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<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">A very long time passes.</span> Your worries should be melting away - after all, you are dead - but you still feel concerned. Was your entire journey a waste? Were you destined to come all this way for your sister, only to die like this, at the hands of... what was the Abbot really, anyway? Some kind of celestial, like a fallen angel? Or was that an illusion? He was immensely powerful, too powerful for somebody in an Abbey in the corner of Barovia.
You shake your head. In retrospect, hiding under the blanket was stupid. You had convinced the mongrel creatures to fight alongside you, the stage was set for your heroism, but in the critical moment, you cracked under the pressure and reverted to a childish fear. But oh well. It seems like such a silly problem from where you are now. Best not to dwell on it.
Your sister would probably find this whole ordeal funny. You came all this way, only to die from hiding under a blanket? She knew how to make light of these kinds of things, how to make even the most terrible concerns seem silly in hindsight. That's how she would placate you at night when you were afraid of spirits or monsters coming for you - she'd tell wild stories, and eventually the whole thing would seem so silly that your fear would turn into amusement before you even noticed.
Where is she? Is she okay? It's a stubborn fear that's sticking with you even now, after death.
...
Something's wrong. You shouldn't be here. All that's around you is a gray nothingness.
What about the Elemental Plane of Fire? What about your devotion? Has Kossuth rejected you? Oh, Lord, you hope not!
Your mind races through the possibilities. Was it because you impersonated a devotee of Lathander? Have you abandoned your sister in death, breaking your vow to the Lord of Flames?
You wish you could ask, but it's hard to think, as your thoughts are clouded, numbed by this flameless fog that mutes your surroundings and threatens to overwhelm you.
You listen and attune yourself, and you think you can feel the presence of others here. Thousands trapped in this strange purgatory.
You want to pray, but you can tell you won't be heard here, so you just scream silently into the vacuum.
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