All is forgotten. All is gone. The pains & sorrows clutching at my heart. The confusions & illusions cluttering my mind. The strains & stresses wearing down my body. All gone with the last farewell to my old self.

I once sought eternal solace in the arms of Death. With every wane & wax of Death's Heart, I mused upon the mysteries of life and death, while matters of the heart began to unravel before me. As we battled & struggled for a cause of our own choice, hands were already at work in heaven & hell, weaving the intricate web of fate for each & every one of us.

The sacrifices & losses made at Death's Heart have not been wasted and futile. In an ironic twist of fate, the death energies gathered by Quisalar & his cultists have been transformed into something new.

With this mass transmutation into new forms, many of us have chosen to reincarnate and start our life anew. Dwarves become Grooks. Trolls become Rajamalas. Foes become friends. Allies become enemies. The list goes on.

This is a time to gain a new perspective on all things, to break loose from our past and walk forwards to a new future. Let bygones be bygones. Only then are we able to pursue the true goals in our life.

Mistral

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Miraman, in the year 242 AF.