OoC: To Wallac Isilviere ONLY.
IC: Here you sit in prayer, Pontiff of all Anuire, leader of the Allfather's holy reformation of his faithful flock, father in turn to many who lack the spirit and courage. Icon, guide, patron of much that is good and righteous.
And yet you cannot feel the presence of the Allfather within you anymore. He is gone! As if some connection to him has been severed. And you didn't even know he was always there, until now, when he is not...
It is as if something horrible has settled upon you, within you. Something sinister, menacing, wanton, TRUE!
You feel as if your very spirit was raped, not that you would really know, ever, what that horrible word means. And yet, in other ways you do, for your life now seems a grayish mass, something unimportant, rotten, to throw away. A spiritual void is what you have become, filled with blame and doubt!
And why not!?
You were torn from one world to the other, riding on a massive wave of negative energy, the purest form of evil there is. No choice, noone who heard when you said NO! She never had a thought to the consequences. Noone who helped... Not even the Allfather would save you. And your curses fell upon those already cursed.
How could you have known!? NO! IT IS NOT MY FAULT!
Indeed, someone is to blame here! Someone should SUFFER as you suffer! Someone should BEAR the BLAME! A dark, horrible urge rises through channels unknown, writhing into your heart, into your soul, screaming like some horrid infant with a voice of a thousand nails! REVENGE!
Revenge upon Marie Cwyllmie. Her sacrifice shall fill the empty void, open the secret channel that will make you righteous once again.