the splintered court

[DarkxL0rd]

So i beat it as the svarts. was there supposed to be some closing texts like in falamars missions? kinda anti-climactic after all that work to wipe'em off the map. those ljo's take forever to root out. did i miss something? played through and got a domination victory, but then kept playing cause i thought maybe i had to conquer. all it did was gave a conquest victory to duin. (i had given him alemanchier)

 

[DarkxL0rd]

nothing then?

 

[MagisterCultuum]

I believe it will have some such text eventually, but it hasn't been checked in yet.

Giving the victory to Duin was fixed in a patch a while back. The current patch still has an error with recording a Svartalfar win of this scenario in the trophies file, but that should be fixed soon.

 

[rusty217]

Here you go...

Spoiler :

The messenger of Esus was one of my favorite creations. He had two mouths and always spoke both the truth and lies. He was currently standing before the court simultaneously telling of the victory of the Svartalfar and of the Ljosalfar. Demonic barons planned both my triumph and a way to recover from this defeat depending on which story they believed. Of course as I am able to discern every lie it is of no hindrance to me.

The messenger addressed the masked figure in the throne, who sat in the deepest shadows of the long hall. Everyone assumed that was Esus, in fact my deception was so complete that even the decoy in the throne believed he was Esus when actually I was disguised as a simple lyrist in the hall. These past few centuries I had begun to wonder what if everyone in the hall believed they were Esus and I wasn't the god of deception. But it was a thought I tried to chase out of my mind.

I could see everything done in shadows, hear everything whispered. In a distant cell Ljosalfar prisoners planned for an escape, Rivanna herself considered overthrowing Faeryl, and all throughout the Umbrawood those few elves who remained loyal to Cernunnous hid.

Across the rest of Erebus greater lies are being told by priests, generals and kings. I closed my eyes and buried myself in the layers of manipulation, intrigue and egoism.

But there was one cancerous sore on Erebus, one place devoid of the subtleties of my work. The dead lands, where walking corpses spoke their own simple truth and Tebryn Arbandi sought to end my game entirely. There is no opportunity in destruction, and as much as my wayward sister may object, I had no desire to see my kingdoms turned to ash.

So I whispered into Faeryl's ear. I told her tales of desire, wealth and power and beneath a white moon the Svartalfar launched warships towards the dead lands.

 

[EmptyWolf]

Thanks rusty. Very helpful for people who completed the Splintered Court during the early patches.