"NOOOOO!!!!!"
(Blast of flame, followed by lightning, then acid, then frost, then more lightning. The roar of the dragon, anger being played out through primal rage, echoes down the corridor. A seemingly endless display of raw power issues forth from his mouth. When exhuastion finally took over he collapsed on the floor, a tiny spark of electricity issueing forth in utter denial of his failure).
My best friend is dead. It is clear to me that we have ventured into a place where we cannot keep connected with our gods. The gnome's new found faith was of no worth in this singular moment of great tragedy. Regardless of how much respect I have for Bahamut, he did not give me the kind of power to overturn these dark events. What do I do now? Do I continue on a path that may kill us all, risk losing myself further to the power of the Great Beast? Or do I choose another way?
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