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As the six begin to dream, they are all teleported to a scene from the past. You recognize the area you as the Ancient Portal to the Nether, only it is now active. It hasn't been active for more than a thousand years. You see tents in the distance with the white and gold flag of the crusaders raised above them. Looking at the Portal you see the magic keeping the portal active is beginning to fray and be torn asunder. Sareesa must be preparing for the final assault through the portal to fray it from the other side, forever locking her and her followers away inside the Nether, where time means nothing, to fight for eternity against the demons.
Looking back up at the tents feel yourself being dragged into one of them, as though you were being sucked through a straw. Inside the tent, you see Sareesa sitting in the corner her back to the opening of the tent, she is praying to the Gods to grant her strength. A Troll clad in armor that shines like the dawn of a new day enters the tent, "Ah not be likin' the look o' things m'lady." he says with a think accent. Sareesa brought peace between the Trolls and Humans, meaning that worship of her as a demi-god is even higher among Trolls than Humans even now. It is speculated that only Sareesa, who was in touch with the planet, the spirits, and the heavens, far more than any being since her could have diplomatically ended the war between the Trolls and Humans that had lasted since they first met.
"Sentinel, you know I must do this. I know that the Zealots do not all stand with me, that some even seek to overthrow me as leader before I can close the Portal. However, if I close that Portal, and those faithful to me join me and fight the demons on their own land, for the first time the demons will be threatened, and not our world. I want for the children to grow up in a world free of this darkness." she says standing up. Sareesa's heavenweave robes are brown with gold trim, far more unassuming than most would expect of the Grandmaster of the Zealots. Her hair is long and brown and her eyes a light blue, almost grey, that seems to radiate pure kindness.
"Ah know m'lady. We Trolls, we be standin' with ya to tha end. I will fight at your side, until I draw ma last." He says knelling. Sentinel is known to be the chosen Knight of Sareesa, a warrior of true spirit who guarded her from all manner of threats, single-handedly ensuring her escape or rescue from many close battles with the demons.
Sareesa approaches the kneeling Troll and kneels beside him, her head right up against his. "I know you will. After all we've both been through, I can say a better knight could not have been found. I thank you for all your years of service." She says, as she draws her head back away from him. Lifting his head with her hand, she leans in and kisses him lightly.
"You know the others must not find out, they not be understandin'," Sentinel says standing up and dusting himself off.
"Well, we're only about to march through the gate to a world where sleep will be a luxury and death will haunt us with our every step. I thought you might need something to remember me by in case we're separated," she says smiling. What you have seen has never been known by any others, while it was always known Sareesa and Sentinel were close, only the most extreme had suggested a relationship beyond one of duty and respect between the two, much less a physical relationship.
"Come m'lady, the troops are nearly assembles and ready for our final assault." says Sentinel heading out of the tent. Sareesa gazes at him as he leaves before shaking her head and masking over her feelings with a facade of duty and righteousness. Picking up her staff and throwing knives where she had left them by her bed, Sareesa headed outside.
The sun shone down on all, storm clouds brewed in the North but none of the soldier milling about seemed to pay them any notice. As Sareesa exited, several of the soldiers glanced at her and slinked off leaving only three with her. "What is the meaning of this?" she asked them.
"If we allow you to live, you'll break the power of the Zealots forever, trapping our most skilled forces in hell forever." said one of the soldiers. They all drew out their swords simultaneously. All 3 charged for Sareesa at once. Despite being famed for her great power, Sareesa did nothing as they charged, allowing the swords to puncture her. One sword stuck out from her back, stuck between two ribs. One was through her stomach and the final sword was in her side and surely had punctured her lung.
The three soldiers left, content in the damage they had caused. Struggling to hold onto life Sareesa dropped her staff and gripped at the sword that was stuck inside of her from the front. With much effort she pulled the sword out. As she did, she began to cough of dark red blood. "It looks like. . . this is the end," she said, on her knees, a pool of blood growing around her, her once clean robes, stained with her blood.
As she struggled to hold onto life with everything she had, Sentinel approached, having heard his mistress saying something. Shocked by the sight, he approached her and began to cry. As he did, Sareesa's body began to glow, and her eyes light with divine fire. "Sentinel, do not cry, I shall not die today." she said.
This is recognized as the moment when Sareesa's divine spark overtook her mortal flame and she acceded to become the Demi-God that she is today, presumably still fighting in the Nether against the demons. As you all begin to wake up, you can hear a small, faint voice speaking to you "The portal, it will open again soon, my strength can no longer keep it closed. You shall all have a part to play, in doing what I could not. Destroying the Ancient Portal."
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