The Dead are not buried by the Gods

Renaldine's travels have taken her to a town on an isthmus. A vibrant active town. A local tavern seemed to be a place to find jobs to earn coin. Renadine rents a private room. Descending the stairs, she sits in the corner, watching the patrons. The interaction seemed friendly, with just a few feats of strength being exhibited by males thinking with the lessor of two heads.
 
But wait, one of the people was an orc, and female!!!!! Renaldine raised the hood of her cloak. Staring at the female orc, something seemed familiar. Flashes of memory seemed to flicker in her mind. The strongest was Renaldine holding this female orcs body. She was dead. But she isn't? The memory was foggy, groggy, unclear, even disturbing. A warm sensation, almost burning feel came over her. Renaldine's discomfort apparently was visible as a drunken human approached her table
 
"Need some protection little lady?" he slurred?
 
Renaldine was so in focus she didn't see the man approach. Hurriedly, she left her seat and headed upstairs. Alone in her room, and not able to sleep was the worst part of being. Lonely, quiet, creepy7. She sat on the edge of her bed, in a trance like state, then, appearing before her a voice speaks.
 
"Renaldine?"
 
Startled Renaldine jumps, grabbing her mace, and backing up.
 
"Shhhh, no need to fear. I am a messenger. I am here to answer a few questions."
 
Renaldine looks to the door. Bolting she grabs the knob, it doesn't turn.
 
"Please sit child. A am a messenger of Kelemvor. A Doomguide."
 
"Doomguide?" I am doomed again? "Who is Kelemvor. Why is he punishing me? What did I do? Were my crimes so heines?"
 
The Doomguide held her hand up,. "Shhh, all will be answered in time. Gods are never forthcoming, it is part of the journey."
 
Renaldine started to feel a bit at ease and sat back down on her bed...... Still holding her mace.
 
"Renaldine, you were chosen by Kelemvor because he felt you were judged unjustly in your first life. He had to determine if you were culpable, or innocent. He placed you in a position for you to show him your true soul. When you sacrificed your life to save your friends, you showed Kelemvor who you truly were."
 
Renaldine's turned to look at the night. "I don't remember" she exclaimed.
 
"Yes I know. It is an unfortunate side effect of the rebirth process. You are not alive nor dead, nor undead. You are Reborn. You have been chosen by Kelemvor. The One who judges those whose die and shepherds them to their Gods if they are deserving. He has judged you as one who suffered judgment wrongly. He has given you another chance and now, you have power over the grave. You have powers relating to the undead, you are blessed with the spirit and watchful eyes of Kelemvor. He has rewarded you with another chance, to continue to show your character, your grace, your compassion.
 
I must leave you now my child. Go forth, live your life and remember the gift Kelemvor has given."
 
In a wink, the spirit was gone. Renaldine spent the night contemplating whether or not this was a gift. What she concluded was, she was here, she was capable, and she was going to continue to do what she is meant to do.
 
The next morning, she was reading the job board. An issue at a graveyard. This seemed right up her ally. Gathering her things she headed to the paymaster. Taking the ticket, she posted day and time and asked for 3 hearty volunteers.
 
The next morning, she as 3 others met at the appointed place. What appeared to be a rogue, bard and that familiar orc female, who was a barbarian.
 
The weather was not cooperative. The air was cool, but the winds were gusty. We traveled by horseback. On the way, we were visited by a pack of wolves. Irritating, but the Orc female, her name Mazira, made quick work of them. Mazira seems so familiar, it is driving me nuts.
 
The trip out to the graveyard was fraught with many interruptions. Goblins, wolves etc. Nothing we couldn't handle, but these bothersome instances were eating at our resources.
 
Upon arriving at the graveyard, I noticed the smell of undeath. This must be what the Doomguide was saying about my connection to the grave. Concentrating, I was able to find numerous zombies, waiting in ambush. I do not know a lot about zombies, but organized? This was odd. We fought them well, but they have a nasty habit of not dying. You just keep hacking away at them until they cannot stand because there is no more to hold them up.
 
We eventually defeated the zombies. This did cost some resources. Our task was to retrieve some artifact for a gentlemen. Apparently, his brother stole it from him and we believe, he is here.
 
The challenges leading to the brother were not hard, but did require us to use some resources. This worried me. I had no idea what was to come, but I felt not being at full strength was not the best idea. That being said, when you're dealing with undead, you cannot take a lot of time because undead have a tendency to return.
 
Deciding to push on, we finally found the brother, who seemed to be partway through a transformation into a lich!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, and we were at half strength.
 
He seemed to get the jump on us covering us in a noxious mist. It burned, it ached, damaging all of us. If not for someone breaking his concentration on the spell, I would not have made it out. I have to wonder, if I failed on the first mission, would Kelemvor have judged me poorly? Great, something else for me to worry about.
 
The battle did rage, the Lich disappearing, spells back and forth. The rogue seeming a bit ineffective. Mazira is just flat out impressive. Even if the enemy is invisible, she kicks ass. I was able to add a bit of help, but for the most part, The Bard and the Barbarian bitch slapped the lichborn into the grave, hopefully to stay.
 
The return home was uneventful. The weather still sucked. For the most part, we didn't really talk to each other. I guess having to kill the brother to retrieve the artifact puts a pall on our meeting.
 
Upon returning the artifact, I explained about the brother. He bowed his head, explained that he was saddened, but the outcome was not unexpected. Somehow, I get the feeling he wasn't grieving all that much. Is he the next big bad evil guy we have to fight?
 
Oh well, as a party we divided the loot, and went our separate ways. I wonder, do I know Mazira from the past? Was she who I saved?