Go epilogues!
Notice the difference between mine and Sercs. His is succinct. Mine are overblown and epical.
RIAWILDE gave her all in the war to save the world, reaching untold heights of power. She became one of the greatest and most respected Spirit Shaman's her people have ever produced...but with power, came sacrifice. As the years went by, she became less and less the person she had been, and more a force of nature. Merciless and cruel-tempermental and unpredictable. She lived long as one of the Fey, never aging, never dying-watching those she loved slip away one by one.
Even today, there is an ancient thing that still protects the forests and Spirits of the places the Elves once inhabited...and her grief and wrath are a terrible thing to endure. Occasionally, one may hear her lament on the wind.
She calls for her family to come home to her. No one who answers has lived.
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BAEL and his trusted hound Jhondryr never really stopped fighting. There was always another foe-Orcs, Undead, Humans. He was never quite able to curb the bloodlust within him, though Riawilde tried her best to temper it... He lived to a long and venerable age, a timeless champion of the tribe.
He was last seen staring into the brush alongside his youngest hound-Jhondryrs ancestor by many dozens of generations-having sighted the most beautiful Stag anyone had ever seen, one which he forbade the others to hunt-this one was his, and his alone. An ancient compact they had made, long put off...but now, the price was paid. Bael kissed Riawilde one last time, then ran off in pursuit-his lovers cries echoing in the empty forest long, long after.
He was never seen again...but Jhondryrs pup limped back to the village a few days later, injured but alive. She bore the scars of a terrific battle, but as for the outcome, only she and the Gods know.
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KALD Blackstone found a measure of peace, fighting alongside his daughter and her lover in the Deep Wars-he became his Raes defender against his fellow Dwarves misaimed beliefs-and, against tradition, had her named as his own 'Dottir'-blood of his blood. In time, he forgave Tali-and she forgave him. No more needs to be said.
They fought long and hard against the menaces of the Greenskins alongside them, leading Dwarves time and time again to victory against overwhelming odds.
To his surprise, he actually survived the war. Kald Blackstone hung his axe over the fortress gates-vowing his days of drawing blood were done-unless his foes dared threatened his home once more. To Kalds credit, not a one dared during his long life. He remarried-a rarity at such an advanced age-forgiving and letting go of his past. He died peacefully in his bed, and the weapon, and the promise it held, still remained over the gates.
They say, throughout his fortresses long history, when the gates are breached, the weapon will vanish from it's resting place...and a terrifying spectral slayer will stalk the halls, driving the enemy back, as he always has.
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TALI Blackstone had difficulty settling down into a comfortable life. The rigid hierarchy of the Dwarven people she had long left behind still chafed...but in time, with Raes help, she found what she was looking for There was still fights to be had, anyway-a stiff drink to be had-and if the occasional piece of treasure was misplaced, none complained. And now she had a warm hand to hold. Unable to bear naturally, Tali and Rae adopted-becoming Mothers, if you can believe that, to other lost and orphaned children-Dwarves, Human and Elves-teaching them the hard lessons they had learned in her life. And Tali tutored them in a few of her old tricks, for when things got hard.
Tali and Rae became something that of a legend, together. Years after, the pairs good natured bickering could still be heard ringing through the mountains-they were truly inseparable. It was a good life for them, and a long one.
But, like all things, it came to an end. Tali, nearing the end of her natural life, chose not to prolong it with the help of the Winterer-knowing it's poison promise for what it was, she cast it into the Plane of Fire to be guarded by the Legions of undying Flame, just one of the spiritual armies that she was said to have had a part in creating with her old friends to seal away the legend weapons forever, as best they could.
Tali Blackstone passed away in her lovers arms not long after, finally happy. She told Rae not to be afraid-and not hurry up her life on this Dwarves account, she was fine waiting a bit till they met again.
Her children continued her controversial legacy long after she was gone. They're still picking locks and causing trouble for all sorts of people to this day.
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