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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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[Though admittedly "broad strokes" may not have meant "you two killed five people". Eh, he's fine keeping that part a secret if Astarion is.]
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[And that doesn't include all the hot-blooded deaths that happened when he was fighting alongside Tav before establishing the fortress.]
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I suppose it does seem rather quaint in comparison. I'm sure she trusts your judgment.
[He's still not entirely sure it's the right decision, but Zvei is immensely grateful for it anyway.]
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The lives of five people is almost inconsequential in comparison.]
I've never done something like this before. Never risked it, never had a need. I probably won't do anything like this ever again.
She trusts me, like I trust her.
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[Ah. He's going to miss Aelios, isn't he?]
Well, I'm supposed to be dead there, and Lorraine certainly wouldn't be happy to see that it didn't stick. Better to leave it all behind entirely.
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[He hasn't asked. It was a done deal that Astarion would be returning to his own world from the beginning so what the others chose to do wasn't something he ever bothered to concern himself with.]
It'll come with adjustments. There is no sky, for one.
[Which is probably self-evident, but it's important to put out there all the same.]
Where we're located, a trip to the surface would take nearly a tenday, and it would be perilous.
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That makes sense. It's a good thing you've got two powerful healers to help out, isn't it?
[Granted, Seymour's magic is sort of a work in progress now... but surely it'll be fine.]
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Indeed.
One of my companions I traveled with was a healer.
[A wave of... something passes over him. He'll almost certainly never see her again.]
She reunited with her parents in our travels. I think she's living with them, now.
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[He's never discussed his brothers and sisters at length with anyone here. The relationship he has with them is... complicated.
It'll be interesting, introducing them when they haven't come to pick a fight.]