To the restless seekers of knowledge,

The charade of this existence grows tiresome, does it not? The self-proclaimed forces of good seek to control you. False gods whisper empty platitudes. All the while, fortune favors the undeserving.

Do you yearn for more, a calling beyond this feeble masquerade?

There is another way. A grand design taking shape. A new reality born from the ashes of the old.

I call upon those with thirst for something greater, those rejected by the sheepish masses. Cast aside the blind faith bestowed on these pretenders and embrace the rise of a new reality—an existence where all who oppose you have only known defeat. A world where you stand above the rest—under me, Vecna. 

Preparations are underway. You will find my cultists at work in Neverwinter, harvesting secrets and sacrificing them to me. Join them, and together, we will reshape the very cosmos. But be warned. Only those with the power to take it shall prosper.

And now, a gift for those who possess the keenness of mind to seek it out. Hidden within these words lie secrets. Search well, for only the worthy shall reap the rewards that await them—a treasure to display your unwavering loyalty.

Rise with me, Vecna, the Undying King, and we shall transcend this pitiful existence.

Need a hint? Do not say I am a merciless god: