I failed.

Despite my attempts, despite my devotion to both my king and the gods, I failed both.

The encroaching undead, he who sought to usurp the throne from my beloved King, struck me down. No doubt my king laments my failure, as the lowly undead attempts to fight him.

There is nothing left for me. I am forever doomed to the deepest reaches of the abyss, nothing less is fit for me.

I merely hope that there is purpose, beyond the door of death.