Editing Heroes of the Spiderwoods (section)

== The End ==
 
Some legends say, the Felucien was once a golden tree higher than any tower, it’s roots were as wide as the borders of the city of Qelebryn Anen’Sun, and it’s leaves shined in the sun with every colour of the rainbow.
Nowadays, it didn’t look that way. Black, ugly and dead, it’s naked branches were spreading around like fingers of a dying man, trying to grasp something with it’s last breath.
Hundreds of ravens were sitting on it, watching us with scorn, as we walked under the roots of the tree.
She was there. They were all there - hags and witches and their undead servants, all chanting and screeching in the preparation for their sacrilegious ritual.
“It’s over!” - Eisen yelled, calling their attention to our arrival.
Myrtle glared at us, her eyes were full of hatred - and justified fear.
“Don’t you dare to retreat!” - she called for her coven, as many of her witches began hastily retreating. - “Kill them all! Now!”
The battle began - at first, Myrtle surrounded herself with an impenetrable shield, forcing us to deal with her minions first. The witches were weak - but their undead minions were peculiarly powerful - yet nothing we couldn’t deal with.
And then it began awakening. We all could see it - only a shadow, a silhouette at first, but as we continued the fight, it’s hideous body with all it’s eyes and tentacles started emerging from another plane.
It’s presence was signaled by the the dark mist that began covering almost half of the battlefield, shifting, moving and changing shapes. Whatever stayed in the dark cloud quickly began withering and dying - and it only grew worse by the minute.
All the while, Myrilith continued to be a threat - her magic was deadly, yet even in close combat she could easily fight with Eisen on equal ground.
A creature of such power could not be defeated by our swords - so Dietrich began chanting words of the Covenant.

In the end, when Myrilith suffered the fatal blow, it was by Eisen’s hand, amidst the choking black mist - but her ultimately meant nothing.
Wich each second, the creature from beyond kept growing more and more powerful. The mists became denser, deadlier, they covered more and more ground, forcing the heroes to retreat again and again, choosing between getting slashed by the living dead or suffocated by the being’s magic.
Fiona, heavily wounded from her short-lived duel with Myrilith, was forced to retreat all the way to the Felucien’s roots in order to heal herself - and that was the moment when the mists cut her off from her friends.
She could not help them anymore - but neither could they help her. The dead, they were risen by the creature’s presense - and they headed to the Felucient. The tiefling girl was the only thing in their way.
The creature’s power was far beyond summoning smoke and raising the dead - it’s very gaze inflicted powerful curses upon the heroes.
 One - and Gunnar was paralyzed in his place, watching as the mists approached him.
 Two - as Ditrich was burnt. He could not afford to scream - the Covenant was simply too important.
 Three - and horrified Eisen started turning to stone.
As the heroes could only momentarily stun the creature and Fiona could only keep the undead at bay for only so long, everything depended on Dietrich’s courage in the end.
Despite the realization of horrible truth coming too late, he still finished his chant, calmly looking at his comrades.
 “Eletha gar tarrum ollenin tas inelas stros kai nirelin… Dietrich.”
There was a flash of light. And then there was thunder.
And then it was over.
 
The moment the black mists faded and the undead collapsed, Fiona rushed back inside - it could only mean one thing.
The creature was driven back, Myrilith was dead. They have won.
But as she gazed upon the battlefield, she saw the fruits of this victory.
 The ground was covered with many broken pieces of stone - such was the final fate of Eisen Riese.
 Ser Gregoir, the knight, the hero of Menelath and a good man lied on the ground, lifeless, his body burned beyond recognition, boiled in his own armor.
 There was no trace of the savant by the name of Dietrich Aurbech - he disappeared, leaving behind absolutely nothing, not even ashes.
Only Gunnar still stood on his feet - wounded, but alive. With pain in his eyes, he too gazed upon what was left from his friends.
Such was their victory over darkness.
And their final reward, the golden cup, still shining, untouched by the ashes, the dirt and the corruption, it lied beneath the Felucien, the reason it all began.
Gunnar could only quietly, with a quaking voice, congratulate what was left from the group on their victory, such as it was.
Fiona could not say a word at all - only sob.
No one will ever believe in what happened here, nor would anyone care.
Nobody asked the heroes to make the sacrifices they made.
Nor could anyone predict if they would choose to give their lives for this world, if they had a choice.
But they deserved something for their heroism.
That night, two graves were dug for those who’s fallen against the chtonic evil.
And on the stone walls, such words were engraved:
 “Here gave their lives for the better world Dietrich Aurbach, a professor from Drexenfurt, Eisen Riese, the brave warrior, and ser Gregoir Ironfist. The world will forget their sacrifice, but the stone will not.”
 
The two traveled back through the Spiderwoods in silence, there was nothing to talk about.
In the end, they've said simple goodbyes and wished each other luck.
Gunnar's journey led him back to his homeland, the North, to start anew.
While he could not save his friends yet again, he took solance in saving some - and the entire world.
For the retrieval of the relic and her loyalty to the order, Fiona was knighted upon returning to Greentown.
The loss of her friends took a toll on her, and her heart grew cold and bitter
Her new title of "the Hero of the Spiderwoods" forever seemed like mockery to her.
 
And thus, the story ends.

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