Lord Abadar, I think my mind is breaking. I have seen magic. I have seen power. I have seen men turn into dragons, I have seen trickster gods test mortal wits and loose, and I have seen power... true power. I stand beside living gods, and I am in awe. I am sorely unworthy, and I doubt my choices are my own anymore. I'm just another character in this story. I'm the luggage carrier.

We have rewound time itself. I watched my comrade proceed through our next encounter with precognition of the events to unfold. Another token taken for the cause. Next we sought the Night Peddler out in the endless desert. Only to encounter a traveling centaur merchant named... wait, did he really exist? Who meets a centaur in the middle of a desert? The poor chap shared his goods with a living tornado and acquired himself an unrequited admirer. He offered to help his find the Night Peddler if we do something about his problem. Not far behind, we found this talking windstorm who expressed an eage ... Read more »