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D&D 4th ed: The Story of Galin the Wizard

"The last thing I remembered, I was travelling the king's highway through the Underdark, on the trail of the Drow merchants whom, I had heard, carried the rare crystals that I needed for a ritual. I made camp when I grew weary, found a hollow along a bend in the road, some place dry and off the rough cut ground. I remember dreaming that the world had turned red, that everything was sharp and vicious, I fell down and tumbled, hit my head and everything swirled, I did not know if I were up or down, awake or asleep.

When I came out of my nightmare, I stood in another, looking down at my own body, gutted like an animal on a slab of fine obsidian, my robes gone, strips of cloth wrapped tightly around my pale and lifeless limbs, my face, eyes vacant and staring at nothing, blood everywhere and all over me.. I looked down onto a different pair of hands, slick with gore, grasping a warm lump of fatty brain, the foul taste of it filled my mouth. As I realized suddenly that this was no dream, I cried out and staggered back, the surroundings a blur of impressions.. jars with organs floating in fluid, books, scrolls, charts and large candles everywhere, tables with flasks and strips of cloth, scattered parts of strange creatures of the world below, and many even I did not recognize.
I saw a doorway and lurched on strange legs toward it, knocking over candles and bowls of powders, oils, who knows what.. I had to get away, the sight of my own dead body, organs removed and stored in jars, was too much.

I ran, on wiry, strong legs, a light robe wrapped around me, my new body, wrapped in strange cloth, that somehow felt a part of me, like a layer of dry skin.. I reached out to open doors with my new hand, nails as thin as a cat's claw, my breath came in gasps, through a mouth full of different teeth, and I was in a tunnel like a street, dark, and yet I could see everything clearly.

Figures watched me, I saw yellow or red eyes, hooded robes, a stall covered with dried, rat-like lizard things, piled up under a sign covered in the crawling script of Deep speech.