The King an old grizzled man lay in his craft. To be floated to a final resting place of his forfathers. Thranwuir waded through the water with the rest of the ceremony. His father had gone nearly insane come the end of the war. He had nearly doomed the capital with his ravings. He had died with honor though. Finally able to rest with the more the Hundred Years war finally over. He had fell asleep after reading his commision from Khemri confirming his lands to be redelivered. A man of his word to the end he was finally able to rest. He had been mortally wounded in the early years of the war defending his fathers body at the battle of Kurin. He had been struck by three arrows and sliced by davarian blade. Men now sang songs of that day when the king despite all that collapsed around him looked to the skies and cried to the heavens for his father. Him leaving him, for giving him such a powerful burden. He had demonstrated his love of Myocaca that day and that of Bladism and his father. He had raised his sword crying to the world,
"If they fear our exhistence, unite us all, to call us barbarians, let us give them a good reason." Raising his blade in oath he charged on ramid, bigjaur, and beast down upon his foes. He had shown his love and passion for this world. It was the fall of Fendrus and rise of Falone as the great Archmaster. But, his days would windle to his wounded severed body of that day, but it would not be forgotten by any man.
Helmfest had taken over and fought on the walls. He had run through the forests and slain Tellium and Lengel alike. He had been a warrior to his end. Riding gloriously through the wilderness he fought unblindly. Slaughtering those around him. He had rallied time and against forces. But on the grand beach heads where the lengels finally were driven from Blade, he was surrounded. As his first squadron came in outnumbered 5 to 1 hemade Helmfest's last stand. He fought amongst the flames. Surrounded by his men he cut over and over unable to stop for a split second or lose a lim. It had been the killing arrow that had hit his neck. His armor unscathed still glowed brightly. Then the swade bladesmen came killing the enemy. His brother standing over his dieing brother. He cried and mourned that day. A day that will always be mourned. The angel of divinity he would be remembered for. His armor with wings of gold on its back shined more brightly that day. And as the swordsmen struggled to get to their ally they were to late. Helmfest body staggered over in pain was all they could see. But no blood came. Helmfest drew up his horn of Ramid tusk and blew the horn of Myocaca. Throughout the lands men claimed to hear the sound. From the mountains of Ikki to the lands across the sea, they say they could hear a small sound on the horizon. Helmfest had given his final call. His final wish. His voice was heard. It was the bladesmen broke through reaching the still sound of the horn resonate from Helmfests body. He shed but one tear that day the general said. He could seee the sun rise perfectly from where he sat. A red son of Myocaca. The horizon of a new dawn. The captain of Myocaca now dropped his horn. He whispered his last words, "It shall be undone..." Collapsing into the sand all men stood over bowing their heads. All bowed as low as they could burying their heads, for the man they would remember as the prophet. He would forever live on in the hearts of men. He would never be forgotten. His brother crawled up towards his brothers face, Helmfest smiled. He was carried away to a nearby village. The captain had parchment brought to him, he wrote down the words, "the blademaster returned this day, he will arrive again." his hands lay cold it was finally over, he was dead, but it was not over.
Araguern had died in his ancient age. Perishing in his sleep. Peacefully the dragon of the south was no more. He had fought in the greatest war yet known. The bloodiest and most brutal. He was to be laid to rest at Venustas. The hidden tombs kept safe from Lengel intruders. He would lay to rest a man, a genious, a bladist.
Halone would live on, mourning his eldest sons death. He would live out his days as a retired noble, he had fought honorably and would die quietly.
Thranwuir would live on. Abandoning his old ways the blonde ranger put down his way of life, he would live on to be king. His adventure before him. His friends fighting more honorably than ever. Thranwuir took Jasmine as his wife, or Josephine formal. Balthasar would become an advisor, and the rest would soon become other officers. It was zip though who had disapeared. His brother leaving them for the south. The boys to grow up. Thranwuir would begin his rein as Archmaster, the Rogue King.
