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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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[Oh! Ow! Okay maybe he deserved that. And suddenly he's face first in the taller man's chest and he smells so goddamned familiar and... oh. Oh, he is crying too now. Okay, we're just going to cry here for a moment!]
you've gotta deal with my leftover icons, I'm not paying up his acct for this :p
outlandishfashionable attire many of them have likely ever seen.That's not true, Seymour's here. Gods help them if those two start talking.]
You stubborn foolish idiot!
[His tone has shifted, at least, from indignant to sullen. Pouty one might say. And after another moment he steps back, hands on Ferdinand's shoulders so that he can inspect the redhead properly.]
As if the entire mess in Adrestia wasn't enough, now this. [A sharp tsk, his expression disapproving as one hand moves up to touch Ferdinand's chin just below his scarred lip.] Ugh! And you've gone and marred that lovely face of yours. What were you thinking, Ferdinand?
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[ he looks away, sheepish and shamed.]
As for my thoughts... I do not know. I should have crossed the river as soon as I heard Edelgaurd's full plans. But... ah, you know me.
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Who the hells is Khalid? Don't worry about it, Ferdie.]
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[He's so huffy when he says it but... at the same time there is so much he cannot explain, lines Adrestia crossed that are so much more unforgivable than simply stripping a man of his titles and sending him to die. What can he truly tell Ferdinand?]
Tea would be lovely.
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Please, fill me in: how has the war fared?