Finally the years of carrying his burden caught up to Rrbhaunoch. Over ten years of carrying the burden of another soul within his own body reached it's end. Late in the month of Awakenings, he ventured back into the pass to try clearing a section to build the Keep that he's always dreamed of having. Rrbhaunoch felt his sickness coming on and heat gradually started to take over his body's essence and his movement were frozen. Waves upon waves of heat buffeted the snow and ice around him, melting it into small pools. Never had this effect of his burden been so great. He decided to go somewhere more safe.... Walking through town center, a strong convulsion hit him, and without ability to do otherwise, he kneeled there for a moment. Rrbhaunoch's gut began to rumble and growl like that of a starved Giant. He gulped down the only food-like substance he had...Draught of the Gods to try to snuff his pain. His body grew hotter. Everyone around him could feel it. Leaning heavily against his staff and his dragon Florionghi, Rrbhaunoch attempted to heal himself to no avail. He showed a powerful array of white and orange glows as he healed and then drank, healed and then drank. Suddenly his body was wracked again by his affliction. His stomach spoke up and he started to vomit, but only flames reached from his mouth. He layed back his head and blew forth a huge vomitous pillar of Orange and Green Fire. Struggling to retain composure, he staggered experiencing pure fear despite his expectance of this. Running to the north as best he is able, waves of heat rushed over the merchants and shoppers present in town square. He ran towards his favorite bar, in hopes of finding something to sooth his throat. Rrbhaunoch instictually let his mouth hang open and let his head fall forward to let a hefty trail of blood drool out onto his white robes and all over the pavement. He started to cough violently as he ran. Just as he reached sight of the Red Rose Cafe, his robes began to catch fire at the fringe. Screaming out for the first time his body is overcome with pain as his flesh itself begins to BURST into flame and his voice receded into a mere gurgling of blood..... Rrbhaunoch's body was being consumed by fire: slowly, slowly being prepared as a vessel. As the last of his flesh melted away, the flames around his body flexed for a moment before exploding Violently. The essence of the Pheonix Rrbhaunoch had been carrying exploded from his lifeless body and into it's fiery capsule. As the Pheonix rose all the auxillary fire surrounding Rrbhaunoch ceased and the Pheonix paused for a short moment to look down at the remains of the body below. With a single flap of it's wings, the Pheonix made one huge swoop over Moorgate before bolting north, over the mountains. ~ Rrbhaunoch opened his eyes to see nothing but a white haze. Laying still for what seemed like hours, his eyes finally focused in the Plane of Rebirth. Attempting his first movement, his entire body screamed out in horrible pain, though his voice remained still. He quickly stood up despite his pain to notice that his hands were red...and almost completely devoid of skin. He reached up to feel for hair, his most prized asthetic property, only to flinch back when his hand actually touched his overly sensitive "skin". He sat back down and started to mutter something to himself, stopping short due to an odd feeling in his throat. He leaned forward and spit out a stream of blood, splattering his white adornments with his own bright red fluid. Senrania looked over, and seeing that this man who had helped her on so many occassions, was in drastic amount of pain, she raised her hand as an amazing white glow surrounded his body and her compassion shown through to a mortal yet again. The blood flowing from his still open mouth trickled down to a few drops only long enough for his stomach to instinctually regurgitate the pool of blood that had gathered in his mouth. Rrbhaunoch passed out and fell forward into the pool of his own blood that lay there. He woke up a few short moments later to the sounds of some metallic clinking. Unaware and uncaring of what might be going on around him, he carefully examined his arms and the "skin" presented there for several minutes. He knew it would be unwise to try to magically heal this new flesh, so he rose and with a silent nod of thanks to Senrania and a small pouch for her payment, he strode back into the town of Moorgate. Dropping a short note off for his wife he slowly but steadily made his way to his secret loft in Moorgate to rest several days without being bothered. Staring into a mirror, his expression remained calm despite the image held within.... ~