Spriggan Epilogue

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Spriggan Epilogue

Post by Queen Titania » Mon Nov 13, 2017 7:21 am

Spriggan Epilogue

Mephez: Servant Eternal:
Mephez awoke to a new world.
He was on sand. Hot sand, with blinding winds that would pick it up and fog your sight. Unpleasant, uncomfortable and it smelled of candle embers.
He knew this place. He knew it very well. He lifted himself up on his feet, squinting his eyes through the fog of whirling sand to make out an obscured figure. Long, blade-sharp claws peeled back the sandy earth and the twisted cruel sneer of its lips was matched by the contempt in its ruby red eyes gazing down at him.
Mephez knew this great creature. He kneeled respectfully, bowing his head. “Teuzrax.”
Teuzrax beckoned him to rise.
Mephez smiled, and stood next to his lord. The sand stopped being hot, the winds ceased fogging his sight. He could see the length of the abyss, the less demons prowling near their master. Defeated for now, preparing for later.
They would wait. They would plan. They would be patient. Be it decades, centuries, millennium., or longer.
The time would come when they would return. And when they would return, turncoats, and their defeaters, they would have retribution to pay. Urdlen would have his world.

Arch Illusionst: The Redeemed
A pile of bodies, Corrupted and untouched Hawk’in who fell in the battle for the Dale, lay in a mass of bodies in the graveyard. A lone priest of Urogalan lead the ceremony. A pile of masks as custom to their culture, to be placed on the faces of the dead, lay next to her. The rain did nothing to deter her work.
The former Arch Illusionist Selmila watched from the side, cowled to keep her face dry. A halfling widow who had just lay a mask on her deceased husband turned to her suddenly, startling her. The Arch Illusionist noted her tears and the little blue bow in her hair that clung to her soaked hair with the blow of the wind.
“Why him?” The widow asked. The Arch Illusionist knew why, yet Her heart sunk at the pleading tone, the struggle for the widow to understand. The Arch Illusionist’s lips moved, but she couldn’t manage the words. To state the truth would be selfish, to clear her own guilt, while igniting only anger. Yet to say nothing hurt.
The widow leaned against her, shocking the Arch Illusionist. Why didn’t she pick another for this, any other? She looked around, but there was no way to politely pass the halfling off to someone. She awkwardly wrapped an arm around her, letting her sob against her.
Her niece was right. Living was harder than dying. But she needed to be here. She needed to see this. Maybe her purpose would be to help them, that they didn’t fall to the darkest depths with their grief. Maybe this was the answer to her atonement.
It would be grueling, agonizing, emotionally challenging. But she would persevere, until it was finally time to be judged.

The After-Effects:

Bendir:
Bendir would rebuild. The loss and slaying of corrupted halflings that were once their own would be a chill that was not quickly forgotten. The citizens would look to their leadership and heroes to secure the peace. They would not forget their helpers, the Thane and his dwarves, the Coronal and his elves, the magi of the tower, and assorted allies isle over.

Spriggan Leadership:
With the death or absence of its leaders, the Spriggans turned to infighting, and their drow allies abandoned them to save their own skins. The collapse of Glorag Mur had destroyed the entire infrasctructure of the Spriggan’s Illusionist Academy, and the defection of its Arch Illusionist and the death of her only possible successor ensures, that at least for a very long time, the Spriggans will fall far down to a minor threat.

The Skull Crags:
Mountainous travel would be “relatively” safer. Without the Spriggan innovation and check on the Glorag Mur Golems, they would begin to run amock and dysfunctional.

Arelith would know relative peace once more. Or at least, as peaceful as an isle always filled with danger around every corner could ever get.
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