"Welcome, mortal, you and your companion have greatly amused the Gods, some see you as brave, some as fools, though all find you rather entertaining."

I could see a tall man, covered in a dark cloak, a chain of skulls adorned his neck, he had a scythe in his right hand and a cross with a skull in his left. He spoke in a deep voice, calm and collected.

"Just who the fuck are you, and why am I here?"

"Ah, where are my manners? I am Drestak, God of Undeath and Lord of Necromancy. You have won my favor, and I have designated you as my follower. You shall gain powers common mortals can only dream of, and in return you shall aid me and mine in the Third Great War."

"The what now?!"

"In every world, there shall be a Great War to determine the ruling God of the world."

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"So this world is the third to face the Great War?"

"Indeed, your insight impresses me, it seems I have chosen correctly. Now, you must swear an oath to me and choose your side."

"An oath?"

"Yes, an oath, all my followers must needs swear."

"Will you serve Drestak, God of Undeath and Lord of Necromancy?"

"I will!"

"Then I shall give you my protection"

Suddenly, trumpets blowed and a screen appeared in front of me, seemingly out of nowhere.

Congratulations!

You are now the Disciple of Drestak! Some may love you, some may hate, most would not care.

"Now for your boons."

A chant began, and voices started singing.

Seven are the boons.

Three by God,

To make the Disciple.

Three by Will,

To improve the Disciple.

One by Fate,

For shits and giggles.

"What's with...er, whatever that was?"

"Well, as you may have noticed, tradition can be rather annoying, though it is important nonetheless. To put it simply, you will get seven boons, as all Disciples get. I will choose three, you will choose three, and one shall be chosen randomly from a list Disciples of Drestak get. Now, if you understand, shall we proceed?"