He shook his head as the others relaxed, and gestured back the way they had came. "Borval... well, I am not sure survived is the proper term, but we fought just two days ago about a days flight north of here. He was... changed, half angel, half flame demon, and completely insane. He claimed he had been wandering, unable to die, and considering what happened to me, I suspect that was the truth. I however, was able to kill him, and he thanked me for that, as did Helm for making a tombstone for him."<br/><br/>He stared at the same lake that had appeared, before sighing. "I did die, I know I did, I felt my body being torn apart, my magic running rampant, my soul attempting to go... wherever. But due to some fluke of my attempt to unravel the runic ritual that the Maralith had used, I survived the explosion that I caused, though I was... elsewhere when I came too. I was similar to Borval for nearly 200 years, wandering, seeking only peace and rest, either of the grave or from the rampant, uncontrollable power within me, I didn't care, I wanted it to stop. I came to about 50 years ago, and spent some more time wandering, learning about my newfound powers, and then went to a different plane, and tried to start over, since I didn't know where I was at the time. I met Cerulean and Tyra there, while dealing with the Dragon Goddess of Destruction's attempt to make a plane enslaved, and fought her to a standstill, forcing her back through the half complete portal that had been intended to allow her to manifest fully on that plane.<br/><br/>Yes, I fought a god to a standstill, you heard that correctly. Because the side effect of that explosion that killed so many was, well, I became a god. Please try to refrain from laughing too much."