Epilogue
Here is the too long postponed conclusion to the 3rd International Campaign Day! Epilogue: At the Green Lady’s call the waters of the Frozen Sea course down, covering the Ogre Lands in a cleansing wave of glacial rivers. As the wall of water advances upon the war torn city, Cathius stands at the height of the tallest tower and extends his hands outwards. On his right hand is the shining Obelisk, its now white stone pulsing with a golden light that seems to bend towards the deity’s outstretched hand, coursing through the air to touch against his palm. Cathius’s left hand is extended towards the coming flood. He closes his eyes as if lost in deep thought. Below there are the survivors of the campaign, huddled together against the coming deluge. They can hear the roaring thunder of the water as it devours the distance between them, tearing up plants, rocks and topsoil in an angry tantrum of foaming death. They sit in silence, even the babies do not wail or weep in the tense doom t