Not that explosions of fire followed by darkness are all that uncommon for me, but the darkness usually goes away after a while and I find myself missing a fair bit more hair. This time upon waking, I discover not burned patches and pain, but rather that ALL my hair has returned! My beard is thick as it ever was, and perfectly groomed and braided. Then I realize where I am, and what must have brought me here.
The Halls of Moradin are far grander than any tale or song could have suggested. If you were to take all the greatest dwarven cities in the world and brought them all together in a single great cavern, they wouldn't hold a candle to this. I couldn't even begin to describe...
So I won't.
I can look down on my death, and the rest of the group as they clear out the remaining shades. For a moment I think if they'd just given me my axe, maybe I could have been more effective against it. But of course I suppose I've done more harm than good with that recently, thanks to that blasted aboleth. (I'm sorry for that, Sztuczka.) Of course, having no weapon on me made me realize I could turn the shades with the fury of Moradin, keeping them off the rest of the party. And once Hrogar handed me that small axe, it came alive with the power of the Soul Forger and I was able to use it to great effect on the lich.
Ah, I realize now it was a good death. A death fit for a dwarf and a warrior, against the forces of the dark.
It's been made clear to me that I can remain here in the halls of Moradin for a time and follow the progress of the rest of the group. Eventually though I will have to make my way up to the Soul Forge, so my soul can be sent back to start life anew. Until then, I will watch with interest this ragtag party of... odds and ends. If this is the group that is to save the world, you wouldn't know it by looking at them.
At least they seem to have found themselves another dwarf to keep them in line, although the idiot can't even afford a decent set of armor...
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