Awesomeâ„¢ Depths
Exiting the small stairway back to the surface, Drag’os looked to the darkening sky and remembered that today was his birthday – he had almost completely forgotten about it and was grateful that he would be able to see the sunset on this day.

For what seemed like weeks he and the rest of his friends had been down in the depths of what had once been the repository of the mysterious Custodians, the arcane researches who once collected and catalogued all magical knowledge, and dealing with the horrors of Shar-Thom. They had witnessed both tragedy and redemption on three levels.

Shar-Thom, the corrupted custodian of the arcane researchers was both tragic and at once redeemed in the end by severing the bond held over him by the ivory book known as the Codex.

The scribe, Calanu, whose soul had been trapped on the material plane was redeemed after hundreds of years and finally able to pass on to the afterlife.

And then there was the tragedy that befell Brandis - oh, poor Brandis. His time had come too soon. Brandis Nole, the noble cleric of Pelor, left his home in the Witchlight Fens and had eagerly agreed to accompany the group and to help in the endeavor to recover the Codex. Brandis died a short time ago at the hand of Shar-Thom, while completing the ritual that lead to the destruction of the Codex. He would be sorely missed, even though his spirit would forevermore stand guard in the depths of the dungeon where distance between the material plane and the Abyss is razor thin to prevent any further incursions from the devils that inhabit beyond.

Drag’os calmly watched as his two companions, Zevron and Tryn, came up out of the darkness. The ruins they now stand in had once been the ground floor of the Custodians’ great keep. He looked to his friends for acknowledgement of the great sacrifice Brandis made for them. The moment their three sets of eyes met he knew that they each shared his thoughts. Brandis’ sacrifice would not be in vain.

Taking a deep breath, Drag’os allowed himself a moment to reflect. Looking over to Zevron, he quietly said, “I’m t’inking, it’s time for a celebration.” The air around them was just cool enough that his breath was visible. Zevron looked back at Drag’os with confusion, for just a moment, knowing this was out of character for him. Drag’os was not usually one to celebrate - especially in light of the tragedy they had been witness to. “A celebration of the life of our fallen friend.” Drag’os said. Zevron, smiled and agreed.

Tonight he only wanted to share the evening with his two closest companions, and a celebration of Brandis was honorable. Drag’os could not bring himself to share that today was also his birthday. Doing so would appear self-serving. So he decided that he would keep this to himself.
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Awesome sauce.