*Auberon walks out, sword in hand*
*Eredin isn't dead, although he does seem to be in pain*
*The fire crackles as Auberon prepares to speak*
Hm, interesting. The downfall of your reign. I knew it would come. I suppose I'm sorry to interrupt your well deserved death, Sparrowhawk. If you even still remember that name.
But I'm afraid I have to speak to the three of you, as much I would like for this battle to conclude.
You are not here to end the king; to dispose of his crown. Nor have you been called here by fate, instincts, or revenge. Although, you have indeed been called. But not by the individual you would prefer it to be. I shall leave it up to you to figure out who sent this calling.
One thing is certain- you have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of war and politics, prophecies and executions.
A labyrinth with no exit. A loop. This loop will continue if you do not change your path. Your avariciousness for a position of power, or even blood, has brought you nowhere but an endless cycle. You chase the cries of your family and friends, but it affects not one thing. They seem to be there, supporting you in every battle, argument… but it is all your imagination.
They're somehow out of reach.
You will never find them. None of you will. Not even you, Eredin, will find new allies and a home for “your” people.
Tedd Deireádh. Your story ends here.
And to you, Someone, my brave savior, who somehow became involved in this mess for an unknown reason… there was a way planned out for you. The fire you bring, the catastrophe you have caused, has finally ended. Although, some fire still burns. And I believe that is what you feel. The flame is still lit inside you, as if you have conquered all but one thing that seems so certain, but at the same time distant and unbeknownst. I feel the need for you to stay. To finish the job.
This ship, king, and army shall not be remembered. Nothing good emerged from these things and people. The agony this instigated can and will be forgotten. As every tragedy should.
And to you monsters, or should I say, servants, trapped in that indestructible armor. Give up your so-called “leader”.
He doesn't love you. He doesn't care about you. He never will.
As for you heroes, Evil Pineapple and Someone, I do believe there is comfort eagerly waiting for you after the smoke clears and the ice melts. You are safe now, Zireael has protected you.
Although, for you, Eredin… there would be nothing that would delight me most but to see you burn in hell as your enemies watch. Not as if your fate has already arrived physically.
*He paces around the area*
@burning-britain-official, if you can hear me, I knew you would be glad. But I also suspected you would return. I am aware I'm foreign to you, but nonetheless, I am sorry. I'm sorry that nobody could save you from the horrors of the Hunt except your “friends” who were never really there. They stalked you, followed you. And there is guilt in my heart for you. I wish I could've protected you when your life was going to be dishonorably taken.
And then, what became of you? A rebellion was set against Sparrowhawk, though the outcome was much different than what you expected. It crumbled. Just as I thought it would. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.
It is time to rest. To forget the horrors. To chat with friends and have a good time. Although, I suppose these horrors will return. You are safe. For now.
But otherwise, I would prefer this ended.
@evilpineapple-offical @someone-official