Things were uneventful after that until an Eastern adventuring team called the Ravens decided to come and kill us. (Hajmola had been using simalcra of us to inspire revolutionaries in the East, but that's yet another story. Not that we like the East much -- they enslave halflings and elves and use them for sacrficies -- but we haven't actually gone out there and joined the rebellion in person.) Their leader hit me with a spell called Mindkiller; when the spell went off, you took over and finished her off (she was almost dead, but you were apparently able to wield a longsword at this point). You were unable to speak and seemed almost paranoidly vigilant, but weren't hostile to anyone else. A paladin from the Temple of the Wind took us back to their base, where I was revived and you became dormant again. When I woke up I remember being vaguely aware that you were happy.
Some time later, I was astrally attacked by something I'd been watching on Detect Invis. I'm totally unschooled in astral combat (though I have been to the astral plane twice -- Whitemoon was going to train us in astral combat at one point but I've stopped holding my breath), so I mentally dodged and you stepped in and apparently fought the thing off. This time you were lucid afterwards. You seemed to know everyone and said that there were things you needed to discuss, but you voluntarily went dormant again because you were afraid that prolonged sensory deprivation would drive me insane.
That was the last direct contact anyone had with you. The ki-rin found some kind of barrier around whatever part of my mind you've been inhabiting, and Nomistrus later discovered that there appear to be *three* distinct spirits in this body, all contorted by extraplanar influences.
During this period of time, several other people from various past times have reappeared; we think the whilg are connected to this somehow. Our joining could be a variation on this theme or it could be entirely unrelated.