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    Synopsis:

    The avatar died during the grand finale (MF/DU player killing themselves, Karlach burning up). In a dark void they meet with Withers to have one final chat before moving on.


  • 12.
    Withers
    : Who flickerest there? The poor, brave soul who hath defied the Lord of Murder - the madman in king's clothing.END_BrainBattle_Event_Suicide, REALLY_DARK_URGE
    • 58.
      Withers
      : With thy death, thou hast given life to all the Lord of Murder would see undone. Thou hast made good on the promise of thy better heart.
      • 54.
        Withers
        : Tell me, adventurer... hero... friend. Do the voices echo still?
        • 8. Player: I'm not sure. I hardly know where I am.
          • 57.
            Withers
            : Thou art where thou must be - until thou goest where thou must go.
        • 32. Player: At last I hear only silence. Blessed silence.
          • 17.
            Withers
            : Thou deserveth as much. Let thy mind be its own place thou mayest sow and reap. Ah, what sweet fruits might such fertile ground yield?
            • Link to Node 50
        • 36. Player: I hear nothing. I am alone. Bereft.
          • 2.
            Withers
            : Alone - for now. Bereft - only thou knowest. But thy story endeth not here.
            • 50. [Jump] Jump to Node 56 (1)
  • 19.
    Withers
    : Who flickers there 'twixt the shadows? Gale, who didst surrender his very self for the salvation of Faerûn.END_FinalDecisions_Event_GaleExploded, REALLY_GALE
    • 61.
      Withers
      : I feared I might not find thee here - that Mystra would have already plucked thy thread from the tapestry of fate. But she may wait a while yet.
      • 7.
        Withers
        : Tell me, Gale, how doth thee weigh thy sacrifice, now it hath been made?
        • 14. Player: I've no regrets. I'd do it again if I had to.
          • 18.
            Withers
            : The Weave floweth not in this place of shadows, Gale of Waterdeep, but thine heart singeth in its place.
            • 59. [Jump] Jump to Node 56 (1)
        • 13. Player: I feel... unburdened. I've redeemed myself at last.
          • 21.
            Withers
            : Redemption need not require such sacrifice, but there can be no doubt thy penitence is complete. Thou art absolved at last.
            • Link to Node 59
        • 29. Player: I didn't want to die, but I couldn't see any other way...
          • 60.
            Withers
            : Circumstance did not ordain thy fate, but thine own strength. Thou wert ready for such a sacrifice, and thou art ready still.
            • Link to Node 59
        • 11. Player: One illithid for the whole of Faerûn seems like a fair trade to me., FULL_CEREMORPH
        • 11. Player: One wizard for the whole of Faerûn seems like a fair trade to me.
          • 51.
            Withers
            : It is time thou learnest to value thyself truly. Thy sacrifice weighs greatly on those thou left behind, as it doth in this place.
            • Link to Node 59
  • 37.
    Withers
    : Who flickers there 'twixt the shadows? Gale, the wizard who thought to crown himself a god. Thou didst think to wake in Elysium? devnoteREALLY_GALE
    • 34.
      Withers
      : The orb was thine undoing, for thou didst never truly comprehend its power, nor learn the truth of its conception.
      • 27.
        Withers
        : So, thou standest here before me. A failed god, a humbled wizard. Tell me - was thy life a fair price to pay for thine ambition?
        • 35. Player: Wait - I'm dead? I don't understand? This can't be real...FULL_CEREMORPH = False
          • Link to Node 47
        • 3. Player: How am I even here? I have no soul...FULL_CEREMORPH = False
          • 47.
            Withers
            : The transition from life to death undoes many a mortal's mind. Thou art confused, but thou willst collect thy thoughts, in time.
            • Link to Node 0
        • 64. Player: Of course. I reached for greatness. If I failed, so be it - at least I tried.
          • 49.
            Withers
            : Even now, thy resolve falters not. That strength of will may serve you yet.
            • Link to Node 0
        • 26. Player: I don't think it was.FULL_CEREMORPH = False
          • 22.
            Withers
            : Is thine hubris quelled at last? Regret thou mayst, but thine purpose here will not be served by melancholy.
            • 0. [Jump] Jump to Node 56 (1)
        • 44. Player: I'd already given my soul when I became a mind flayer. I had to take the chance at something greater.FULL_CEREMORPH
          • 1.
            Withers
            : Thou didst abhor thy form too much perhaps, for there was life left in thee still, should thou have cared to live it.
            • 39. [Alias]
              • Alias to Node 4
              • 25. [Jump] Jump to Node 23 (1)
  • 42.
    Withers
    : Karlach. I wondered when thou might arrive. Here, in the place where all must go.
    • 52.
      Withers
      : Thou faced thy fate bravely. Yet thou chose death over life. Dost thou regret it?
      • 24. Player: Until I know where I am, I can't decide.
        • 15.
          Withers
          : Thou art where thou must be - until thou goest where thou must go.
          • 65. Player: I'd ask you to clarify, but I know you won't.
            • 55.
              Withers
              : Indeed.
              • Link to Node 16
          • 41. Player: Then I guess I can't regret a thing. I made my choice. And now I have to live - die - with it.
            • 48.
              Withers
              : So many choices made. So many paths unfurled. Yet leading always where they ought.
              • 16. [Jump] Jump to Node 56 (1)
          • 33. Player: I still wish there had been another way.
            • 63.
              Withers
              : Yet perhaps thy way hath led thee exactly where thou ought to be.
              • Link to Node 16
      • 10. Player: Regret it? I don't know. I wish there had been another way.
        • 40.
          Withers
          : Heroes possess hearts of all kinds.
          • 9.
            Withers
            : Thou still hast a role to play, for death itself hath many pathways.
            • 31. [Jump] Jump to Node 15 (2)
      • 53. Player: No. I did what I set out to do, and I left the world I loved.
        • 62.
          Withers
          : So few are provided the privilege of choosing their manner of dying.
          • Link to Node 9
  • 43.
    Withers
    : Thou flickerest in the dark - but with mine keen eye, I hath scryed thee.END_BrainBattle_Event_Suicide, FULL_CEREMORPH
    • 4.
      Withers
      : I told thee once that an illithid hath no soul, and yet thou seemest to have something of the spirit about thee.
      • 20.
        Withers
        : I cannot account for it. How delightful.
        • 28.
          Withers
          : Tell me, how doth it feel to roam about as thou art now, transformed?
          • 66. Player: Where am I?
            • 46.
              Withers
              : Thou art where thou must be - until thou goest where thou must go.
          • 38. Player: I still feel like myself. My memories, my feelings - all intact.
            • 6.
              Withers
              : No matter how many aeons I have roamed this world and beyond, I am ever-surprised by mysteries new and old.
              • 45.
                Withers
                : I cannot account for thee, adventurer... hero... friend. But I know your story endeth not here.
                • Link to Node 30
          • 5. Player: I feel... sad. I'm not ready for my life to be over.
            • 56.
              Withers
              : Thy life may be forfeit, but thy death hath only begun to unfold.
              • 23.
                Withers
                : What awaiteth thee is a mystery even to me. I cannot account for thee, adventurer... hero... friend. But I know thy story endeth not here.
                • 30.
                  Withers
                  : Death itself hath many byways, and thou might yet have a new and different role to play.
                  End