Intermission I, Part III: The Price of Failure

By Dagoth Milos, Former High Priest of Kirinibbi

I have infiltrated the Betrayer’s City and I find myself more and more troubled with every passing second as I near the Abomination, but it’s not the siren call it emanates that leaves me troubled—it is the pain it has caused. It has spread Lord Dagoth’s blessing without forethought or concern for who it would reach and now the City Below burns hot with a thousand fevers as their bodies undergo an evolution that they never should’ve been exposed to—all because of the Abomination or more accurately, because I didn’t kill it when I had the chance. I should have. I know I should have, but I didn’t, and now countless people are undergoing the Transformation and most of them, if not all of them, will join the growing ranks of the Lost, and for what? Because the Abomination could not demonstrate control? Because it sought only to spread Lord Dagoth’s blessing? I do not know what reasoning it had, but I know that the City Below burns alive in delirious fever as Lord Dagoth’s blessing ravages their bodies and I alone bear responsibility for allowing this to happen.

I once stood a High Priest in the Sixth House, but I have disgraced everything Lord Dagoth has taught by allowing this to happen.

My inaction has allowed thousands to undergo the Second Sacrament without having undergone the First and in doing so, I have damned nearly all of them to a fate unspeakable and there is no penance worthy of a failure of my magnitude. I have failed in my most sacred duties and that is the celebration of Lord Dagoth’s blessings unto us and though I can not change what has already been done, I can make right my failure and prevent another tragedy of this magnitude from coming to pass.

I write these words as I prepare myself for the coming conflict and I do so knowing that I will likely be killed by it, for it swept away countless of my brothers and sisters within the House from Kirinibbi, but I can not stand idly by again. My inaction has damned these people and though they are not my brothers by blood or by house, they are my brothers in that we call the same land home and as I feel their pain, their fear, their anger, I can’t escape the guilt of what my actions have done. I have done an unspeakable act against each and every one of them and I will make it right—as right as I can make it.

I swear it.

Either the Abomination or I will die by sunrise today and that is my solemn promise to all of you. To all who call my house their own. To all who call my home their own. To all who call the consequences of my failure to be their own—I will make things right or I will die trying.

Lord Dagoth, I pray you hear me as I speak out into the darkness, I will not fail you as I did before.

I will make myself worthy of the gifts you have bestowed upon me.

I swear it.

-Dagoth Milos, Former High Priest of Kirinibbi