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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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Seymour. I have a proposal.
[It's probably obvious what his proposal is going to be, but he keeps talking.]
And lest you worry, Ivilezlei is getting the same one.
[It's obvious he's serious, because this is the first time he's ever uttered that name.]
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[Yes, he can guess at what it's going to be, because Astarion had made the same offer previously. His answer had been a 'no' back then, but... things have changed a great deal since he'd turned that offer down. Now he has a reason to want to keep on living. Now he's no longer tied down to the 'salvation' he'd been convinced was his responsibility to mete out.]
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[He gestures vaguely.]
I will not lie to you. Where I am headed, it will not be an easy life. The Underdark is incredibly dangerous, and the fortress is not civilization. But you would be welcome there. My siblings are certain to treat you as family.
[If for no other reason than the fact that Astarion does not make friends easily, so to bring someone with him means something.]
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[He turns that word over, first in his mouth and then in his mind. A family? People who would be happy to see him, who would wish to spend time with him, who would care about him? It almost sounds too good to be true.]
It could not be worse than Spira and Sin's ravages. Spira has given me nothing; I owe it nothing in return.
[And he can say that now, now that he realizes that he'd been forcing himself down a path because he couldn't bring himself to step off it.]
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[It might be a different sort of dangerous life than Seymour is used to, but it's probably not entirely alien.]
But you're right. Fuck those people, who asked so much of you, at the expense of yourself.
[He hesitates.]
I know you're undead, but it's a different kind than my own. Do you require food? Tav is a ranger; she could find most anything. And she's not a vampire.
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(A small, selfish part of him hopes that some other summoner beats Yuna to the punch on defeating Sin, but. Again, he's left all of that behind.)]
Actually, I am just as alive as any of the others here-- whatever Athena did when she brought me here seems to have revived me in a living body. A part of me resented it at first, but now I find myself rather grateful.
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It makes about as much sense as anything else.]
In that case, what Tav can teach you will be extremely valuable. I do have to caution you, however. Don't let Dalyria take your blood.
[...]
She won't hurt you, of course. But given she'll not have seen anyone like you before...
She used to be a doctor, before she was turned. She developed this foolish idea that drinking the right sort of blood will cure her. It won't, of course, but... well. Don't feel too bad about lobbing thunder near her if she gets any ideas.
[But seriously don't hurt his sister, he'll be mad.]
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[And there's no small note of bitterness to his voice as he says this. In the end, that fact was the root of all of his misery.]
I do not know what that would taste like to those of your kind, or if it would even agree with you. In many ways, Guado are more like trees than like humans. Although I suppose that might serve as even more of a lure to her if she is searching for a cure...
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[He pauses.]
I think this world may have dampened my senses. I don’t smell anything unusual about your blood.
[But he detects that bitterness and does not press.]
…Regardless, I hope you come to see the fortress as home.