Today, I felt the gaze of the God of Death, and the God of Life.
The Lich tore the battlefield asunder, his great abomination killing men by the hundreds, simply by its dread presence.
Acquiring the keys was the easy part, the general and the assassin gave up theirs without much of a fight.
As our party staggered our way through the ancient temple in which the star resided, past yet another servant of Sunaril, we felt the constant, crushing presence of the Lich. Our every movement agony as our bodies struggled to even hold themselves together.
The star consumed us.
And we fell.
I sit here confused, tired, and feeling so utterly small.
Time has been reset, but the great dragon lies dead.
I will mourn Rathgar, for the brief time I knew him, he has imparted unto me a great wisdom.
And so I rest, my back upon the grass as I look upon the night sky, whole once more.