Our Father, Bhaal, has been denied, our very flesh and scales crafted from his unholy body, his own blood flowing in our veins, all rejected.
Doomed to walk the fugue plane, godless and alone forever, we have instead been Chosen by another, raised for our heroism and defiance of our inheritance.
Withers has gifted us some of his divine essence, ascending us to a true Chosen, yet who is Withers?
Well all the signs were there all along...