My eyes slowly open as the light
seems so blinding, but it is not bright just... new? How can it be new? Slowly
memories start to make their way through the fog. The battle and an opponent
that we weren't ready to face. We had him trapped, but no matter what we did we
were just as cut off from him as he was from us. Then he was free, and we faced
him, sometimes we had the better of him, most often he had us on the run, but
we stood firm. Then...
I...
DIED!!!
Frantically I start to looking
around. I see the face of my friend, those that I call my family, my clan.
Their relieved faces looking back at me as the realization starts to take hold.
I was dead. So, it wasn't just a vision I was There. My soul was upon the anvil
of Moradin, the All Hammer. My metal was found to be strong and pure enough to
be accepted into the halls of Valhalla. There is peace in that knowledge and I know
that I am here again I will continue to live worthy of that. But why do I feel
off?
There is feeling as though
something is missing or is it that things are different after one dies. Ollie,
I really need to talk to him. He has been through this, he will understand.
…
What does it mean that part of my
soul is gone? It is like he kept a piece for himself a trophy of his murders. I
feel so violated. Knowing that he has quite literally a piece of me. Something
that was never his to take, is that why murder is so foul and reprehensible?
When it is committed it we are not only ending the life of someone early before
they can have the opportunity to work out the dross of their lives but we also
take from them a portion of themselves that can not be replaced. Can it be
replaced?
Is this why I feel disconnected
from the Forge of Creation? I used to feel as though I knew His rhythms and
could hear the hammer as it fell upon each of us shaping the world and out souls.
Remaking us into something better. Now it is there, it still felt, but I must
search for it now. It doesn’t come as readily. What will this mean? I don’t not
believe that he has forgotten or withdrawn, but there is toll that is taken upon
all when an injustice like this has been committed. There is a price that is
paid one that causes the scales of justice to not just tip but to swing heavily.
When the scales are so out of balance how does one bring them back into balance
again.
…
We are on our way to Rexxenturm. The
wild magic of this place has lost its luster. I was warned that there will be a
price to pay for the loss of that portion of my soul. We still don’t know what
means, but I am not willing to try things here in this place where a simple
cantrip can cause a river to appear. No not here. Physically, I am regaining my
strength and I can swing the hammer as well as before, but my connection to Moradin
still seems faint. Why? What does it mean?
…
Why is my heart so glad to see
the Greasy Troll? What ever the reason I am glad, to see everyone again, even
Fume. He always makes me chuckle with his antics. I am looking forward to the
next few days. The solitude of the sea will be a great place to meditate on all
that has taken place.
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