During the night in his sleep, Sir Loke passes away. His servants don't check on him until the morning but by that time, it was too late for a resurrection or a chance to save his life. His bloodlines ends with him.
The refugees that managed to flee to Sigil or was taken in by the druid circles start to relocate back to their decimated cities. It takes decades for those areas to recover but slowly and surely they rebuild what was lost. A new decree is past in which the arts of magic are regulated to make sure that something like this never occurs.
The druid circles remain elusive and secluded. It is the actions of the nobles that created this nightmare and it seems that some will always bare a grudge. The druids will always remember and will forever stay vigilant.
True to their world, the Harmonium keeps the peace as the populace rebuilds. They prevent several clashes and a rather large civil war as the power is transferred by from the displaced and shamed nobles to a future generation.
The Red Dragon goes back to his volcano and enters a deep slumber. It is unknown if old age finally claimed his spirit or if he waits until another threat emerges.
Epilogue Of A Invasion
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*Selebius
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Hograth returns to the Barracks tired somehow but also relieved. He sits down in his small, austere office and takes a fresh sheet of paper from the drawer to set up his report.
Almost an hour he pondered about his report, thought of all the things that happened, all the twists, all the allies and enemies met and lost again.
He then decides to keep it short and to the point.
Almost an hour he pondered about his report, thought of all the things that happened, all the twists, all the allies and enemies met and lost again.
He then decides to keep it short and to the point.
wrote: To: Cass, Mover
From: Hograth Thorn, Measure I
Sir,
we suceeded to free the Prime from the Devils, the leader of the invading forces was slain after having been abandoned by its own forces as its claim was shown to be false.
The Harmonium was victorious but we would not have suceeded without Administrator Arnder's legal assistance and the bravery of the mercenaries who supported us.
Rebuilding the place, bringing peace to this world will be a challenge but I do not doubt that we will prevail.
Hograth Thorn, Measure I
<a seal showing a dragon's claw and an arcane mark showing something similar>
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*Krayt
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In aother part of sigil the fey'ri sat in a dimly lit room. The cold-hued arcane flame emitting from a thistle-shaped brazier flickered, struggeling against the onslaughting darkness surounding them.
A larger slate placed atop four lesser stones served as her table. Once perhaps a piece of an exuisite marble fresco now the colours were faded away it had degenerated just as the building around her which it was once a part of.
On a parchment laying on it was a list of the payment she had recived. Sum and date. After she wrote down the final digits she rolled the black quill playfully between her thumb and index finger. While it was no way near enough her ambitions goals to be fulfilled but it was a hefty sum regardless. That man Loke I wonder what became of him- she mused to herself. But the though left just as quicly as it came.
A larger slate placed atop four lesser stones served as her table. Once perhaps a piece of an exuisite marble fresco now the colours were faded away it had degenerated just as the building around her which it was once a part of.
On a parchment laying on it was a list of the payment she had recived. Sum and date. After she wrote down the final digits she rolled the black quill playfully between her thumb and index finger. While it was no way near enough her ambitions goals to be fulfilled but it was a hefty sum regardless. That man Loke I wonder what became of him- she mused to herself. But the though left just as quicly as it came.