The snow is falling and winter is upon us, so naturally we decide to go out into the cold and look for imperium soldiers. Their threat of impending doom has the city officials worried, but I fear, not worried enough.
During our adventure, after a near run in with a white dragon snacking on bison, we come across a camp of imperium, or what used to be imperium. Bodies litter the ground. We encounter an old man seemingly unaffected by the weather (magic assistance, no doubt) who tells us of a powerful runegaurd who decimated the camp. Most likely Yosanna we decide. I didn’t realize it then, but the old man would play a huge part in my life in the days to come.
One never knows when their life is going to end, unless they are the ones to end it. As a runeguard, you would think I would have thought about my own death a lot. The truth is, I didn’t really. This was partially due to the fact that I just didn’t have time to ponder my own death. It was going to happen someday and there was nothing I could do about it. Unlike my mother, who is immortal, I did age. However, it was much slower than my human friends. Now, I have thought about death, of course. With so many around me dying, of course I have thought about how my own life may end someday. As a druid, I have always believed that death is a part of life and that rebirth and reincarnation would be a part of my own fate. Little did I know, that that day would be just around the corner.
Death by scythe…and as a bird none the less. The metal tore through my flesh like a hot butter knife as I tried to flee. This battle cleric was fast…and strong. I remember thinking ‘I hope Torque and Corian make it out alive’ before everything went black.
I remember waking up in the snow, curled up next to Torque. I am warm and alive. I open my eyes and look around. Is this a dream I wonder. I try to stand and steady myself against Torque. Torque, my beloved animal companion, is here with me, and I am alive. I hug him, squeezing him deeply. I would truly be alone without him by my side. As I look around I realize I am in a camp, surround by strangers staring at me, wide eyed. I see Flynn rush towards me and hug me. I hug him, still hoping this isn’t a dream. Sir Allamonde stares at me, like I am some sort of ghost. Am I? Is this real? Corian approaches me, welcoming me back to the living, and proceeds with one of the most beautiful stories I have ever heard.
He and Torque managed to escape the imperium soldiers and battle clerics that had slain me. They rode off into the snow, carrying my body, until they could ride no more. While camping out, waiting to head out again after some rest to meet up with the rest of the group, he encountered the old man we had met earlier at the imperium encampment (full of the dead imperium). The old man was looking for his very old friend, the white dragon we had seen earlier, and Corian agreed to help him find him in exchange for a ride back to Aeroglyph. After finding our other companions, and when everyone was asleep, Corian witnessed my rebirth and described it as such:
“I overheard the old man speaking with Torque as he stroked and groomed him. He said ‘yes, I agree, I think she deserves it.’ He and Torque appeared to speak some more as the old man mumbled. So I sat and watched the old man do something I had never seen before in my life. A tree bent down, listening to the old man, they appeared to be conversing and then the trees very large roots emerged from the earth. They wrapped around your body and pulled you under. I waited several hours and then suddenly, the roots began to push back up from under the ground. Slowly, a large white flower with green flecks emerged. The flower began to grow and after awhile its petals folded open to reveal your newly healed body…”
He then told me that the old man left in search for his dragon and he (Corian) then dressed me, covered me with a blanket, and slept outside with Torque to guard my body.
My face streamed with tears. I didn’t know what to say. I felt humbled, honored, confused, and grateful all at the same time. I grabbed Corian and hugged him. Corian isn’t the hugging type, but at that moment I didn’t care. I had just been reborn from the earth. A true blessing from the God Storgg himself, and words were not enough. Corian softly patted my back and left me to my thoughts. I spent the next several moments, half crying and half praying. I prayed to Storgg how honored and humbled I was to have my life returned to me, for the true beauty of nature and the forest around me, for wonderful and loyal friends, and for the most devoted animal companion who managed to scoop up my dead body and not only save myself and Corain, but aid in my own rebirth by means of what I can only assume was a powerful druid. I prayed to Storgg that I may one day meet this man again so that I may thank him for my life.