I lovingly think of this story as "She's not the messiah, she's a very naughty girl"
and it happened on my first playthrough...
On my way into Cyseal, my intrepid characters got more than a little bit confused by the guards on a bridge. After talking them into getting escorted into town, Roderick got a bit jumpy, and misread the friendly offer of a handshake as an attack, and promptly began trying to defend himself against the slight with fireballs.
Chaos ensued, and after a little while the huntress, Scarlett found herself looting a few corpses in the hopes of finding some trinket that'd allow her to pay for some form of ressurection scroll or something that might get her magical comrade back on his feet again.
Skip forward a little bit later, and after several days of working with the people of Cyseal, it begins to look apparent that there's no one around to help get Roderick back on his feet, and that she's probably going to have to do some learning for herself and develop some kind of ressurection/necromancy skills of her own, as the lack of a supportive companion was really starting to tell.
Being smart, she headed to the local library to find some tome or scroll that might get her started on her way. She was confused to find the body of Roderick already waiting for her at the top of the stairs to the library, and assumed it was some strange hallucination, or possibly a sign from the gods that she was well on her way to succeeding in her purpose.
Not being smart enough, she didn't consider that it was in fact, a private library and that the sight of her pilfering her way amongst the tomes might upset the local residents.
With her nose firmly pressed against the pages of a collection of herbal remedies, she was set upon by the librarian, victoria, and her friend. The attack was swift and merciless, and even against one of her foes, Scarlet would most surely have failed. She fell to the floor almost before she could draw a weapon to defend herself, and prepared herself to move on to the afterlife.
Instead, some magic force lifted her up, and she was able to stand again for a moment and take stock of the situation. Unfortunately her opponents seemed to be expecting this, and murdered her again. The magic happened again, and this time she was able to hit one of her opponents briefly, before being dispatched. The magic happened again, and again she was slaughtered as she rose. It continued happening, death after death after death. Every now and again she'd be able to inflict some injury or wound on her opponents before falling before them once more, and each time she rose where she began again, re-invigorated and renewed, her opponents grew slowly weaker as their injuries took their toll.
After a long time the battle was over. Her opponents lay dead at her feet and Scarlet was finally able to peruse the library uninteruppted.
Where to start, she wondered, a librarian might know. She looked at her feet, noticed the reference cards spilling from the Orcs hands, and rolled her eyes.....
