Nitevarmit paused to rest from his long and arduous journey back from the depths of Guk. Muscles sore and aching, he found shelter in a nearby cave in the hillsides of Northern Ro. Content and tired, he slept, keeping the hilt of his Soulfire at his side.

Comfort did not come to him that evening, however, for his slumber was disturbed by a strange vision. Trapped in the realm between dream and reality, Nitevarmit found himself in a long, dark corridor made of fine marble. Etched in the walls of the corridor, he could see outlines of dragons in flight, flickering in the light provided by his fiery sword. Then, ahead of him at the end of the tunnel, he saw a faint light followed by the sound of an echoing whisper, urging him to approach.

Nitevarmit soon reached the light at the end of the tunnel, and it opened into a tall vast room, lit by a magical flame high in the ceiling. The room was a circular one made of a smooth white marble. Then, the whisper that beckoned him to approach became a booming voice that rang deep beneath his skin.

The voice spoke directly to his soul.

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Nitevarmit, I have watched you closely in your years. I have listened to your displeasure with your weakling of a God Mithaniel Marr, and have felt you renounce him in your heart.
I have known of your longing for a God to worship, one who would give your life meaning. And for this, I have answered your prayer.

You stand now in my forbidden temple.

You shall pledge to me your loyalty,
and for this I shall grant you a seat at my right hand,
a seat in my kingdom.

You are my Chosen, and you will lead my army into victory.

Stand now Nitevarmit!

Stand now and worship your new Goddess,
Veeshan, the Wurmqueen!

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Nitevarmit looked upwards towards the voice, towards the blinding light from above, and basked in the emotion of glory. He gave a great cry of victory, and swore loyalty and service to his new Goddess, Veeshan the Wurmqueen.

He had become accepted into a realm that no mortal man had ever stepped foot.

He had become Veeshan's new instrument of power.

Nitevarmit had become, The Chosen.