Tomb of Horrors: ECL 9 Bruhgos Drider 9: Entry 7

Alas, poor Faerevan, I knew him well!! A more devoted companion none could hope to find. He always drew his magic from a deep well of bravery and a desire to bring himself and his fellow sojourners to our ultimate goal of surviving this perilous tomb of horrors.  They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions.  So often our great gnome's casting went awry, to the detriment of one or all of us....but mostly to his own.  If it had just been a matter of heart, every spell would have succeeded, and never would we have watched as our dear wild mage shrank himself into oblivion...all for the fulfillment of our quest.  Tragically, his greatest and final nemesis was one from which neither his own magic nor the efforts of his fellows could save him.  In the end, the lava got the better of our diminutive friend, and we are certainly the worse for his passing.  As the object of his often overwhelming(but not unrequited)affection, it is my hope that he was welcomed by the many breasts of his most revered Boosh, and that he watches over those of us who remain, ever on the edge of our own proverbial lava pits.  Farewell, my small sorcerer, my wee wizard, my minute mage.  Within your small frame beat the heart of a giant...and you take with you also the heart of a drow.  Rest in peace, mon coeur.