Imagine that, by some miracle, after the End War finishes and all clears out, Death brings his siblings and their companions in the Forge Lands.
Imagine Strife and Fury chuckling as Ulthane and Thane meet with glorious roads and colorful strings of insults for one another.
Imagine the humans, watching, in awe, the Stonefather Vale, and standing gathered around Muria as she tells them stories of most ancient.
Imagine Strife being outraged at the prices Alya offered in her shop, and demanding, in a Horseman-ish manner, a discount.
Imagine Death proposing a contest between War and Valus, on who could hold those doors in the Foundry longest. Imagine him afterwards, graciously inviting War to take on a tussle with an enthusiastic Thane.
Imagine Strife being sad for days after hearing that Eideard has long gone.
Imagine Strife weaving flower crowns for the humans, and then lightly put one atop his head, too, as a secretly-jealous Fury mocked them from afar.
Imagine Karn being so awed of the 'wee ones', and cheerfully inviting them to explore some ancient temple, fortunately right before Muria would catch onto them.
Imagine Death taking War on a long ride throughout the Forge Lands, pausing only to listen to Oran's forgotten legends, take on several Pouncers, or divert their way for the peaks of the mountains, where they could gaze at the sunrise.