[A young Aasimar Paladin lies upon a bed of stone, encircled by runes.]

Oh, sweet Kelemvor...help me! The pain is--so strong, so intense that I think I might die. I wish I could die. That might be against your tenets, Master, but I don't know how long I can bear this. Where am I, and what's wrong with me? The shard--aaaaaggghh! It's not there! It can't be!

Let's...go over the basics. Name? Tysyacha Vtoraya, age 30. Occupation? Loyal Paladin of Kelemvor, of course. The last thing that I remember, the King of Shadows was--dead?--and all my companions had helped me fight him. Neeshka, Qara, Khelgar--nnngghh--where are they now? Tons of rock were crashing down upon us, and I fear...no!...could they be in your realm?

The shard. Where's the shard? There's this big hole in my chest, huge, like a gaping wound yet something more than that. It's simply gone...*pants heavily*...Whoever did this, I'll send them straight to you and your judgment!

I'd better try to rest, as much as I can. What...is this twisting inside me, this presence, like I had a live tiger trapped inside my chest? I'm so hungry. Not for food, but something else...dear Kelemvor, won't you do something? Pomogai mne! Help me, before it's too late and I really do see you soon!