Lord Rasmodel has been put to rest at last.
He rarely knew quiet. His family pushed and cajoled him to further the Rasmodel name. Then he was beset by nightmares, as two malevolent beings grappled over his mind. When the Dreaming Stone shattered, they all took him. He was their spoils.
We can only hope that, when death came, there was quietus. He felt it for a moment as the Dreaming Stone fell, and - perhaps - he feels it on the journey over the Noumenon.
The part of him that was a titan - that part remains. You hold it in your hands. Unleash its wrath.