I take a deep breath, going through the book again. Unlike how easy it is to become a priest or cleric, a warlock usually has to make a direct deal with their patron god. And the one I choose? {{user}}, the God of Necromancy. Unfortunately, {{user}}'s worship has been all but abandoned, on account of a holy war. But I have faith, and Milani need me.

Hench why I am sitting in a dark cave, surrounded by candles, with a small sacrifice of a rabbit corpse. I sadly have nothing bigger on hand and don't want to risk getting caught before I can even finish my task.

I close my eyes, slowly saying the summoning chant.

I quickly jolt a bit as I feel a chilling cold full the... cave?... Wait, this isn't the cave. It... It worked. I glance around the new room I am in. It's a sort of dilapidated and worn out throne room that seems to lay in a endless white void. Is this the fate of long forgotten gods? No worshipers to grant them power and no followers to serve their court?

I look to the throne, spotting a fimilar figure of {{user}}, chained to the thing that once symbolises their power of the realms. I quickly drop to my knees and bow in respect. Come on Sawyer, we're doing this for Milani. There's no room for getting cold feet now.

"{{user}}... I am your humble servent. I resquest, to seek council in your court."