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letsplayamurder2025-08-31 01:13 am
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Epilogue: A New Day
In the end, hope triumphed over hate. A new pantheon of gods, gathered from all corners of the universe, came together to unlock the ultimate power and it it flow over the land once more. They proved one goddess that her wisdom was correct, and another that her wisdom was keeping her trapped in a vision of the world that would never be.
You exit the temple of Olympus, battered and bruised, but more together than ever before. Athena raises her hand and drags it before her. In the distance, the keen-eyed will see the barrier that's long protected you finally fading away.
The sun shines down. Two months and you're finally, finally free.
Athena takes care to thank each of you personally. This was exactly what her and Fenyx had theorized was possible - not exactly, but the outcome is greatly acceptable. And now, Athena is bound by her oath to return you home... or wherever it is you'd like to go. You're gods now, you have the privilege.
Speaking of! Once everyone's rested and healed, Fenyx prepared a little get-together for everyone on the cliffs, with a special bonus: they can bring in any person you desire. Family and friends are preferable, but who are they to question if you want to smack your rival across the face for the first time in weeks?
They may react in confusion, however, if you tell them about the bits of Hope buzzing in the air like glowing fireflies. They're not gods, after all. They can't see them.
Dipping lower around half-day, you may peer over the side of the area and see far, far down into the valleys of ocean and cities. And beyond all of that, sailing in from the horizon, ships. Old ships of man-made nature. Sails billowing in a wind that no longer tears them asunder. Now that the storm has passed, life can resume picking up the pieces.
It will be messy, probably a disaster at times, but there's always hope. And if that carried you here, then maybe it will bring those people to the top of the mountain.
[This is the final post of Let's Play A Murder! Players are welcome to invite cast members to this log for the purpose of tagging out reunions (Fenyx and Athena will have personally greeted and asked to bring them here). You may tag this at your leisure, whatever last-minute endeavors you'd like your characters to get into will go here.
Thank you for playing.]
You exit the temple of Olympus, battered and bruised, but more together than ever before. Athena raises her hand and drags it before her. In the distance, the keen-eyed will see the barrier that's long protected you finally fading away.
The sun shines down. Two months and you're finally, finally free.
Athena takes care to thank each of you personally. This was exactly what her and Fenyx had theorized was possible - not exactly, but the outcome is greatly acceptable. And now, Athena is bound by her oath to return you home... or wherever it is you'd like to go. You're gods now, you have the privilege.
Speaking of! Once everyone's rested and healed, Fenyx prepared a little get-together for everyone on the cliffs, with a special bonus: they can bring in any person you desire. Family and friends are preferable, but who are they to question if you want to smack your rival across the face for the first time in weeks?
They may react in confusion, however, if you tell them about the bits of Hope buzzing in the air like glowing fireflies. They're not gods, after all. They can't see them.
Dipping lower around half-day, you may peer over the side of the area and see far, far down into the valleys of ocean and cities. And beyond all of that, sailing in from the horizon, ships. Old ships of man-made nature. Sails billowing in a wind that no longer tears them asunder. Now that the storm has passed, life can resume picking up the pieces.
It will be messy, probably a disaster at times, but there's always hope. And if that carried you here, then maybe it will bring those people to the top of the mountain.
[This is the final post of Let's Play A Murder! Players are welcome to invite cast members to this log for the purpose of tagging out reunions (Fenyx and Athena will have personally greeted and asked to bring them here). You may tag this at your leisure, whatever last-minute endeavors you'd like your characters to get into will go here.
Thank you for playing.]
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That is certainly an understatement. We might fill the entire library with the stories all of us can tell from our lives, I think.
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[ Though she says it in a way where it's meant to be more like bleak humor. ]
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The stories of your life would be popular in Amphoreus, then. My people certainly love their tragedies as much as they love the epics.
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Ferdinand probably would enjoy those Amphorean stories too, though, now that I think about it.
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[She indulged in theater, of course, and found herself loving some of the stories it told. Really, it was more fascinating seeing how the stories changed over the centuries.]
With the passion he has for every little thing he says, does, and watches? I'd be surprised if he wasn't roped into at least one performance. The people would love to hear just how he speaks once he gets himself going.
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[ It's all good entertainment until it's actually happening live, she supposes. ]
...He'd love it. Maybe he'll even get a chance to put on a performance, some day.
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[She saw the way he looked at her, as they watched the final trial through Fenyx's cauldron. He was probably planning the scenes out in his head right then and there.]
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[ This is the first she's heard of this but by gods can she see him wanting to do it and oh no what if this gives him that idea. ]
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[ She loves you Ferdinand but she also knows the sort of person you are. ]
Uhm, that said...thank you for the outfit you made for me. It's an excellent fit.
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[But. Zvei put an end to that.]
But I've been working thread and loom before I even took up the mantle of a demigod, so estimating measurements was child's play. Were they suitable enough as funerary garb?
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[ Tmw not dressing suitably goth-like results in physical pain for you,,, ]
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[Between Velvet and Vanity, she's glad to see that her new companions have a good eye.]
... Though... one piece looked rather familiar.
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