Journal of Arcadius

The Fallen

We fought the guardian of the third gate, a Yuan-Ti, it seemed. The thing used horrible and powerful death magic to strike down Crunch, Keniroh, and Bael'thas in a moment. The gnome vanished somewhwere, without a trace. Ragnarr, Azan, and I found ourselves the last left alive of the party! Dogwater lived too, and decided at last to fight. We charged the Yuan-Ti and with righteous fury dealt it such blows that it fled.

Ragnarr called upon Lord Pelor and destroyed the third gate. We traveled underneath the maze in ethereal form to escape as fast as possible, returning to the first gate, our gate of entrance and of escape. A mighty battle raged between the minions of the Aboleth and the Bebelith invaders. There Ragnarr told us to flee. Alas, he himself did not, and I think could not follow, for the price of his sealing the gates was to be trapped within, on the Aboleth's plane, with swift death a certainty.

Praise be to the fallen, but I think we shall be able to resurrect them. All that is, save Ragnarr, for assuredly his unhoused soul is trapped there, with the Aboleth and its foul friends and foes.

Ragnarr, may we have victory over the Aboleth, and power thereafter to return to this place, destroy the seer, and free your soul!

Ragnarr, you were a true and worthy servant of Lord Pelor, a very hand of the Lord himself!

With courage did you act, nobly and honorably.

I mourn your passing, but know that you did what was right, could have done no other. May you someday find your peace and join Lord Pelor in the radiant light beyond.

Ragnarr, my friend, farewell.

O' Lord Pelor, I praise thee!
O' Lord Pelor, I beg thee to guide and protect your loyal servant Ragnarr, who did what was right.
O' Lord Pelor, I shall do thy will!

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