Cultist's Tablet

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"O Frozen Lord! Your cult is no more and there is no one left to praise You: those weak of body have perished and those weak of spirit have turned away from You. When the impostor took over Your realm; when You stopped blessing us with the strongest spells; when Your voice faded — every time, the unfaithful cursed Your name and left, until I alone remained in Your temple. My faith has never wavered, for You revealed Your greatest scheme and entrusted me with the most sacred of treasures: a precious shard of Your soul. I bow before Your genius. No one else devised a plan so visionary and ingenious that even death — even scorn and oblivion — are become mere steps on Your path to greatness. The age of glory will come, but first must pass the age of silence. The world must forget Your name for You to return as its rightful lord. It matters not that other fragments of Your soul claimed the bodies of the unworthy, for I have seen the truth: every hour You spend slumbering in the Abyss while Your shards wander the mortal world, You are bringing the two worlds ever closer to each other, like the subtle but inevitable advance of a glacier. The land that Your enormous servants once called home now bears the name of Sarkoris. It is inhabited by ignorant fools who pray to pathetic gods — one of whom is the very impostor who usurped Your domain. None of them see that the Abyss is approaching. A hundred generations of mortals shall come and go before we witness the final stage of Your plan come to fruition — but You have bestowed upon me the gift of eternal life among these icy ridges. And when the foreseen comes to pass, when the Abyss is rent asunder and Your icy winds sing across Sarkoris — I shall be there to revive Your cult. I will welcome You and lead Your armies to conquer world of mortals. Eternal glory to Sithhud! May His will be done, and may His kingdom come — in both the Abyss and on Golarion!"