"The time of the ritual had come, and Ghotry was carried to the altar. At the very moment that the dagger was

"The time of the ritual had come, and Ghotry was carried to the altar. At the very moment that the dagger was supposed to end her life, Pharasma's messenger left her body and flew into a rage. It was... well, there are no words to describe its splendor!" The elf stares at the floor. "But poor Ghotry. She was bolder and purer than any of us. Her sacrifice saved us. And she didn't even get a decent funeral... By some miracle, we managed to free ourselves and joined the battle. Vermelt's ritual was broken, and the mage transformed into a pathetic, undead shadow of himself. The only thing we could do was finish him off. Our friend. Our would-be executioner. The final feat of the Reckless Six. And then we ran."