Here is a chronicle dedicated from the highly intelligible and logical god to his mentally unresponsive, hollow-headed, and only follower.
Throughout the time we’ve been together, you have succeeded in annoying me far more than any other mortal ever to walk the planescape of this world. Hero, whom I daringly call so. Drunkard, to which I must think of a more appropriate title for. Mortal companion, to which I question myself about the day when I decided to choose you. You were born into this world, your origins known by absolutely no one (even myself, that which is another topic but let’s not delve too far away from the point cough), who saw no true purpose in living until our fateful cross encounter, and that whom gives me every reason to be a god.
You have slain more monsters in the short time we have been than I can possibly count, and more so with how much gold you’ve blundered in the tavern on days where I am not in full attention. I have shown you the path of the good-hearted and now embark in conquering the essence of evil, I have guided you in both paths and soon you will have to choose your own way.
If you are reading this now, hero, know that my absence is not my loss of faith in you. Rather, it is in my belief that you have grown enough to stand on your own that would ever permit me to distancing myself to you. Whatever path you choose from here and whatever choices you make, be it in my name or not, it will matter not. You are just as capable of being a hero among heroes as the greater heroes themselves, even if you fail to ascend from your habits. Whatever you believe in, even if not me, fight for it. Fight hard and give yourself every reason to continue living, and maybe…just maybe…