I can still remember the moment I read the last word of the Tome of Zarizan. The indescribable feeling of the arcane energies rushing through me, the complete and total soul-wrenching pain, the sound of wood splintering, the peaceful abyss that followed. I can still remember waking up, the village decimated. Huts flung out into the trees, beyond sight. Rubble everywhere. Corpses littered across the landscape, pieces of corpses even further. Myself and the Tome the only things still intact. I remember the terror, the guilt, but most of all I remember the thrill.