Long is the journey on hoof and foot, with power weak and faith forgot.
On the 8th day of August I awoke in the temple of death after a 12-centuries slumber. There were Edue the everseer, Hakim Al Tulsi the shadowmancer, and Titus Arrakis the weaver of secrets. While Titus prepared a divination ritual using our divine totems, we investigated the temple and found its patron, Hood, dead, evidently at the hands of Likos. We retrieved his totem and returned to Titus who sent us to retrieve the god-killer sword. We found but the hilt, and Titus dropping all pretense, having completed his ritual, stripped us of our divine powers and banished us to the desert, dismayed but unable to kill us.