Episode: Darkwater Rising
Posted by Story on 09/23/17
But this morning, news from the Darkwater Watch is good. The darkwater is no longer spreading. The news spreads quickly, and High Lord Victus Thrax gathers everyone together. "Speeches ain't really my strong point here," he admits but then gives one anyway. "The Darkwater's back to being its normal dangerous self. Thanks first to the Goddess Mangata, and to all those who have given her thanks and offerings. As far as I can tell, she needed an assist and we all helped her together. But let's not for the men and women," he adds, with a stern glare to a few die-hard Thraxians who are still grumbling about the strange inclusion of women in this business, "who fought and sacrificed and died to bring us the knowledge we now have. The darkwater deeps aren't spreading, but this isn't over yet. For the sake of all those who gave their lives to defend us we're not going to just let this go. This isn't over yet."
A cheer goes up, but Victus raises his hand for silence. "News has come from Arx though and there's immediate business to attend to there. Not for our sake, but in aid of allies who have helped us in our time of need, now we are in turn reaching out to give aid to them." He looks up at the cliffs on which Maelstrom sits and the statue of the goddess reaching out to sea. "For now, we're headed home. But this isn't over," he reiterates, a determined look on his face. "We'll be back."
And so the ships start sailing home to Arx, bringing most of the brave souls who came to Maelstrom to stop the darkwater incursion. In a few short days' time there will be joyous reunions and sorrowful news, tankards raised in honor of those who fought, in memory of those who died. Tales told and songs written, and the business of life goes on. Perhaps, as these courageous adventurers sail west, they dream of home.
A cheer goes up, but Victus raises his hand for silence. "News has come from Arx though and there's immediate business to attend to there. Not for our sake, but in aid of allies who have helped us in our time of need, now we are in turn reaching out to give aid to them." He looks up at the cliffs on which Maelstrom sits and the statue of the goddess reaching out to sea. "For now, we're headed home. But this isn't over," he reiterates, a determined look on his face. "We'll be back."
And so the ships start sailing home to Arx, bringing most of the brave souls who came to Maelstrom to stop the darkwater incursion. In a few short days' time there will be joyous reunions and sorrowful news, tankards raised in honor of those who fought, in memory of those who died. Tales told and songs written, and the business of life goes on. Perhaps, as these courageous adventurers sail west, they dream of home.