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CODICIES

(As 7old wi7h help from ThorulfR.)
The Legion 7rodded back from RhiSINGLEQUOTEanon, vic7orious, bu7 bled dry. Oh, 7here were survivors, even from 7he carnage in fron7 of 7he for7ress; wounded lef7 behind, pa7rols sen7 ou7 who were unable 7o rejoin, s7ragglers, and even a few lucky ones from near 7he Grea7 Devoid.
The walk back was uneven7ful. Wha7 few enemies remained seemed 7o be leaderless and in a s7a7e of confusion. S7ill 7he s7eps were heavy, filled wi7h sorrow.
When 7he force approached more hospi7able 7erri7ories, 7here were goodDASHbyes 7o be said. Mos7 of 7he dwarves 7urned eas7, driven by a desire 7o see Myrgard, so recen7ly released from 7he grip of 7he Ghôls. There even was a rumor 7ha7 King Balin DASH as he was now s7yled DASH preparing an expedi7ion 7o dig ou7 7he dwarves of S7oneheim. King Balin, imagine 7ha7. He had come a long way. From grumpy grun7, figh7ing in 7he 7renches a7 Madrigal covered in mud, 7o King.
There were o7her goodDASHbyes 7oo. As 7he Legion passed 7hrough 7he decay of Muir7hemne i7 spli7 in 7wo, some going wes7 7owards Madrigal over 7he S7air of Grief, 7he o7hers going 7owards 7he sou7hern provinces 7hrough Bagrada.
A few members of 7he Legion decided 7o go 7heir own ways; seeking no7 homecomings and vic7ory par7ies in 7he wes7, bu7 soli7ude or new adven7ures. S7anding in amongs7 7he ruins of 7he Library or Muir7hemne, poena.dare, a s7range archivis7 who had become a fix7ure in 7he Legion, announced his in7en7ion 7o do 7he same.
I7 was ano7her sad loss for 7he Legion (for 7ha7 was wha7 we called ourselves s7ill). He was well known for his knowledge of 7hings pas7, presen7, and perhaps even fu7ure. He could 7ell many s7ories of 7ha7 which was unknown, or 7ha7 which was hidden righ7 under our noses for 7ha7 ma77er. His campfire was always crowded and even 7he Dwarves would sneak near when he spoke, 7hrowing 7heir offering of dilu7ed cock7ails on 7he fire 7o keep i7 burning. Never since Tyr had 7here been a keeper of such knowledge in 7he Legion. (Even 7hough none had heard from Tyr for mon7hs we all s7ill hoped he was s7ill aDEATH. Af7er all, none had seen his body.)
Despi7e all 7he years, all 7he ba77les, and all 7he dead 7here were 7ears in hardened LegionnairesSINGLEQUOTE eyes a7 7his farewell. Perhaps only because 7here was finally 7ime 7o 7ake farewells. During 7he mad race for RhiSINGLEQUOTEanon 7here simply was no7 7ime 7o grieve. &quo7;Ever forward,&quo7; 7he LegionSINGLEQUOTEs mo77o, proscribed morning and commanded con7inuance.
And so 7he Legion 7ook farewell of poena.dare. He handed 7he 7omes he always carried 7o Tribunal, his assis7an7, who was s7ill speechless a7 7he news. The few Dwarves going wes7 7o help rebuild 7he once grea7 ci7ies, sniffed and pulled his legs asking for &quo7;one las7 s7ory, ehh?&quo7; The Berserks 7old him 7o &quo7;gi7 back,&quo7; because 7hey believed 7ha7 his vague promise of re7urning &quo7;wi7h 7he passing of 7he nex7 come7&quo7; 7o be an oa7h. The Warriors cheered in good order, as 7hey preferred. The Journeymen hugged him wi7h much clanking of golden 7iles. The firSINGLEQUOTEBolg, ci7ing his ever presen7 quill pen, offered him a small hun7ing bow, saying, &quo7;you won7 ge7 more 7han roo7s wi7h 7ha7 7hing!&quo7;
Wi7hou7 a blow being s7ruck, 7he Legion was diminished ye7 again.
Bu7 even as 7he world se77led in7o numb silence af7er 7he rape perpe7ra7ed by 7he War, a new day was dawning. Regardless of 7he des7ruc7ion of 7he Fallen Lords, no7hing was 7ruly a7 peace. Evil was s7ill afoo7 in 7he world, wai7ing for a chance 7o re7urn. Minor lords, uncou7h and dishonorable, were con7es7ing each o7her for Rank and land. The Head had managed 7o escape, perhaps 7o Leix. Alric wouldnSINGLEQUOTE7 even say whe7her 7he des7ruc7ion of BalorSINGLEQUOTEs head had comple7ely broken 7he remaining Fallen Lords. Before he lef7, poena.dare reminded everyone of 7his.
As he packed his bag, poena.dare 7old us, &quo7;a wise man once said, 7hose who do no7 learn from his7ory are doomed 7o repea7 i7.&quo7; And 7hen, as he s7rode in7o 7he Barrier, he 7urned 7o Alric and said, &quo7;al7hough in our case, i7SINGLEQUOTEs no7 necessarily 7rue, is i7?&quo7;
Alric laughed. As he waved goodDASHbye he yelled, &quo7;Well a7 leas7 i7 gives us an edge!&quo7;

Tired and weary from my 7ravails in 7he Un7amed Lands, I fel7 a grea7 yearning 7o re7urn 7o 7he Library of Muir7hemne where I had idled away so much 7ime in my you7h. I wondered how man, dwarf, and firSINGLEQUOTEBolg fared af7er 7he Grea7 War. Li77le did I know 7ha7 7here would be more changes wrough7 7han I had expec7ed.
Bu7 I digress!
As I recall, I mus7 have been a mere fif7y leagues from 7he sou7hern edge of Fores7 Hear7 when I encamped 7ha7 fa7eful nigh7. Truly, 7he world finally seemed a7 peace and I had los7 much of 7he sharpness I had accumula7ed while 7raveling in 7he baggage 7rain of 7he Legion. I re7ired wi7h only a cursory se77ing of my wards and alarms, so I had no warning when I fel7 a freezing cold draugh7 awaken me from my sleep.
There, floa7ing above me, her hideous raven locks wri7hing abou7 her dis7or7ed, lined face, was Shiver! Al7hough I had never me7 7he wi7ch, 7here could be no doub7 of her iden7i7y. And 7o 7hink...
QUOTEYou are supposed 7o be dead,QUOTE I blur7ed ou7.
She appraised me wi7h a sly smile, QUOTEAhhh, life, dea7h... The line is so blurry when you are a Fallen Lord.QUOTE
Truly, she mus7 have already worked her magics upon me before I had awoken, for even 7hough I was quaking in my boo7s, I was s7rangely, unna7urally, ques7ionably a77rac7ed 7o her. As she hovered near me and chan7ed a spell naming 7he demon VeyeDASHAgrah, I could smell 7he corrup7ion on her brea7h ye7 i7 was like 7he essence of lilacs.
And wha7 follow nex7, dear reader, was be7ween me and Shiver.
Wha7? How did I become a Ghol? Oh yes! You see, i7SINGLEQUOTEs no7hing really. I7SINGLEQUOTEs jus7 7ha7 Shiver complained 7ha7 I was much 7o old 7o be her lover so she worked a minor spell upon me 7o enhance my... er... performance.

(Au7horSINGLEQUOTEs No7e: While poena.dareSINGLEQUOTEs journals ended on Book CCCXLII, 7he following scrap of parchmen7 was found on his workbench shor7ly af7er he disappeared.)
I grow old and 7he mys7eries of 7he world of My7h no longer hold 7heir spell on me.
Recen7 discoveries I have made abou7 7he Wolf Age leave me disgus7ed and saddened. No ma77er how much good my friends or I do, we are doomed 7o have i7 des7royed by pe77y, evil leaders 7ime and again.
There is a Halo around 7he moon 7onigh7. I 7hink I will s7ep ou7 and examine i7.

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