So, this is a spoiler post, but I don't feel to guilty. These aren't spoilers for this game.
Instead, these are spoilers for the previous trilogy... the game that I ran before at three conventions between 2006 and 2008. We have sufficiently departed from the timeline to put them in here. You won't find too many of your characters (partly because neither Vincia, nor any clan apart from the Onellons, existed in this continuity), and most of the individuals here have not been introduced. Further, some are so far from their original concept that it's impossible even call them the same character. But, because I think it's thematically appropriate, I thought I would put it here.
Also, it is slightly edited. Just saying.
Anyways, spoilers behind the cut.
After the Seal was broken, and the honored dead prepared for their final journey, Aric turned to his old advisor Siva, who was like a mother to him, and, in private, apologized like a small boy who had just nearly lit the hut on fire. It was a convincing, if empty, apology, but it comforted the old lady in her final weeks, as he intended. Siva, her work in this life done, and her family and people safe from the ancient threat, did not labor much longer in this world, and passed peacefully in her sleep before the moon was again full.
After her passing, Amla assumed the charge of the Sisterhood of the Tome, but never trained another. With the death of so many of her enemies, she returned to the land of the Kraki, where she let the various petty lords and such do as they would, exacting no tribute, and demanding nothing save peace. She ruled as the vassal to Olaf and the Queen of the Kraki for many years, watching the power and prestige of her brother’s great hall fade away, so that when she finally passed, none could even tell there was once a great nation known as the Kraki.
With her father’s blessing, Ingrid traveled to the court of Solda and Draught, fostered there for five years. Her presence facilitated many visits by her father to visit her and her care-takers, eventually, she would marry young Geoff, the heir to the Heorot throne. Geoff would prove to be benign king, completely dominated by his wife, as Ingrid effectively combined the rule of the Heorots and the Guth under one banner. Under them, Lloegyr knew peace, at least for a generation.
Thorsta would request leave from her duties, and Olaf granted it, for there no more wars to be fought. She quested for three years to find her equal, but the only men who could have ever defeated her died the night the Seal was broken. Eventually, in her travels, she found love with a man of the South, and bore him three sons, although she would outlive all her children, as such was the curse of Geist. When she finally died, unconquered and alone, she would have a funeral that rivaled that of emperors, and tales of her deeds survive to this day, but there were none left a live that could weep and call her mother.
Nothing of importance ever happened with Ander the Wicked ever again, and he never had anything to with the peace that followed in the next thirty years. No, nothing at all.
The body of Magnus was found being picked clean of vultures, a half mile from the city. Apparently he had tried to flee, only to be thrown from his horse.
The body of Caledon was lost during the melee, perhaps swallowed up by the crack in the earth, but certainly never seen again.
Queen Ala, and her Prince, Glenn returned to their people, and hid themselves away in their castle, and ruled a small bit of land for the Aels. She was still their Queen, but largely, they turned back to their own matriarchs and saw to their tribes, and were slowly but surely consumed by the faster-breeding Heorots. Largely forgotten by history, the pair would be noted years later for the elaborate funeral they held for Angus, whose burial tomb was discovered a thousand years later, and his exploits celebrated anew. Children who would never understand the Aels or the Heorots would know the name Angus, even if the heavily armored and mustachioed drawings in their books bore him little physical resemblance.
Around that same time, scholars would hotly debate the allegorical meaning the dragon in the epic poem of Odvar, for certainly there are no such thing as dragons.
All were surprised when Ala’s advisor, Earnen, faithful to the Old Gods his entire life, forsake both his faith and his worldly possessions to live the life of a monk of Arim for the rest of his days.
Augda counseled her grieving friend Bora, for Bora knew that the Old Gods were passing from the world. Bora would travel from village to village, trying to maintain the old ways, but each time she made her rounds, she found more and more converts to Arim, until, in the end of her days there were no others who held the Dunmar-Gog sacred. Augda, for her part, ensured that the converts were welcome, and recorded a history of the deeds of the Dunmar-Gog so that they would be remembered as Saints in the Church of Arim.
Of the remaining Viltem, Wendel went into the forests and was never seen again, but even to this day there is the Vendel Woods in the eastern stretches of the country, which is said to be haunted by a man-beast. Robard was found one day in his chambers hung by the neck, apparently a victim of his own hand, but reports of his passing were confounded when old friends continually sighted him, years later, dwelling in the shadowy corners of free houses across the land. Strum, perhaps the best known, was never seen after Geoff was returned to his parents a month later, with a fantastic story about flying boats and a city in the sky. There is, however, an extensive folklore about St. Trun, the patron saint of thieves and cutpurses, although no one knows which of those stories are true, if any.
Caid’s body was returned to his family, who also received a substantial gift from Prince Glenn of the Aels, and his boys were sent to study under the tutelage of the Prince’s finest advisors. The heirs of Caid became exceptionally wealthy and influential, and centuries later became famed for their exploits as part of the Crusades against the Heathens. One descendent even formed a Knightly Order known as the Brothers of the Page, although vicious rumors said that the society was far older, and had drifted from its original purpose.
The body of the murderous Kent was dumped unceremoniously in a ditch, and the Wahla burned his head and mixed it in with pig’s slop before they departed Guthland.
Olfa was not seen or heard from for almost a decade, when she ran afoul of Thorsta, and met her final death. Thorsta was not surprised to find the trappings of necromancy when she found her lair.
The Right Honorable, The Duchess of Canton, the Lady Sira filled an essential void in the economy of Lloegyr: she claimed Mark’s lands and titles, as well as most of his wealth. She was a valuable ally to Ingrid and Geoff until she died, surrounded by friends and family, at a ripe old age. As to Mark, he traveled south for a time with his friend Strum, and found himself in the Tiber, the seat of the faith of Arim. There, he reinvented himself as a clergyman and became a Primate, delighted to handle the tithes and expenses collected by the greatest church in all the world.
The body of Geist would be burned in accordance with Kraki custom, presumably by Mark with the help of Strum, in his homeland. His ashes were buried in an urn next to his brother, Haef, who he tried to avenge those many years ago, and his sister Hilde, who had died just a few years before.
With just one last glance behind him at his beloved Solde, Drust left the Great Hall of the Kraki. It wasn’t long before his eyes were wet with tears, and those tears gave in to sobs, and those sobs to trembling. A serving girl found him as he wept on the stone floor of the castle, and she cared for him, and listened to his story. And although he never truly loved her like he loved Solde, Drust found this woman made him happy, and that she truly cared for him. And she bore him four strong sons, who would grow up to serve their father and his lord nobly.
Dyfed returned to the Wahla with his brother and his new sister-in-law, and served his brother well for years. During this time, the Wahla established they would pay no tribute to their Queen, a tradition that continued for almost three hundred years, when they agreed to taxation in return for a Seat of Lords in the King’s Council. Their name persists to this day, as a man from Wahla considers himself Wahla first and Eurlish second. As for Dyfed himself, he never married, never had any children, and died while still a relatively young man of stomach rot.
King Pryd and his queen, lived happily ever after.
The Isle of Lloegyr knew peace for the full reign of Geoff and Ingrid, although the combined kingdoms of the Guth and the Heorots fractured peacefully after Ingrid’s death. The land would know both war and peace for several generations, until a cousin of the Heorot king would contest the throne, and invade with an army from the continent. With that, they brought a new language, new law, and a new name. And the Isle of Lloegyr was no more.
Instead, these are spoilers for the previous trilogy... the game that I ran before at three conventions between 2006 and 2008. We have sufficiently departed from the timeline to put them in here. You won't find too many of your characters (partly because neither Vincia, nor any clan apart from the Onellons, existed in this continuity), and most of the individuals here have not been introduced. Further, some are so far from their original concept that it's impossible even call them the same character. But, because I think it's thematically appropriate, I thought I would put it here.
Also, it is slightly edited. Just saying.
Anyways, spoilers behind the cut.
After the Seal was broken, and the honored dead prepared for their final journey, Aric turned to his old advisor Siva, who was like a mother to him, and, in private, apologized like a small boy who had just nearly lit the hut on fire. It was a convincing, if empty, apology, but it comforted the old lady in her final weeks, as he intended. Siva, her work in this life done, and her family and people safe from the ancient threat, did not labor much longer in this world, and passed peacefully in her sleep before the moon was again full.
After her passing, Amla assumed the charge of the Sisterhood of the Tome, but never trained another. With the death of so many of her enemies, she returned to the land of the Kraki, where she let the various petty lords and such do as they would, exacting no tribute, and demanding nothing save peace. She ruled as the vassal to Olaf and the Queen of the Kraki for many years, watching the power and prestige of her brother’s great hall fade away, so that when she finally passed, none could even tell there was once a great nation known as the Kraki.
With her father’s blessing, Ingrid traveled to the court of Solda and Draught, fostered there for five years. Her presence facilitated many visits by her father to visit her and her care-takers, eventually, she would marry young Geoff, the heir to the Heorot throne. Geoff would prove to be benign king, completely dominated by his wife, as Ingrid effectively combined the rule of the Heorots and the Guth under one banner. Under them, Lloegyr knew peace, at least for a generation.
Thorsta would request leave from her duties, and Olaf granted it, for there no more wars to be fought. She quested for three years to find her equal, but the only men who could have ever defeated her died the night the Seal was broken. Eventually, in her travels, she found love with a man of the South, and bore him three sons, although she would outlive all her children, as such was the curse of Geist. When she finally died, unconquered and alone, she would have a funeral that rivaled that of emperors, and tales of her deeds survive to this day, but there were none left a live that could weep and call her mother.
Nothing of importance ever happened with Ander the Wicked ever again, and he never had anything to with the peace that followed in the next thirty years. No, nothing at all.
The body of Magnus was found being picked clean of vultures, a half mile from the city. Apparently he had tried to flee, only to be thrown from his horse.
The body of Caledon was lost during the melee, perhaps swallowed up by the crack in the earth, but certainly never seen again.
Queen Ala, and her Prince, Glenn returned to their people, and hid themselves away in their castle, and ruled a small bit of land for the Aels. She was still their Queen, but largely, they turned back to their own matriarchs and saw to their tribes, and were slowly but surely consumed by the faster-breeding Heorots. Largely forgotten by history, the pair would be noted years later for the elaborate funeral they held for Angus, whose burial tomb was discovered a thousand years later, and his exploits celebrated anew. Children who would never understand the Aels or the Heorots would know the name Angus, even if the heavily armored and mustachioed drawings in their books bore him little physical resemblance.
Around that same time, scholars would hotly debate the allegorical meaning the dragon in the epic poem of Odvar, for certainly there are no such thing as dragons.
All were surprised when Ala’s advisor, Earnen, faithful to the Old Gods his entire life, forsake both his faith and his worldly possessions to live the life of a monk of Arim for the rest of his days.
Augda counseled her grieving friend Bora, for Bora knew that the Old Gods were passing from the world. Bora would travel from village to village, trying to maintain the old ways, but each time she made her rounds, she found more and more converts to Arim, until, in the end of her days there were no others who held the Dunmar-Gog sacred. Augda, for her part, ensured that the converts were welcome, and recorded a history of the deeds of the Dunmar-Gog so that they would be remembered as Saints in the Church of Arim.
Of the remaining Viltem, Wendel went into the forests and was never seen again, but even to this day there is the Vendel Woods in the eastern stretches of the country, which is said to be haunted by a man-beast. Robard was found one day in his chambers hung by the neck, apparently a victim of his own hand, but reports of his passing were confounded when old friends continually sighted him, years later, dwelling in the shadowy corners of free houses across the land. Strum, perhaps the best known, was never seen after Geoff was returned to his parents a month later, with a fantastic story about flying boats and a city in the sky. There is, however, an extensive folklore about St. Trun, the patron saint of thieves and cutpurses, although no one knows which of those stories are true, if any.
Caid’s body was returned to his family, who also received a substantial gift from Prince Glenn of the Aels, and his boys were sent to study under the tutelage of the Prince’s finest advisors. The heirs of Caid became exceptionally wealthy and influential, and centuries later became famed for their exploits as part of the Crusades against the Heathens. One descendent even formed a Knightly Order known as the Brothers of the Page, although vicious rumors said that the society was far older, and had drifted from its original purpose.
The body of the murderous Kent was dumped unceremoniously in a ditch, and the Wahla burned his head and mixed it in with pig’s slop before they departed Guthland.
Olfa was not seen or heard from for almost a decade, when she ran afoul of Thorsta, and met her final death. Thorsta was not surprised to find the trappings of necromancy when she found her lair.
The Right Honorable, The Duchess of Canton, the Lady Sira filled an essential void in the economy of Lloegyr: she claimed Mark’s lands and titles, as well as most of his wealth. She was a valuable ally to Ingrid and Geoff until she died, surrounded by friends and family, at a ripe old age. As to Mark, he traveled south for a time with his friend Strum, and found himself in the Tiber, the seat of the faith of Arim. There, he reinvented himself as a clergyman and became a Primate, delighted to handle the tithes and expenses collected by the greatest church in all the world.
The body of Geist would be burned in accordance with Kraki custom, presumably by Mark with the help of Strum, in his homeland. His ashes were buried in an urn next to his brother, Haef, who he tried to avenge those many years ago, and his sister Hilde, who had died just a few years before.
With just one last glance behind him at his beloved Solde, Drust left the Great Hall of the Kraki. It wasn’t long before his eyes were wet with tears, and those tears gave in to sobs, and those sobs to trembling. A serving girl found him as he wept on the stone floor of the castle, and she cared for him, and listened to his story. And although he never truly loved her like he loved Solde, Drust found this woman made him happy, and that she truly cared for him. And she bore him four strong sons, who would grow up to serve their father and his lord nobly.
Dyfed returned to the Wahla with his brother and his new sister-in-law, and served his brother well for years. During this time, the Wahla established they would pay no tribute to their Queen, a tradition that continued for almost three hundred years, when they agreed to taxation in return for a Seat of Lords in the King’s Council. Their name persists to this day, as a man from Wahla considers himself Wahla first and Eurlish second. As for Dyfed himself, he never married, never had any children, and died while still a relatively young man of stomach rot.
King Pryd and his queen, lived happily ever after.
The Isle of Lloegyr knew peace for the full reign of Geoff and Ingrid, although the combined kingdoms of the Guth and the Heorots fractured peacefully after Ingrid’s death. The land would know both war and peace for several generations, until a cousin of the Heorot king would contest the throne, and invade with an army from the continent. With that, they brought a new language, new law, and a new name. And the Isle of Lloegyr was no more.
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