This does not reflect the actual end, but it's just something I wrote, so dammit I will post it!
The Last Stand
The heroes Three were caught betwixt
The fire and demon’s ire
Alone they stood against the foe,
Their fighting quick, they did not tire.
About them strewn was Father Fort,
The place they loved was Necrothreat-
Ay, you have heard the tales, I’m sure,
Of Necrothreat where heroes dwelt.
The ruins of once a mighty fort
Are still a lovely sight-
There rose a carven statue’s face,
There gleamed an Eldritch light.
Th4DwArfY1 has drowned the world
In molten rock and flame,
And Sprin, the doctor of that place,
Began the demon’s reign.
But yet we see a flashing spear,
A pick is raised on high,
A sword is seen to rent the air
And in it gleams the sky.
So fought the Three as all about
Their lives were torn apart-
The Forumites around them die,
Like sick and twisted art.
Th4DwArfY1 was struck and died,
His spear was shed with death;
His shield he dropped, his life he lost,
He left behind all earthly wealth.
Now Highmax roared to see such sights,
His sword was liquid hate-
A shout he loosed upon the foe
As he embraced his fate.
He dashed beyond the demon’s lines,
He dodged the flaming lake,
He struck the leader in the mouth
And thus is what he spake:
“My soul will scour the underworld,
My blade will haunt your dreams,
Your children spawn I’ll brand with hate,
My anger borne on wings.
Kill me now
Kill me now
I’ll have my vengeance
In my death.”
And so Highmax was laid down low,
And drew his final breath,
His sword was left upon the stone
To mark his tomb and place of death.
Now Apiks, Elder born and bred,
Held up his brilliant pick.
It glowed with light, was bright with white,
His strokes were fierce and quick.
But all were dead; he was alone,
And so he fled his home.
Behind him roiled the clouds of smoke,
He fell to sleepless roam.
Away he went through dark and night,
His soul was on the breeze.
He came upon a newer start
Away from magma seas.
There made again was Necrothreat,
With Apiks at the head.
He knew the past that he had lived,
Recalled the friends who’d bled.
But Necrothreat arises yet,
From ashes does it soar,
No god can burn it from the world,
We live to fight another war.
Oh, and credit to Highmax and Sprin for giving me the general idea.
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