would wail over their suffering and fate. War would never end. In the flames of faith and self-interest, no one was innocent, and no one would escape unscathed.

Listen closely, Jeanne. I stand at the crossroads of two paths. On one, I will follow your guidance, cast off reason, and offer up my soul in service of your justice. After all, I became your knight. On the other, I will curse everything with the madness and hatred of the Outer Gods. The flame will go out, life will lose its brilliance, and all things will reach their end in ruin. After all, I was once a black wizard, a madman who made contact with the Outer Gods...