In the Shadow of Virtue: Epilogue
WarderDragon
It is over.
Together the Legions of Britannia and their Ilshenarian Counterparts drove the Lord of Pride through the portal from whence he came. To a place Sorcerers call the Void ...to a place peasants and the old religions call Hell.
But Darkness is not so easily banished. Victory not so easily claimed. For even now, wretched cannibals and vile demoniacs roam unmolested through Britannian Streets. Nobles and Warmongers clamour to establish power in the vaccum of our crumbling Kingdom. And let us not forget the hundreds of Bane Cultists who had no trouble communing with their Demonic Master before his banishment and shall have no bar to doing so now.
But for now, Sons and Daughters of Virtue, revel in this brief respite. Drink and Honor the Victorious Dead. For the shadow shall rise again. New demons who crave human blood and feast upon their sorrows.
Ours is a nation birthed in Violence. And in the grim darkness of our future there can be only war.
WarderDragon
It is over.
Together the Legions of Britannia and their Ilshenarian Counterparts drove the Lord of Pride through the portal from whence he came. To a place Sorcerers call the Void ...to a place peasants and the old religions call Hell.
But Darkness is not so easily banished. Victory not so easily claimed. For even now, wretched cannibals and vile demoniacs roam unmolested through Britannian Streets. Nobles and Warmongers clamour to establish power in the vaccum of our crumbling Kingdom. And let us not forget the hundreds of Bane Cultists who had no trouble communing with their Demonic Master before his banishment and shall have no bar to doing so now.
But for now, Sons and Daughters of Virtue, revel in this brief respite. Drink and Honor the Victorious Dead. For the shadow shall rise again. New demons who crave human blood and feast upon their sorrows.
Ours is a nation birthed in Violence. And in the grim darkness of our future there can be only war.