One Journey Ends, Another Begins

My comrades and I recently explored the remains of what was once the Tree of Life, which now is a husk of what the stories used to tell. The insides were carved with the tales of this world and the other world's histories which intrigued me to no end. Though the history of the place was preserved, those damn cultists desecrated the tree's remains, making a mockery of the once towering symbol of life with their equipment lying everywhere and everything.
 
After reaching the tree's canopy, we came face-to-face with Schmeb the betrayer (not surprised really) and his new cult adversaries, who were holding my son captive. He looked scared to death, and Rhunn and I were ready to make the sacrifice, but that damn doctor ruined it all and killed my son. So reckless of him to make such a stupid move without even talking to us first! Not sure who's more stupid; that doctor for making that move, or Schmeb for believing the dreck those cultists were spouting...
 
I fought for my life out there. Rhunn and the Doctor came so close to death so many times, but luckily I had some magic items which I found some good uses against those cultists, bone dragons, and shadows. I took them all down in a blaze of glory thanks to my guardian spirits, and gave Schmeb what was coming to him after I bashed his face in with my maul.
 
When the battlefield cleared, I took the sapling from the fallen Schmeb and felt an amazing power course throughout my body. It's as if a god themselves lent me a slice of their power, and I was able to revive my son! I must do more research on this precious plant, as, much like that dagger, it seems to hold mystical powers beyond our comprehension.
 
That's why I'm currently on a boat back to Sorviodunum, leaving the adventure behind. I'm too old for this cult-hunting stuff, but I can still help out by researching into this peculiar plant and find out how and why it works. I may even be able to bring back my family through the experimentation process!
 
 
Final thoughts:
I kind of feel sorry for Schmeb. He had good intentions, but was influenced by the wrong people. If he hadn't killed my son, I would have spared that pathetic old guy, but I let my anger get the best of me.
I hope Rhunn can handle herself, err, itself out there. They seem like they are capable enough to handle those idiot cultists with the right help. When I'm not doing research I'll be sure to help them out as they would me, and I'm planning on bringing back their brother when I get the chance. After all, if you're bold enough to risk your life to save my son, that's the least I could do.
My once small family has grown much bigger, now closer with Boris, my stepfather, Kipp, Rhunn's family, and the many allies I have met through my journeys. I hope it grows even further as I grow older and more curmudgeoned, and I wish the best for Rhunn and her adversaries out there. I'm sure they will do great.
 
~Jaz'ra Tardel