Excerpt from Private Journal

There was already a crowd of defenders at the Rune Library when I arrived. Apparently there had been several waves of attacks already. To me, the force seemed quite small considering what we've had thrown at us by the fiend over the last few weeks. I decided to stay rather than join the forces assaulting Baal'morda directly in Hythloth. I needed had worried...

Only one attack occurred after I joined the group... Not a very large one. A sign that told me that Baal'morda was weakening. I stayed back and used my magic mainly to cure the poisoned and heal the injured. Nothing strenuous as I watched the dragons chomp down hard on walking piles of bone while the blades of the warriors chipped away at the assailing undead.

When at last the battle ended we stood around waiting for the next assault. It was never to come, and shortly word was to reach us that the assault party had been victorious and Baal'morda had fallen. Most of the defense party made there way to the Silver Arrow. I made my own way to the Lost Lands with Lady Melyanna to find myself a new pet.

When we returned we were greeted by quite a sight. Both parties that had assembled that evening were gathered in front of the Arrow. Thirty or more folks in total I guessed, maybe more. Faces both familiar in the glade and strangers had fought side by side to put down the Daemon... and we thought they had succeeded.

But it seemed the Daemon... while at the end of his strength was not quite finished. One by one skeletons pulled themselves from the ground below us only to be destroyed seconds later. Nothing like the wave after wave of Bone Knights and Magi that we had grown accustomed to fighting. It was then that I noticed Myra Sunveil near the door of the Arrow. I wasn't the only one to notice her.

In light of her past actions I can certainly understand the agitation of the crowd. They were demanding she roll up her sleeves and show her the marks placed there by Mord'sythe. They were very demanding in fact and crowded around her, pinning her to the wall. She was to the point of tears when I finally pushed through and intervened, yelling for all to back off. I could have saved my breath...

At that moment the monstrosity appeared in the glade. I know it spoke to all of us for I heard its voice, not as loud or as strong as in past encounters. I cannot recall what was said for the mass of confusion coming from the crowd. He had been defeated all had thought yet there he was. None seemed able to get past whatever wards it had placed on itself... My own spells couldn't touch it despite numerous attempts.

When I turned to look... Myra had made her way to the front of the crowd surrounding the Daemon. What happened next came as quite a shock to me. She raised her sword high above her head and struck down on the beast. With a last scream the Daemon fell to the ground and was silenced.

Once again the day was won, we thought, and once again Myra was besieged by the crowd. This time I watched silently from the back of the crowd until I decided it was time to head home. I had heard that Myra was to be the one to strike the final blow against Baal'morda. As far as I knew it was finally over. A sudden surge of gasps from the crowd told me otherwise and i turned back to watch.

Baal'morda's broken body was hovering bare inches off the ground. As we watched it began to move. We followed behind at first, the entire group, until some of us realized the course it was taking. It was heading for the Rune Library and the Temple. I burst ahead of most and many followed me. I yelled out orders for the steps to be barred so the thing could not enter our Temple.

As we watched the body of the beast came to rest just before the steps. In a last gasp those around the Daemon heard its voice, now faint and distant, within our heads. "Allow... me..." was all that was spoken before the creatures body vanished before our eyes.

As I watched Myra was once again pressed. Hesitantly she rolled up the sleeves of the dress she was wearing. The marks that had stained her arms and enslaved her to Baal'morda were no longer there.

As I sit now in my home and write this, many questions still plague me. Was Baal'morda truly destroyed as some believed or simply weakened? Will he return to plague us again in a hundred years? What of Mord'sythe, the red headed Scion and carrier of the Affliction that hurt and killed so many? And what of Myra? Is she truly free of the curse she brought upon herself or are things only just beginning? I guess we will learn all these answers in time.

~G~