Wellby, after fending off the last of the wraiths; was bleeding from every conceivable orifice he could think of. "Welp, I'm proud of myself. Holding down a zombie dragon god while getting shanked by angry ghosts is no small feat. Wellby Leaglehigh." He hobbled down the steps and around the hill. Making his way down to the edge of the crater. plopping down beside the char in the sand where Glyph had cast her spell. "I suppose...This is goodbye then..." Wellby had looked around, kind of whistling and patting his knees. Perhaps avoiding the realization.
Eventually the patting stopped and the whistling quieted down. He sat there for a moment; staring into the sky. Finally he began to break down as his tears would wet the edges of his beard. Wellby, for perhaps the second, or maybe even third time in his life would let out a loud, guttural, cry of sorrow and pain. Leaning into himself and almost curling to a ball. He would lay there, crying out for hours until they were dry and his eyelids were cracked from the desert winds. He sat up from the sand, wiping his face and beard.
"I will find a way to release you and keep Voa'Krun bound to that place forever. I swear it, until my dying breath. Every realm. Every dimension. Every corner of the tomb. I will find it."
The old elf stood, brushing himself off as he regained his composure. "The gods will know of your deeds." He began waving his hands as if he were conducting an orchestra. The sand would bend and swirl to his will as it shifted from grains of sand to walls of steel. Forming a statue of Glyph wielding her scythe with the shroud transformation behind her. In front of the statue was a decadent gravestone with a marble placard that read:
'Saint Glyphera of The Everglade. A legendary Dragon slayer. With the help of her friends, defeated the Patron Voa'Krun and his army. Officially putting an end to The War of Wyrms'
"I think I'll stay here a while. Kick up some dirt and see what leads I can find. See you soon. Glyph." Wellby spun around on his heels in a full three hundred and sixty degrees, picking a random direction of the Everglade and walking off. Disappearing into the shadows.
The End...For now
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Grave Walker
Fantasía25 years after the hardest fight of her life, Glyphera Conmoyer is called into action again when she receives a warning about an old enemy. She must reunite with the only other survivor of her adventuring party and traverse the demonic realm of The...
