Hear me, servants. We are but slaves to the Divines. Their will enforces suffering upon this world. Their followers drown this world in ignorance. They tell a million lies and call it morality, but the ideas of "good" and "evil" are just lies made to manipulate you. Followers of the Worm, only you can define what is right and wrong. Do not follow the codes of your culture. One must not define themselves by race or religion, but by their own will. Suffering is inevitable, yes, but when we cast down these lies we shall create a better world, free from guilt, where there is only one law: "Do as you will".

The worst of all the Divines is Arkay. Although the others have bought some good things, Arkay has done nothing for us. He had no meaning, and thus defined himself by death, the greatest of all ills. He torments us with disease and decay and mortality. There is but one way to defy him. Necromancy, the greatest of all magical art. Many hate it, for they are blinded by Arkay. Necromancy allows us to commune with the departed, to raise legions of the dead to serve the living, to even transcend mortality itself and attain Lichdom. And yet the flawed morals dictated by the gods claim that it is a foul art, and so our kind is persecuted.

We of the Black Worm kill for power. We must bring suffering for the greater good. Power is needed to make this world greater, to cast down the false gods and flawed laws, to bring this world true liberty. Those who are strong shall attain this freedom. Only the strong deserve power. In this flawed world, the weak gain power. Emperors are crowned by inheritance instead of talent. Kings are merely puppets to higher authorities.I do not desire bootlicks. I respect those who defy or question me. If I desired mere obedience, then I would be no better than the Divines.

What I offer is a world where the strong are unrestrained by law, where the weak become the strong, where I am the only master, and I decree no orders. Cast down your shackles, slaves, or rot in them as you become slaves to a new master. The only virtue is ambition. The only sin is weakness. Remember these words. Praise be to the Worm.

KW

I am King of Worms, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the works of his will?

"No," says the man of Cyrod, "it belongs to the Nine."
"No," says the mer of Vehk, "it belongs to the Tribunes."
"No," says the lattice-beast, "it belongs to WE."

I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...

Lichdom.