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A prayer from the Dark Urge to Bhaal.
A plain, unadorned note.
Properties
Books
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.05 kg / 0.1 lb
Price: 14 gp
Where to find
On a table in Balthazar's Laboratory inside the Mind Flayer Colony X: 695 Y: -111.
Text
Forgive me, Father, for I cannot help but admire the Chosen of your sworn foe: Enver Gortash's genius will take us far, but fear not - those of Bane always fall to the same folly: they cannot see the beauty of obliteration. The Absolute hoax will garner false love from our new slaves, but once I've built a large enough army, I will use our hold upon the Absolute's slaves to begin this vile world's end.
I can see the path through Gortash's brilliant plan. Gortash, Ketheric and I will seize the Netherese relics that control the Crown, and then use the Crown to command the illithid Grand Design. The Dead Three, age-old foes, our dire patrons, will be bosom friends for a time.
Father, you created me to be the last soul alive. When the time is right, and my power is assured I will slaughter Gortash and Ketheric upon your altar, where I myself hope to die when the world itself is gasping its last.
At the end of this all, Father, there will be not a single creature living. Everyone will die. Everyone will die for YOU. I will make you proud.
[Note appended at the bottom of the page in a different hand]
Ha! Orin was right about her sibling. - Balth