I awoke to the disturbing and twisted thoughts of Syraven again. My dream was more unusual than normal; it didn't involve the slaughter or total dismemberment of someone. No, instead it was Myself, it was my own death, I've heard that if you see yourself die in your dreams you'll die in reality, sadly it's true, I am Dark fated. I saw my death and it didn't scare me as much as I thought, I have faced death five times now and I am comfortable with it. I have brought the dead back to life, I have reattached dozens of limbs yet I feel at peace, sure not all of my goals have been met but I have saved lives. I have been turning more evil but it is all Syraven's fault, he has been corrupting me lately. I guess I might as well get up.
After Fishscale finished those thoughts he always has after waking up. He swam over to his coral staff and smiled, a peace of home is always with him. He swam to the surface of the water in an effortless manner; his eyes burn a little from the morning sun hittin