Post by andycd on Jul 2, 2020 14:43:27 GMT
In the centre of K’ul Goran, in a simple farmer’s field soon to be inducted into the annals of history, the last of a battered, scared and beleaguered army staggers through a collapsing rift out of the hellish landscape of Avernus and onto familiar and welcome Material dirt.
There was already talk of erecting a monument in that humble turnip field, to commemorate the victory that was won here - and the sacrifice made to achieve it.
In Daring Heights, a small band of adventurers recover - catching their breath after a desperate flight through a tower full of devils and machines, a band of children in tow. Two women move slowly around the runic circle on the side of the plaza, arcane energy still crackling as they begin to wind down and disentangle themselves from the web of power they have been caught up in.
In Avernus, war rages on, as it always has and always will.
K’ul Goran was free (barring a few arrests over the coming weeks) of the cultist influence at last, and the blood ritual binding their country had also dissipated. The ominous orange glow that had hung over the land ever since the blood ritual had taken root was now fading, banished like a bad dream. In the farmlands, the first signs of health were returning to the soil their blighted crops had been growing in.
Now the people of this great country had to come to terms with the colossal revelations they had recently been confronted with - that enabling the very invasion they had just put a stop to was the actual purpose for their existence. They had turned against the creator they had forgotten, and won. There were some deep existential questions to wrestle with - and it was likely to be a task of decades or even centuries to come to terms with this cultural anagnorisis.
As for the Shunned - a problematic name at best symbolising a problematic relationship with K’ul Goran - rather than seizing the opportunity to strike deeper into Gorani territory with the fiendish distraction had instead fought off the roaming infernal forces in the countryside. Whether this was a matter of prioritising one evil before another or signaled real intent to normalise relations with K’ul Goran remained to be seen.
Daring Heights had kept its ally safe, and in so doing had been instrumental in saving the multiverse. For a growing young town seeking prestige and influence, this was a pretty good thing to have on the resume. The cost had been high, and there would be plenty of grief to go around, but for now it was one more crisis dealt with, and one more confirmation that the adventurers of the Dawnlands were an asset they could not do without.
Life would slowly return to normal over the weeks following Zariel’s invasion. For most, it was something they only heard about, an event that happened away from most eyes and was resolved in less than a week. For others, what they had seen would be with them forever.
Certainly, this was a week Zariel would never forget.
There was already talk of erecting a monument in that humble turnip field, to commemorate the victory that was won here - and the sacrifice made to achieve it.
In Daring Heights, a small band of adventurers recover - catching their breath after a desperate flight through a tower full of devils and machines, a band of children in tow. Two women move slowly around the runic circle on the side of the plaza, arcane energy still crackling as they begin to wind down and disentangle themselves from the web of power they have been caught up in.
In Avernus, war rages on, as it always has and always will.
K’ul Goran was free (barring a few arrests over the coming weeks) of the cultist influence at last, and the blood ritual binding their country had also dissipated. The ominous orange glow that had hung over the land ever since the blood ritual had taken root was now fading, banished like a bad dream. In the farmlands, the first signs of health were returning to the soil their blighted crops had been growing in.
Now the people of this great country had to come to terms with the colossal revelations they had recently been confronted with - that enabling the very invasion they had just put a stop to was the actual purpose for their existence. They had turned against the creator they had forgotten, and won. There were some deep existential questions to wrestle with - and it was likely to be a task of decades or even centuries to come to terms with this cultural anagnorisis.
As for the Shunned - a problematic name at best symbolising a problematic relationship with K’ul Goran - rather than seizing the opportunity to strike deeper into Gorani territory with the fiendish distraction had instead fought off the roaming infernal forces in the countryside. Whether this was a matter of prioritising one evil before another or signaled real intent to normalise relations with K’ul Goran remained to be seen.
Daring Heights had kept its ally safe, and in so doing had been instrumental in saving the multiverse. For a growing young town seeking prestige and influence, this was a pretty good thing to have on the resume. The cost had been high, and there would be plenty of grief to go around, but for now it was one more crisis dealt with, and one more confirmation that the adventurers of the Dawnlands were an asset they could not do without.
Life would slowly return to normal over the weeks following Zariel’s invasion. For most, it was something they only heard about, an event that happened away from most eyes and was resolved in less than a week. For others, what they had seen would be with them forever.
Certainly, this was a week Zariel would never forget.