But in a moment

Many months passed without incident. We were waiting for the Nothrog to attack the free kingdoms in order to lure them into a trap. One day, however, Obegard received an urgent message on his spire pendant. We quickly teleported to the Spire, though our teleportation was redirected to Gaston's office. He said that the situation was dire; undead had overrun the Spire and were killing everyone inside. We needed to evacuate as many as possible before it was too late. Gaston said that Obegard would be in charge of the students if Gaston were to fall, though from the sound of it, he didn't expect to survive the night.

We spent quite some time in the tower, delaying the hordes of undead so that the people running across the halls can each the teleportation circles to escape. The undead were both numerous and exceptionally powerful. We found that our walls of force, stone, and other obstacles were quickly dismantled by the undead wizards. However, we still managed to save a number of students, and in the aftermath, Obegard concluded that the old wizard school that was still half in the cursed plane of Basceron would be a good place for them to continue their studies.

More time passed before we received another summons. This time it was from the husband of Cassandra, a general in the armies of the Free Kingdoms. We said that one of his lieutenants has gone rogue, possibly because of the loss of his family, and was killing everyone and anyone he saw. We were tasked with tracking him down and bringing him back, dead or alive. It didn't take long before we found a village with bodies strewn in the streets, and there he was, with a strange glow in his eyes as he cut down villager after villager without emotion.

I called for the others to try to take him down alive, but in hindsight, I suppose it was a mistake. This thing, whatever it was, for it was not human, resisted many of our spells, and was extremely resilient and tough. Durthen and Borrow must have delivered dozens of slashes and cuts, but he kept going. I called upon darkfire, burning him over and over. Finally, after a drawn out battle, Obegard managed to deliver a shot that seemed to cause him to become unstable with pent up magical energy. It seemed safe from where I was almost sixty feet away, but as Borrow went in to deliver the killing blow, the creature exploded.

For a moment, I thought it would be all over, that it'd be the end. I knew that my body was probably incinerated in the blast, but I also knew that I had unfinished tasks at hand. I couldn't let the free kingdoms just fall like that, or the myself go without making up for my misdeeds. The next day, I woke up to discover myself in a new body -- not surprising because I had requested to be reincarnated again should I did. I was no longer someone marked by Lycanthropy, but instead a half-Nothrog. I believe that Albercht decided that I still must endure challenges in my life, but that for my deeds thus far, I was relieved from having to be one of the cursed.