Session 15 - EPILOGUE

PCs: Garreth, Markus

The intrepid party descends into the ancient, echoing halls of the mausoleum, their breath catching in their throats as they sense the dark presence of Azrahel-Koth awaiting their arrival. The air is thick with foreboding, but they press on, their resolve unyielding. Suddenly, from the shadows, the Herald of Sathmog emerges, his eyes burning with malice and his voice a dark incantation of doom.

With a roar of defiance, the heroes engage in a fierce and harrowing battle, the clash of steel and the flare of magic lighting the gloom. The Herald's sinister power tests their limits, but their unity and bravery prevail. With a final, thunderous strike, they shatter his form, banishing the malevolent spirit to the abyss from whence it came.

Victory won and evil vanquished, the party makes their way out of the oppressive catacombs, hearts pounding with triumph and relief. As they step into the light of the outside world, they are met with a sight of breathtaking awe—a mighty dragon, its scales glinting like molten metal, stands before them. The ground trembles beneath its weight, and its eyes blaze with ancient wisdom and untold power, heralding the next chapter of their epic saga.

Epilogue

The first thing you notice as you step out into the daylight is that the demonic mist has been driven from the area. You gaze out over a bleak and barren island, surrounded by the black waters of Mirror Lake and littered with twisted bodies.

Then you see the dragon – a majestic creature with shimmering green scales and enormous wings. It is perched on a rock some twenty meters in front of you, staring at you with cold, reptilian eyes. Feeling small and insignificant, you are gripped by a strong impulse to bow before the winged beast.

“I thank you, friends,” rumbles the dragon in a thunderous, commanding voice: “You have saved the light and the cleansing fire. The three-tongued one was stopped at the threshold of his world, and Um-Durman is once again in safe hands.”

The dragon spreads its mighty wings and takes to the air with a few swift beats. It leaves you with a final message before disappearing from view – a telepathic hiss that seems to fill your souls and demand that you bow to a higher power:

“The time of the great cleansing is nigh. Eledain awaits his sword. He awaits his faithful servants. He will summon you when the time is right.”

The End.