Twenty-Eighth Entry

“The Whispered One” was a subject far beyond the religious spectrum I was raised in.

Raph’æl told me what he knew about him, being the most studious one of us all. Vecna was his name. A powerful lich that rivaled the gods. Ultimate keeper of secrets. It was something truly beyond us. The less known about him, the better, is what he insisted, so I pried no longer.

I could only pray that simply having learned about the lich’s existence hadn’t thrust some sort of ill omen upon us.