Mist surrounds you. As the mist clears, you can see yourself with Shadow's staff in hand. You remember this ... the invaders. All the villagers being killed. But something isn't right. Something in your eyes is different than you remember. Your armor is not quite right. Those symbols aren't yours. Those insignia aren't yours. Something about this doesn't feel right ... but you remember it.
Each battle plays out before you. So many invaders, always killing the innocents, searching for something ... tearing them apart, piece by piece, searching ... always searching for something. You remember each and every battle in detail, as the scenes play out before you. You know them well
You battle a cleric protecting a hammer ... those damn invaders!! You remember that hammer, something looks so familiar.
But something isn't right ... that look in your eyes. You don't remember that look. You see as the invaders crush through Titus's village, and Shadow's, and even the fish people and tortle people, you can't let even one survive.
The giant warhorses! Those were the days of glory ... of blood ... of conquering! The invaders swept across the land, always searching ... but you were always there. Always there at the villages.
You remember reaching out your hand to a young paladin ... it is Titus. You offer him a chance to live, you make him an offer .... he accepts. A flash of light ...
Suddenly you are torn away from the images and back into the room, you lay prone, as the web releases you and continues sweeping across the room.
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