[DragonRider]

Loki,

I remember the day when first you presented yourself to our people. I remember the things you told us; the promises you made us. I remember the beating of my heart and the tears in my eyes; I remember the joy I felt being assured, at last, that our people would have a future in this changing world, and that you would lead us there.

I made an oath that day that I would do anything in my power to make that dream come true. I became your prophet and spread that hope far and wide. I stood before the masses and swore to them that the gradual dwindling of our numbers and slow recession of our magicks would at long last be reversed, and that the whole of the land would be ours again, as it once was. They trusted me, as I trusted you. Like me, they pledged their very lives to your cause; they fought and died in your name.

Today, as we continued our routine raids of Marignon, as you ordered, I spotted in Epernia a group of priests, a score at the most, marching across the plains with hardly a knight to escort them. I was certain that they were powerless, as any priest of a false god must be. My men rushed towards them, wildly brandishing their axes and praising your name, wanting nothing more than to smite down those infidels who would dare preach against you, their God.

I watched those men burn. I watched them writhe in agony; I listened to their screams of pain. And I fell to my knees and wept. I wept at the beauty of it; those flames from the sky, burning so brightly, glowing with a light so pure and true that I knew instantly that it could only have come from God. I wept in sorrow for the lives thrown away for nothing, on this day and all before it; lives wasted in service not to a God, but to a pretender. I wept in shame for the lies I told those soldiers; that their lives and deaths would mean something if only they fought in Loki's name.

My eyes are open now. For too long have our people suffered in the dark and frigid northlands, so far from the warmth and light of God. I shall bring the glory of the Eternal Flame to our home. I shall free our people from your damning lies and give them the long and prosperous future that they deserve. I only hope that when we march into Recenna I have the opportunity to slay you myself for your sins against the Jotun and against God.

--Blacker Than Darkness, Former Prophet of Loki, Emissary of the Eternal Flame



((PS: Who ever said the default mage AI was bad? Mass Enslave Mind for the win!))