"She apparently has quite the talent for fire magic god." They had drawn lots, Willis had lost and so he was the one who descended the steps to speak with their god. The quivering shape of it brought him to his knees, the smell kept him there. He knew his death could come at any moment.
"They always do, this one smells of another though, who also burned." The voice reverberated in the chamber and in Willis's mind, he knew the God would do this, to impart its strength to the unworthy.
"Her name is Tolviar does that have a memory attached?"
"No it does not, though it matters not, she will fall, pull your people back, direct her to me, I will wrench from her life all I need, and then the other will feel loss like he has not in a long time."
"Yes God." Willis felt better he felt he might actually survive the meeting.
"Come closer lesser." Willis did so reluctantly, he dared not approach the pool, he'd seen someone who had and it looked like a fate worse than simply being killed. As he approached the pool his God extended one of its tentacles, the thick black fluid slimed off the arm as it approached Willis. It touched him on the forehead and his brain was on fire, pain, and memory flooded him and Willis stopped being Willis, but became an extension of his God. His eyes clouded over and he left the chamber to inform the others and to make preparations for Tolviar, he wanted to be ready for the necromancer, he had plenty of things to show her.
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