36th of Lun, Year 627 AGP

I have dabbled in many dark arts; Necromancy, Summoning, Death Magic, even the taboo Soul Magic. Alchemy, Transmutation, and Life Magic, while not frowned upon like my specialties, may also be used for various purposes that most vermin consider to be be 'evil' or 'nefarious'.

Spell after spell, experiment after experiment, countless times have I used magic to create beings not of this world. However, none have yielded such spectacular results.

After a millennia of research and the honing of my skills, I have created a being from the great Void, the dark seas above. I haven't had success like this since I created the Great Plague over a thousand years ago.

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It took decades to even locate the sacred gifts bestowed upon us by the Gods of the Void, let alone to decipher their divine message.  They, who possess the power to wipe this planet clean of life, had chosen to give us a chance. And yet the priests insist on their false gods, branding the gifts as evil.

I seeked to create a spell which would allow me to harness some of the gifts' great powers. Using a combination of Soul Magic and Transmutation, I succeeded. Unfortunately, Magic has a cost. The Dark Arts are forbidden for a reason. My soul continues to fade away after the powerful spell I had cast to create this... Masterpiece.

Those damn vermin have slain all of my children. Even Ahn'kur and Vastira, my greatest creations, fell victim to their so called 'Heroes', beings blessed by their false gods.

But not you, my child. Where they failed, you will succeed. This message I leave so that you may learn your purpose upon awakening: Destroy everything. Ravage this disgusting world. Purge these arrogant whelps who believe this world to be the only, and show them the wrath of the Void.

- Erudai, High Priest of the Void