This is a perfect time to get Dusk alone, so you immediately volunteer.

“I’ll go, unless you’d prefer someone else.” You say.
“No, you’ll do. Come on, we’re going around to the other side, as for the rest of you, wait about five minutes before scaling that wall, afterwards, I leave you to use your best judgment on how to handle things. May Dendrin’s shadow keep you safe.”

You and Dusk leave the group and hurry as fast as possible to the other side of the palace. When you arrive you both cast your spider walk spell to scale the wall. The pair of you find yourself on the edge of some sort of palace garden. Farther away, a couple soldiers stand guard on a stone patio area near an entrance to the palace proper where some steps lead up to.

“Well that was certainly convenient. We can use all this shrubbery to hide in, give our magic a rest for a moment.” Dusk says.
“Great, I was getting drained anyway.” You remark.
“Oh I don’t know brother, I think you’ve held up better than most give you credit for. I think after all this is over, I owe you a big apology.”
“What for? Until this mission, we’ve never interacted for good or bad.”
“Well let’s just say someone told me to never trust you because you were responsible for Brother Shade’s disappearance.”
“(Sigh) Cyrus.” You say.
“Yes, but I think your actions on this mission so far have disproved him…especially your meeting with Sister Talia yesterday. I believe if you really had any ill intent, you wouldn’t have submitted to her plan to be impregnated.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, Sister Talia has spoken to me about her plan to have you as a mate before, though I didn’t think she’d act on it during the mission. Obviously you have some connection to her as well, I guess it’s an Eternal thing. Anyway, let’s get on with the mission.”

Sister Dusk slowly crawls through the bushes in the garden, steadily getting in range where she can take out the guards. Her back is to you and you slowly draw your blade.

“You know these bushes are also good to hide bodies in so no wandering guards suddenly come across them.” You say and suddenly grab Dusk roughly with one hand over her mouth and then slashing her throat deeply with your knife.

Dusk attempts to flail about, but you keep her from doing too much of it, but putting all your weight on top of her body and slamming her face into the ground. The gurgling death sounds she makes are muffled by the soil, which is now being watered by her blood. Eventually she stops moving, but apparently it was enough to move the bushes enough that one of the guards noticed something odd. You see the both of them through the cover of the undergrowth approaching your position.

You wait until they’re close enough then stand up and throw your knife into the eye of one of them, and then before the other can lift his firearm, you fire your own bolt from your armbow. It strikes him in the chest and he falls down dead instantly. The one who got hit in the eye is still on the ground, groaning, but you quickly silence his moaning with a sword to his neck. You drag both of their bodies into the bushes to keep Dusk’s body company.

Now you just have to figure out where the hell the king is in this big place. Hopefully you’ll bump into a servant or maybe even a royal family member who you can scare into giving you information, so you’re not wandering around while more Felkan soldiers pour into the place.

You systematically search nearly twenty rooms, which probably doesn’t take you very long, but it feels like forever given how precious time is. You still can’t believe you haven’t run into any more soldiers yet, the Felkans seem to have a false sense of security with their superior weaponry and in general.

About ten minutes pass of searching and while you’re in a spare bedroom you hear noise and shouting. Something about there being assassins in the palace and to get the king to safety. Talia and the others must be doing their work, and now you’ve got even less time to do your job. You curse and cloak yourself in a dark corner of the room fully expecting a guard to step in, but instead you finally have a bit of luck.

“Come on inside here, lock the door and got through the secret passage in here.” A well-dressed young man says.
“Are you sure? Shouldn’t we be with the guards?” a young female in a fancy dress says, locking the door.
“Nah, we’ll be fine. These passages go all over the palace, even outside the city. The gnome builders did a good job of making sure this place had escape routes everywhere. Besides, you’re with me and I’ll protect you.” The young man says patting a flintlock pistol by his side.

He pushes the bed and feels around the floor until you see him open up some sort of hatch. He starts to climb down and that’s when you make your move.

The young man looks up just in time to see you materialize behind his girlfriend and slit her throat. He doesn’t even get a chance scream out, when you use your unnatural speed to kick him in the face. He loses his grip on the ladder and falls. You follow him down by jumping down the hatch, landing on top of him hard feet first. A crack is heard and you’re pretty sure you’ve broken one or two of his ribs.

Despite the pain he must be in, he still tries to grab his pistol, but you easily take it from him and continue to kneel on top of his chest. He’s too busy trying to catch his breath to be able to scream now.

“Don’t cry out and you might get out of this alive. You look like you might be important…you a royal or a noble or something?”
He painfully nods and wheezes.
“Okay, good then you probably know where the king is. Tell me or the pain you’re feeling right now will become ten times worse.”

These royals must not have any sort of disciplined upbringing or even have the concept of honor at all, because the only thing the prevents him from telling you immediately is the extreme pain he’s suffering. You’re actually surprised he told you at all, you figured it would be a long shot. You also ask him where the exit to outside the city is from this passage and he tells you that as well. After you’ve gotten all you feel you need, you finish him off with a dagger to his throat.

You run down the twisting dark passageway trying to look for the door that leads to the king’s room, and eventually you find it. You search and listen to the door first, just in case the young royal wasn’t as soft as he seemed and actually lied to you. You do hear some talking, but you can’t quite make out what is being said. Having little other options you unlock the door and enter.

You exit through a big painting and find yourself in a very luxurious room with very fancy furniture. Two figures, a man and a woman, in regal clothing stare at you in a mixture of terror and disbelief. Four more figures are dressed in standard guard gear.

“GUARDS! ASSASSIN!” the male figure shouts at which point all his guards lift up their firearms and point them at you. You speed up again and duck as the musket balls fly in slow motion above your head. You return fire on your own with your armbow. The bolt flies true and it strikes the male figure in the head. You’re going to take a guess that you just killed the king.

You quickly run out of the entryway, before you even see his body hit the floor. A scream is heard from what is probably the queen as you run down the passage. The sound of guards chasing you soon follows. You feel like you’re going to pass out just by running and stopping to fight them isn’t an option, there’s going to just be more of them and they’ll easily overwhelm you in the state of exhaustion you’re in. You’re going to have to use your magic again, but that’s part of the reason why you’re feeling so drained. You’ve probably tapped into that blasted shadow magic more than you ever have for the past few days.

While speeding yourself up seems like the logical thing to do, it drains you a lot more than merely cloaking yourself, which is aided by the natural darkness around you. You nip just out of sight and cloak yourself and continue on your way. You hear a couple guards shouting orders for some of them to go one way and they’ll go the other.

You can hear three of them heading in your direction, though they obviously can’t see you and believe that you’ve ran so far ahead of them. You step into one of the passages entryways and hide, hoping they won’t think to examine it. Fortunately after one of them briefly glances at the entryway and sees nothing has been disturbed, they all pass you by. You could try to pick them off now, or you could go through the entryway and hope it leads somewhere secluded so you can rest a bit more.
> You go through the door
As much as you’d like to get the hell out of here, you’re in no condition to fight. You’re practically on the verge of falling unconscious. You take a risk and open up the door.

You step inside and find yourself in some sort man sized wooden structure, almost like a box. Upon further inspection the top of it opens up and it basically is a box, though its really just an elaborate structure to blend in with the other wooden boxes in the storage room you appear to be in. The storage room proper also consists of a lot of barrels and other assorted junk. It’s not very big and the junk just makes it cluttered, though there is a single door that leads out.

You have no intention of doing that though; you just need to rest a bit. You close up the passage entrance behind you and sit down in one of the corners of the “box” you’re in. Yes, you just need to rest a moment, and then you’ll be fine…

You find yourself in total darkness without your senses again.

“That last bit seems to have put you out. Just think how much easier this would’ve been if you had served me. Your magic wouldn’t cause you to feel so drained and it would be a lot stronger as well. Of course if you were following me, you wouldn’t be engaging in this elaborate duplicity.” Dendrin says
“Duplicity? Your worshippers are dedicated to duplicity! You accuse me of such things, when you are doing nothing but reveling in such behavior! I am merely serving the Empire as I was always meant to. You on the other hand are supposed to be a god to your followers yet you do nothing to warn them.” you reply.
“My reasons for how I treat my followers are my own and you are not worthy to know them.”
“Worthy…like the rest of your worshippers that blindly follow you into destruction?”
“No…but are you really so much different? You follow the Emperor blindly and he is just a man, at least the shadows are wise enough to revere a superior being. You believe you are superior to the shadows, but you are not. You do not see the flaws and that is why you’ve earned no explanation. Not because you aren’t a true shadow, but because of your own lack of vision. You will eventually see though, if not now then later. Of course by then it will be much too late. I’m sure we will speak again, no matter how much you deny me and crusade against the shadows, we will forever be linked…for as long as you’re alive anyway.”

You suddenly wake up. After a moment of grogginess, you suddenly remember where you are. The Felkan palace! How long have you been asleep? You have no idea, but you’ve really dodged an arrow if nobody found you sleeping right in the heart of the enemy territory! You quickly open up the passage door again and it would appear that the coast is clear. Remembering what the young royal you killed earlier said you make your way to the exit that leads outside. Once again you expect there to be soldiers placed at the exit, but there are none. The Felkans must think you escaped already, either that or they’re very poor at security, either one doesn’t surprise you at this point.

It’s about noon, and you’ve undoubtedly kept your “fellow” shadows waiting, if they are still waiting at all. They probably think you were killed along with Dusk. You have no idea if they know anything about the assassination, but you’re guessing they probably left before you completed your task. In any event, you’ve still got the job of killing them three and you don’t know if you’re going to get the chance now. Lacking a better idea, you head to the meeting point and hope that they’re still there.

You finally get there just as it starts to get late in the day. No Felkan patrols in the area, but you still cautiously enter the woods. You aren’t completely out of luck as you see Murk pacing back and forth, looking around nervously.

“Murk, where are the others?” you say, causing him to jump and nearly point his armbow at you.
“Brother! You’re alive! Thank Dendrin!” he says with a bit of joy, though he look visibly upset.
“It wasn’t easy, but where are the others?”
“Talia went on ahead and assumed you and Dusk were dead. Bianca…she…(sniffle) didn’t make it.” He quickly wipes his eyes when he tells you.
“Oh.”
“I don’t understand, everything was going well and were already on our way to escaping, then all of a sudden there were Felkan soldiers everywhere! Bianca got shot in the back, by one of those infernal Felkan weapons! (sniffle) I know she didn’t see me as a potential mate, but I always hoped one day that…(sob)…sorry brother…I know there are more important things right now.”
“It’s understandable brother, but how long ago did Talia leave?”
“She left not long after we arrived here which was this morning. She’s probably already in Empire territory by now. I stayed just to make sure we hadn’t lost any more people. I had to hope. I’m glad to see you alive, but I hesitate to ask… Dusk isn’t with you. Did she fall as well?”
“Yes.”
“(Sigh) Another loss. Well as grim as this has been, I suppose we should get used to it in the coming months when we finally strike against the Empire properly. There are going to be a lot of our brothers and sisters that will probably fall in the cause of Dendrin.”

“Well you’re right and wrong about that Murk.” You say, approaching him.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re right that a lot of shadows will fall in the cause of Dendrin…you’re wrong about thinking that I’d really consider any of you traitors to be my siblings!” you say and quickly grab him towards you and stab him in the stomach. The look of shock overwhelms him.

“Wh…why broth…er…wh…” he sputters before you finish him off with a snap of his neck.

You look down at Murk’s dead body and you feel nothing for him. You remember the times you nearly killed him before, but hesitated. Perhaps this is a good sign that you’re finally getting all these lingering feelings out of your system. Well three out of four were taken out, still not good enough though and you doubt if you’ll get to Talia in time for her to make her report to Master Ebon or Brother Gray. Still you have to try, so you make your journey right away and leave the body of Murk behind.

You push your magic to the limit to speed your yourself up, you just hope Talia isn’t doing the same; it’s going to be hard enough to track her. You’re going to take a wild guess that she’ll probably use the same route you took to get to the Felkan border, at least you hope so.

Night falls and you’ve made good time by getting into Empire territory as quickly as you have, but you’re getting incredibly exhausted. Even if you do get to Talia, you aren’t even sure you’ll have the energy to take her. You continue to press on though.

“I will NOT be stopped by Dendrin’s petty favor of magic. My mind WILL overcome and I WILL use the gifts he gave me against him!” You mutter to yourself.

Night eventually passes into day again and you manage get just outside the town of Lenet which is the closest town to Gloom. You still haven’t seen Talia, and can only hope she hasn’t made it to Gloom yet. In the meantime you feel horrible at this point and on the verge of passing out. You decide to head over to a small river that you know nearby and hope that some water will perk you up or at least prevent you from falling unconscious again.

You retch and cough the whole time you drag yourself to the river. Finally you collapse nearly face first into the damned river. You look at your reflection which is just inches away from your face and you nearly see a stranger looking back.

“What the…” you say to yourself.

Your reflection doesn’t display the age that you know yourself to be, but rather that of an older you. You put your hands to your face and can feel the wrinkle lines. You hadn’t been noticing before, but you look at your hands and see how weathered they look. This overuse of shadow magic has taken its toll on your body. You may have even shortened your life span, you have no idea.

“Brother! What are you doing over there by the river? Are you sick?” you hear a familiar voice ask.

You turn around and see Talia. You must’ve somehow unknowingly passed her in your rush to reach her, since she is coming from the same direction you were. When she sees you, her surprise nearly matches that of Murk when you killed him.

“You’re…alive! But…what happened to you? Your face! Some of your hair is white! What manner of magic did this?” she asks out of concern and begins to approach you.

You look at Talia one last time as a fellow Eternal that once held the ideals of the Empire. There is so much you could say to her, but there really wouldn’t be any point. Better to just get this over before you get overcome with feeling again.

You forgot to reload your armbow, but fortunately you still have the flintlock that you took from the young royal. You hope it’s reliable, because you don’t have the energy to fight her.

Without another word, you pull out the flintlock and shoot it straight at Talia’s head. She falls instantly when she’s hit. You slowly stagger up and walk over to her and see that a good portion of the top left side of her head has been blown off. The deadness in her eyes is apparent, as are the brains leaking out.

Mission accomplished.

You stumble into the town of Lenet and make arrangements for a carriage to take you to the capital. From there you hope you can contact Mr. Mol. For now though you’re going to sleep the whole way there and hope you don’t get some annoying visit from Dendrin, because as of now you’ve finally freed yourself of the shadows.

As far as your concerned the only time you want to be in their presence again is to face them in battle as a proper enemy and you are looking forward to that in the near future.
>
Year 25

“Good work on destroying another shadow cell, the sooner we get them all, the sooner we can focus all our attention on the Felkan Kingdom.”
“I agree sir, especially since I would like to be involved in the conquest of the Felkans.”
“Heh, well I’m sure something will be found for you. I assume you’ll report to someone else after this is over though.” Mr. Mol says.

This bit of casual news surprises you a little; you can’t help but to question it.

“Sir, where are you going?”
“Me? Nowhere, but if you’re referring to reporting to someone else, what I mean is if you are transferred to serve in the Felkan war, I probably won’t be your superior anymore. You’d be a military matter as opposed to the unique situation you are now. Quite frankly if it wasn’t for you, I probably wouldn’t be in charge of anyone. Even the new Eternal Project is in the hands of another now, has been for years.”

This seems like information that shouldn’t be freely shared with a subordinate, but once again Mr. Mol says it so casually its like he doesn’t care. He also notices that you’re wondering if you should inquire further, but he stops you.

“Don’t worry about it. I spoke of things you needn’t have known or have to concern yourself with. Let’s focus on the task at hand.”
“Very well sir.”

You and Mr. Mol get back to the business of eliminating the remaining shadow cells. In some ways it is hard to believe that this is almost over. By your estimate there are probably only about thirty shadows left at best, most of them were killed three years ago during the destruction of Fortress Gloom. You wish you could’ve been involved in that, but for whatever reason, the Empire’s allies took care of it by themselves. You never met or even saw these allies, but you heard that it was the Derro. You do know that Master Ebon and Brother Gray died in this assault, meaning someone else took control of the remaining shadows, and you know that had to be Cyrus.

Cyrus and the surviving shadows managed to incite the pathetic remains of dissidents the Empire hadn’t silenced yet, but nothing excessive thanks to the destruction of all those safe houses in advance. The only major cause of concern was very the minor orc revolt at a fort in Rask that was separate from shadow influence. It was lucky that Mr. Mol separated most of them with transfers and prevented the shadows from establishing any sort of presence there otherwise it might’ve been much worse.

In any event this whole thing probably would’ve been over by now if the Empire’s attention weren’t also focused on the war with the Felkan Kingdom. Fortunately that’s going well too due to their own internal strife going on with the crown.

“From what I can tell, they’ve pulled out of all the other provinces and mainly retreated to Delerg. Somewhat predictable, but I suppose it's the best place for them to hide out right now. I’ve tried to get more soldiers posted there to help, but again the Felkan war takes priority. I wish I could’ve even got one of your former classmates to help, but well, I’ve mentioned the problem with that.”
“No matter, I’ll handle it with what help I’ve got.”
“I know you can, but I’ve hired some extra hands anyway. I’ve got a dark elf mercenary attachment in Delerg I know they’re supposed to be helping with the barbarian tribes in Rask, but I’m paying for this out of my own pocket and they’ll go where the money goes. Besides I think this group is sick of the snow anyway.”
“If you think they’ll help, then they’ll be put to good use.” You remark.
“Their leader is called Tyren. Met him once and he’s a typical svelk, arrogant and condescending. His mercenary band is currently at the town Sinkhole. You’ll be meeting them there. Now I know you’ve worked with Empire soldiers and that’s worked out okay, but working with the svelk will be different…though I imagine that won’t be a problem for you. Just never turn your back on them and be on your guard.”
“I will as always, but now I must ask, will they be more of a liability than help.” You ask.
“No, I wouldn’t have bothered if I thought that. It’s just… well they’re svelk and all that goes with it. A lot of bullshit posturing by them that’s all. You’ll be fine, anyway I suppose you’ll want to get some rest before your trip to Delerg tomorrow. Carriage will pick you up tomorrow. That will be all.”

The next day you take the carriage to the Delerg province. It doesn’t take long, but it does give you time to yourself, which you use to briefly reflect on the past few years and your possible future, among other things.

When you get to Sinkhole it looks exactly like how the name describes it, half of the town in the swamp and the rest of looking like it’s about to collapse. Still, you’re not here to sight see, you’re here to hopefully put down the remainder of the shadows for good. Since you’re anxious to get this over with, you immediately head to the tavern where you’re guessing the svelk are hanging out. You anxious to get this over with too, granted you’ve only had a single experience with one of their kind, but that was enough even without Mr. Mol’s previous warnings.

You enter the tavern, which isn’t much better than the outside of it. The dark elven presence is unmistakable since they’re the only ones in the place since they’re the only ones in the place save for the poor bartender and the couple of waitresses. You’d guess that the svelk intimidated the usual patrons. You wonder why there aren’t any Empire soldiers taking care of this, but again you remember, there aren’t many stationed here and they’re all probably at an outpost or a fort in the area. They see you and three of them approach.

“Who let the monkey in? I thought their kind were content swinging in the trees in the jungles and swamps outside.” One of them says
“You must have some sort of balls walking into this place monkey. We thought we did a good job of scaring the rest away, except the bartender and his lovely wait staff of course.” another says.
“Lovely? If you like slumming I guess, but I suppose you males really will rut with anything won’t you? Monkey, I suggest you leave, before my comrade’s macho boasting is put into action.” A female svelk remarks.

You don’t have time for this, and these mercenary svelk scum only respect one thing anyway. You don’t like using it anymore, but you feel an impression must be made and you tap into your shadow magic.

In lightning speed you punch the female svelk in the nose and stab the bragging male svelk in the leg and trip him face first into the floor. The third svelk raises his crossbow, but you use your own armbow to shoot a bolt right through his hand.

The three svelk all lie on the ground nursing their wounds, meanwhile the rest of them haven’t even moved to help their fellows, though a dark elf with long black hair speaks from the table he’s sitting at.

“So, I’m guessing you’re our Empire contact. That traitor shadow we’ve heard so much about. I suppose your skills are impressive enough…for a monkey.”
“And you must be Tyren and don’t address me as monkey again, let alone as a traitor shadow. I did not betray the shadows, they betrayed the Empire! I am an Eternal and loyal only to the Empire and the Emperor!”
“Pity, you were more interesting as a traitor. Loyalty is overrated. Now…Eternal, if you’re done beating up my people, I have information where the shadows have been hiding out at.”
“You already know where they are?”
“Of course. We scoured most of this forsaken swampland as soon as that Mol guy hired us. Quite frankly it wasn’t hard to find them, they’re at some old temple dedicated to their god I think. Surprised the Empire with all it’s resources couldn’t do it, but then what do you expect from a government run by monkeys? Anyway, we’ve been waiting on you, Mol said that you’d want to take care of this personally. We’re just here for back up, so when you want to take them out, let us know, until then let us get back to our drinks.”
“Wait, so what have the shadows been doing all this time?”
“Hell if I know Eternal. They haven’t been stirring up trouble if that’s what you think though. As far as I can tell they’ve been doing their best to try to lay low, because they haven’t left that ruined temple of theirs in weeks. I mean I suppose it’s possible that some of them have been sneaking out to go elsewhere, but we’ve checked up on them a few times and the majority of them are still at the temple.”
“And you don’t think that they don’t know that you’ve been spying on them?” you ask.
“Hardly. Perhaps you humans clumsily stomp around when spying, but we svelk have been doing it for centuries! Even some religious fanatics with shadow magic aren’t going to detect us. Oh sure they probably know we’re in the area, but that’s about it. Trust me; we’re still going to catch them by surprise when we slip into their sad little temple.”

Not exactly the kind of thing to fill you with confidence that the svelk are on top of things like their leader claims. Still, if the shadows haven’t been causing any problems like Tyren claims, then striking against them now before they can do any sort of regrouping might be the way to go.
> You invade the temple now
Even if the svelk weren’t as thorough as they claim, whatever defenses the shadows have or don’t have aren’t going to be enough to stop you anyway, so you decide to get this done with once and for all.

“Alright Tyren get your people together, we’re going right now.”
“Don’t presume to order me about human. Just because you took down a few of my weaker subordinates does not put you in charge here.”
“No, the fact that I am on important Empire business and you’re just hired hands DOES put me in charge. If you would prefer a more physical demonstration of my authority however, I can certainly oblige.”

Tyren gives you a look that he like to put you up to your threat, but common sense causes him to back down. Instead he forces a fake smile.

“Sheesh, you Eternals are so damn serious about everything. Glad the Empire never cooked up more of your type. We’ll be ready to go in a few minutes, large bar tab to settle up with you understand. Wouldn’t want our sterling reputation be tarnished by not paying our debts.”

You shake your head and wait outside. Naturally the dark elves take a little longer than a few minutes, but eventually they emerge from the tavern and all of you are on your way.

The journey deeper into the swamp is fairly uneventful. Despite the unfriendly nature of the terrain, there aren’t any dangerous denizens in these swamps. The only creatures of any note are the Sul monkeys, which the dark elves continually make jokes about how humans are related to them. Tyren still gives you a glare every once in awhile, but that’s to be expected given that you threatened his authority in front of his people. He probably had to reassert it after you left the bar to wait for them.

Eventually you start getting closer to the temple and you wonder if you should cloak yourself, but there really isn’t any point considering you’re traveling with all these dark elves. Actually you’re a little surprised you haven’t sensed or detected any shadows skulking around. You’d think they’d at least want to patrol the outer perimeter of their temple. Between that and what Tyren told you, this behavior of the shadows has been very strange, unless they believe they can hide for another couple hundred centuries to get revenge. If that is the case, they’ve gone completely delusional.

“We’re here.” Tyren says when you arrive within the sight of the temple.
“This is very strange. I would’ve thought they would’ve had a patrol or even a look out standing outside the temple. Even if they were cloaked I would’ve sensed something.” You reply.
“Told you they haven’t been seen leaving the temple that much, so how did you want to handle this?”

You’re a little amazed that Tyren openly asked for your advice. You tell him that when you get inside the temple to just be a little cautious as the shadows could be hiding anywhere insider it and maybe they set up traps inside. Tyren nods and relays a couple of orders in his native language to the rest of his people.

All of you quickly move towards the temple entrance and suddenly you get that sense of something not being right, you at first figure it’s the shadows about to decloak for a surprise attack. The reality is a lot worse.

The shadows cloaked something, but not themselves. They cloaked some sort of explosive which more than a few dark elves bump into when approaching the temple. They go off immediately and cause a spectacular chain reaction. The only thing that saves you, is the fact that you speed yourself up just quick enough to avoid the majority of the blast. Even then the explosion still catches you and you’re thrown into a tree at high impact several feet away. You’re hurt bad enough that you’ve broken a few bones and you struggle to stand up.

You fully expect a shadow to come leaping out from somewhere or Cyrus himself to appear, but that doesn’t happen. In fact when you stagger back to the temple area, you see that it’s practically collapsed on itself (along with the charred remains of a lot of dark elves). You have no idea if the shadows planned to destroy their own temple, but if there were any inside, it would be unlikely that they survived. Still, you can’t take that chance, and you begin to limp over to the devastated temple.

You hear a noise and swing around to defend yourself, but see that it’s Tyren and a couple of his people. One of them looks in pretty bad shape, and Tyren himself looks a little worse for wear.

“(Cough cough) Shit…certainly didn’t expect that.’ He says.
“Well maybe if you’d done your job correctly your little band of mercs wouldn’t be in pieces right now. Come on, we have to make sure all the shadows are dead. For all we know they aren’t even here and this was just a set up.” You reply and turn to head towards the temple.

Maybe if you’d been thinking more clearly and weren’t still a little scattered from the explosion, you wouldn’t have turned your back on Tyren. However, you did and he took full advantage.

You feel the piercing pain of the first bolt going into your back, followed by three more. You collapse to the muddy ground attempting to crawl away. You even try to use your shadow magic, but as fate would have it, it doesn’t work. It would appear Dendrin’s “favor” has been finally taken away. You’re left with the question to as why now of all times and there are several answers that pop into your head, but the only one that comforts you is that perhaps he finally lost all power due to losing all his followers.

You’ll never know of course, just like you’ll never know if the svelk will be punished for killing you when the next bolt goes into your skull.


Year 25

“Good work on destroying another shadow cell, the sooner we get them all, the sooner we can focus all our attention on the Felkan Kingdom.”
“I agree sir, especially since I would like to be involved in the conquest of the Felkans.”
“Heh, well I’m sure something will be found for you. I assume you’ll report to someone else after this is over though.” Mr. Mol says.

This bit of casual news surprises you a little; you can’t help but to question it.

“Sir, where are you going?”
“Me? Nowhere, but if you’re referring to reporting to someone else, what I mean is if you are transferred to serve in the Felkan war, I probably won’t be your superior anymore. You’d be a military matter as opposed to the unique situation you are now. Quite frankly if it wasn’t for you, I probably wouldn’t be in charge of anyone. Even the new Eternal Project is in the hands of another now, has been for years.”

This seems like information that shouldn’t be freely shared with a subordinate, but once again Mr. Mol says it so casually its like he doesn’t care. He also notices that you’re wondering if you should inquire further, but he stops you.

“Don’t worry about it. I spoke of things you needn’t have known or have to concern yourself with. Let’s focus on the task at hand.”
“Very well sir.”

You and Mr. Mol get back to the business of eliminating the remaining shadow cells. In some ways it is hard to believe that this is almost over. By your estimate there are probably only about thirty shadows left at best, most of them were killed three years ago during the destruction of Fortress Gloom. You wish you could’ve been involved in that, but for whatever reason, the Empire’s allies took care of it by themselves. You never met or even saw these allies, but you heard that it was the Derro. You do know that Master Ebon and Brother Gray died in this assault, meaning someone else took control of the remaining shadows, and you know that had to be Cyrus.

Cyrus and the surviving shadows managed to incite the pathetic remains of dissidents the Empire hadn’t silenced yet, but nothing excessive thanks to the destruction of all those safe houses in advance. The only major cause of concern was very the minor orc revolt at a fort in Rask that was separate from shadow influence. It was lucky that Mr. Mol separated most of them with transfers and prevented the shadows from establishing any sort of presence there otherwise it might’ve been much worse.

In any event this whole thing probably would’ve been over by now if the Empire’s attention weren’t also focused on the war with the Felkan Kingdom. Fortunately that’s going well too due to their own internal strife going on with the crown.

“From what I can tell, they’ve pulled out of all the other provinces and mainly retreated to Delerg. Somewhat predictable, but I suppose it's the best place for them to hide out right now. I’ve tried to get more soldiers posted there to help, but again the Felkan war takes priority. I wish I could’ve even got one of your former classmates to help, but well, I’ve mentioned the problem with that.”
“No matter, I’ll handle it with what help I’ve got.”
“I know you can, but I’ve hired some extra hands anyway. I’ve got a dark elf mercenary attachment in Delerg I know they’re supposed to be helping with the barbarian tribes in Rask, but I’m paying for this out of my own pocket and they’ll go where the money goes. Besides I think this group is sick of the snow anyway.”
“If you think they’ll help, then they’ll be put to good use.” You remark.
“Their leader is called Tyren. Met him once and he’s a typical svelk, arrogant and condescending. His mercenary band is currently at the town Sinkhole. You’ll be meeting them there. Now I know you’ve worked with Empire soldiers and that’s worked out okay, but working with the svelk will be different…though I imagine that won’t be a problem for you. Just never turn your back on them and be on your guard.”
“I will as always, but now I must ask, will they be more of a liability than help.” You ask.
“No, I wouldn’t have bothered if I thought that. It’s just… well they’re svelk and all that goes with it. A lot of bullshit posturing by them that’s all. You’ll be fine, anyway I suppose you’ll want to get some rest before your trip to Delerg tomorrow. Carriage will pick you up tomorrow. That will be all.”

The next day you take the carriage to the Delerg province. It doesn’t take long, but it does give you time to yourself, which you use to briefly reflect on the past few years and your possible future, among other things.

When you get to Sinkhole it looks exactly like how the name describes it, half of the town in the swamp and the rest of looking like it’s about to collapse. Still, you’re not here to sight see, you’re here to hopefully put down the remainder of the shadows for good. Since you’re anxious to get this over with, you immediately head to the tavern where you’re guessing the svelk are hanging out. You anxious to get this over with too, granted you’ve only had a single experience with one of their kind, but that was enough even without Mr. Mol’s previous warnings.

You enter the tavern, which isn’t much better than the outside of it. The dark elven presence is unmistakable since they’re the only ones in the place since they’re the only ones in the place save for the poor bartender and the couple of waitresses. You’d guess that the svelk intimidated the usual patrons. You wonder why there aren’t any Empire soldiers taking care of this, but again you remember, there aren’t many stationed here and they’re all probably at an outpost or a fort in the area. They see you and three of them approach.

“Who let the monkey in? I thought their kind were content swinging in the trees in the jungles and swamps outside.” One of them says
“You must have some sort of balls walking into this place monkey. We thought we did a good job of scaring the rest away, except the bartender and his lovely wait staff of course.” another says.
“Lovely? If you like slumming I guess, but I suppose you males really will rut with anything won’t you? Monkey, I suggest you leave, before my comrade’s macho boasting is put into action.” A female svelk remarks.

You don’t have time for this, and these mercenary svelk scum only respect one thing anyway. You don’t like using it anymore, but you feel an impression must be made and you tap into your shadow magic.

In lightning speed you punch the female svelk in the nose and stab the bragging male svelk in the leg and trip him face first into the floor. The third svelk raises his crossbow, but you use your own armbow to shoot a bolt right through his hand.

The three svelk all lie on the ground nursing their wounds, meanwhile the rest of them haven’t even moved to help their fellows, though a dark elf with long black hair speaks from the table he’s sitting at.

“So, I’m guessing you’re our Empire contact. That traitor shadow we’ve heard so much about. I suppose your skills are impressive enough…for a monkey.”
“And you must be Tyren and don’t address me as monkey again, let alone as a traitor shadow. I did not betray the shadows, they betrayed the Empire! I am an Eternal and loyal only to the Empire and the Emperor!”
“Pity, you were more interesting as a traitor. Loyalty is overrated. Now…Eternal, if you’re done beating up my people, I have information where the shadows have been hiding out at.”
“You already know where they are?”
“Of course. We scoured most of this forsaken swampland as soon as that Mol guy hired us. Quite frankly it wasn’t hard to find them, they’re at some old temple dedicated to their god I think. Surprised the Empire with all it’s resources couldn’t do it, but then what do you expect from a government run by monkeys? Anyway, we’ve been waiting on you, Mol said that you’d want to take care of this personally. We’re just here for back up, so when you want to take them out, let us know, until then let us get back to our drinks.”
“Wait, so what have the shadows been doing all this time?”
“Hell if I know Eternal. They haven’t been stirring up trouble if that’s what you think though. As far as I can tell they’ve been doing their best to try to lay low, because they haven’t left that ruined temple of theirs in weeks. I mean I suppose it’s possible that some of them have been sneaking out to go elsewhere, but we’ve checked up on them a few times and the majority of them are still at the temple.”
“And you don’t think that they don’t know that you’ve been spying on them?” you ask.
“Hardly. Perhaps you humans clumsily stomp around when spying, but we svelk have been doing it for centuries! Even some religious fanatics with shadow magic aren’t going to detect us. Oh sure they probably know we’re in the area, but that’s about it. Trust me; we’re still going to catch them by surprise when we slip into their sad little temple.”

Not exactly the kind of thing to fill you with confidence that the svelk are on top of things like their leader claims. Still, if the shadows haven’t been causing any problems like Tyren claims, then striking against them now before they can do any sort of regrouping might be the way to go.
> You do some scouting of your own
As much as you’d like to get this over with and put an end to Cyrus once and for all, you aren’t putting your faith in svelk recon. You’ll some of your own spying and if you even need them, you’ll enlist their help.

When you ask Tyren where the temple is so you can do your own spying, he says that you’re just wasting your time and likely to just give your element of surprise away if you linger and insist on this foolishness. He doesn’t really care though since he’s getting paid either way, so he gives you the information.

“You know where to find me, when you’re done fooling around.” Tyren says as you head towards the door. You look back and scan the three svelk sitting in a corner still bandaging their wounds.

“From what I can tell, your people can’t handle it when I’m just fooling around. I question if they could handle it when faced with folks who won’t be.” You reply and leave.

You immediately make your way deeper into the swamps towards the shadow temple. Despite the unfriendly nature of the terrain, there aren’t any dangerous denizens in these swamps. The only creatures of any note are the Sul monkeys and they seem to be content going about their normal routines. While you were in the Shadow Guard, you heard a few tales that a reptilian race called the Slin used to live here until the shadows removed them all at the request of the Empire.

Eventually you start getting closer to the temple and decide to cloak yourself. Again, you hate to use the magic anymore, but as long as you don’t over do it, you’ll be fine. Actually you’re a little surprised you haven’t sensed or detected any shadows skulking around. You’d think they’d at least want to patrol the outer perimeter of their temple. Between that and what Tyren told you, this behavior of the shadows has been very strange, unless they believe they can hide for another couple hundred centuries to get revenge. If that is the case, they’ve gone completely delusional.

You then finally see them, just outside the temple. You hide behind a nearby rock and spy on what they’re doing. You see them placing spherical plants in various places outside the temple. You’ve seen the plant several times in the swamp; they give off a faint harmless gas nothing more, but it looks like the shadows are doing something to change that.

You see them infusing the plants with magic causing them to give a pulsating green glow. The shadows back away cautiously every time they do this. Then they cloak the plant. You’re guessing that bumping into or lingering too close to the plants causes something very bad to happen now. You watch them do this for about an hour before they go back into the temple. Another couple hours pass, and none of them have exited from it again. It would appear they have retired for the day and you’re left pondering what to do next.

Going back and getting Tyren’s help would probably be the intelligent thing to do, but you really don’t know how they’re going to get past the plants. Even if they toss rocks at them to cause them to go off, you have no idea what the result is going to be. For all you know, the shadows might have an escape route to go through as soon as the plants do whatever it is they’re going to do. By yourself, you could probably speed your way past the plants without anything happening.

You decide you’ll do this alone. You’ve practically been taking down the shadows since the beginning by yourself; you might as well finish it by yourself. If you fall in battle, then you fall, but either way, you’re making sure Cyrus dies today.

You take a deep breath, mumble those infernal incantations and prepare yourself to speed past the plants, you’re just glad you saw exactly where the shadows placed them. As you’re running by them, you half expect them to still do something. They don’t though and you reach the entryway.

The whole place is silent as you’d expect, but this seems different. It’s like you can’t even detect anyone here. Not to mention you’d expect to run into some shadows at least guarding near the entrance. Makes you question what the hell they’re doing in here. After moving deeper into the temple you soon find out.

You see Cyrus standing over the bodies of several shadows. Near the bodies are empty flasks.

“I’ll be with you soon my brothers and sisters. And especially you Draven.” Cyrus says looking at the bodies and ignoring you completely.
“After all your talk of freedom and all your supposed dedication against the so called tyranny of the Empire, this is what it comes to Cyrus? Ritual suicide? I expected at least more of a fight during the last stand of the shadows.” You call out.

Cyrus finally pays attention to you and his eyes display a distant coldness rather than outright hatred.

“You never did understand us or the will of Dendrin, Empire puppet. You never will.” Cyrus says.
“Oh I think I understood all too well, considering Dendrin spoke to me on several occasions. The difference is, I was strong enough to resist his lies. You call me a puppet, then what are you? A discarded toy by an uncaring god who has lead you to ruin? How fitting that your death is to be in one of his half forgotten temples. In another hundred years the shadows will be forgotten completely.”
“It doesn’t matter. We carried out Dendrin’s faith as best we could…we can only hope that he will take mercy on us for our failure as we pass from this world to the next.”

You shake your head at Cyrus’ words. You can hardly believe he’s speaking such rot and believing it. It’s actually making you angry to hear it.

“You actually believe that shit? When you die here today, and you WILL die here. It will just be your corpse rotting until it finally disappears completely to time. Dendrin cares NOTHING for you or any of the shadows! He never did! If he did, he would’ve done a better job at helping you! He knew I was working against the shadows from the very beginning and yet he didn’t see fit to expose me! Did he come to any of you in a dream or a vision or anything? No, because ultimately he didn’t give a fuck and probably only saw the shadows as his personal playthings. Shit, the only person in that order that had any resemblance of sense was you of all people. YOU knew I was working against the shadows before anyone else suspected and nobody even listened to you! They told you that you were overacting and did nothing until it was too late. So why the hell would you still stay loyal to an order that is so short sighted?”

Cyrus kneels down by the body of Dravin and touches his face. Cyrus looks up at you again, this time with a faint trace of emotion this time. It seems you might’ve misjudged his true motivations.

“Perhaps all of what you say it true, but Dendrin did lead me to Dravin and for that alone earns my loyalty even if everything else was a lie. I pity you. Duty is all that is in your heart and it’s apparently all you’ll ever know.” He says.
‘Pity yourself. You’re even more weak willed than I thought if you did this for something as silly as love.”
“I have no regrets, but I don’t owe you anymore explanations. You’re not here for that, you’re here to mindlessly carry out your duty. Well come on then and finish it!” Cyrus shouts and draws his sword.

The battle between the pair of you is finally joined. There is no magic use or shadow tricks. It’s just one Eternal fighting another in straight up combat. Cyrus’ mistake. He would’ve done well to use magic as it could’ve put him on equal footing, perhaps even gave him the advantage, but perhaps he didn’t want it. Maybe this is his form of suicide.

Eventually you land a mortal blow, slicing his side clean open. Cyrus falls and deflects your attempt to split his head open, but he drops his sword from the force of your blow in the process. Weaponless, tired and bleeding out from a deep hole in his side, Cyrus accepts defeat.

“Do it. Eternal slave of the Empire.” He says coldly and then you fulfill his request by decapitating him.

It’s finished. At last it’s finally finished. You begin to smile.

“It’s finished Dendrin! You see this? In your own home! All of your followers, all of your sheep, fucking dead! Never again will you threaten the Empire! It has survived your treachery and you will be forgotten like you should’ve been centuries ago!” you shout, followed by your laughter.

Some very loud explosions outside in turn follow your laughter. Someone or something has stumbled on to those plants. The temple, which was already in ruins, begins to crumble from the force of the explosions. You narrowly avoid getting hit by a large piece of ceiling, but the rest of it will be collapsing soon.

Your first instinct is to speed yourself up to get out of the temple, but you find that your magic isn’t working. You quickly run to the entrance and find that it’s already blocked by debris. The temple is still collapsing and you’re either going to have to find another way out of act quickly to remove the rubble blocking the entrance.
> You find another way out
If you stand here trying to move rubble you’ll probably get crushed, surely there has to be another opening somewhere considering this place was falling apart before the explosions.

You run back to the main room where all the shadows lay dead and you try to scan a possible opening you can get through while dodging pieces of concrete nearly hitting you. You think you’ve spotted an exit and run to it, but your luck finally gives out as fast as the ceiling. You feel a crushing blow to the back of your head. Not enough to knock you out immediately, but enough to do it eventually. You stagger back and forth as blood pours from the top of your head.

“Damn it…can’t die…here…” you say and fall to the floor unconscious as the temple continues to collapse around you.

Once again you’re in a place where your senses are completely dead.

“No, Eternal you will not die here today, but you would’ve done better to do so I believe.”
“Still speaking cryptically Dendrin? Face the truth, the Empire beat you. I beat you. Your followers are all gone and there is nobody left to spread your lies.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I’ve still got you.”
“No you don’t, you’ve NEVER had me.”
“Perhaps not your mind, but as I said, we will forever be connected, whether you like it or not.”
“I don’t think so, I tried using your magic and it didn’t even work! My link to you is so distant now that it will soon be severed!”
“Is that what you think? Is it not more likely that I stopped you from being able to tap into the realm of shadow for your magic anymore? If anything you should be thanking me, since you obviously didn’t have the willpower to stop doing it yourself, despite all your bravado that you wanted nothing to do with the shadows.”

You ignore Dendrin’s mocking; you won’t let him attempt to turn his ultimate defeat into some sort of “victory.”

“I used your so called gifts against you Dendrin! I’ve won your little game and you have no more toys to play with. I will continue to live my life serving the Empire and you will have to find another way to amuse yourself.”
“Well Eternal, you may be right on both accounts, but that doesn’t mean those two aren’t intertwined…but don’t worry Eternal, I don’t intend on visiting to bother you again. I doubt if anything I could say would change your mind about anything. Though I do wonder how you can justify your continued existence.”
“What are you babbling about?”
“You said the shadows were a threat to the Empire. You obviously felt this stronger than anyone considering that for the past four years you’ve been ruthlessly seeking them out. You even charged into this temple by yourself without any back up.”
“Does this have a point?”
“You’re the last shadow, Eternal. How can your beloved Empire survive as long as you do? How do you know that one day something within you doesn’t suddenly turn you against it?”
“I AM NOT A SHADOW!” you manage to shout verbally in this ocean of sensory deprivation. The sound is so loud it becomes deafening, then painful and then you wake up.

You look around you and find yourself still in the temple, or what remains of it. As it stands now there are plenty of exits since there a gaping holes in the walls. You rub your aching head and make your way out of the temple. On your way out you see several body parts strewn about the front of the temple. Upon further inspection they’re dark elven. You don’t see Tyren’s body (or head), but then he might’ve been blown up beyond recognition.

You can only guess Tyren and his people came to the temple when they thought you’d been killed. Seems a little odd though considering they were pretty much content on swilling ale until you were going to give them the order to invade the temple. In any case you’ll relay all this information to Mr. Mol when you return to report to him. For now you’re in for a long walk back to Sinkhole.

A few days later you get in contact with Mr. Mol who immediately sends a carriage to come pick you up. According to reports, you were assumed dead, apparently some of the dark elves that didn’t get blown up by the gas plants reported you dead without bothering to check.

When you arrive in the capital a large group of soldiers escort you to Mr. Mol. Like more than the average amount, it makes you wonder what’s been going on while you’ve been gone. Maybe the Felkans made their own assassination attempt?

When you arrive before Mr. Mol, he’s flanked by several more soldiers. In fact these ones are orcs. Mr. Mol sees you and looks down rubbing his fingers through his hair in a nervous manner. What is going on here?

“I thought you’d died. Guess I should’ve known better than to trust those lazy svelk mercs. Guess I won’t be hiring them out of pocket ever again. Heh. So the shadows…are they all dead?”
“Yes, though sadly most of them committed some sort of suicide by the time I got there. I did however slay Cyrus myself. So it’s over.”
“Good. Good.” Mr. Mol says with a deep exhale.
“Mr. Mol, what’s with all the soldiers? Was the capital attacked while I was away? Is there some sort of need for all this extra protection?”
“No, the capital wasn’t attacked, but there is a need for extra protection…against you.”

At this point Mr. Mol stands as far as he can from you and the heavily armed orc soldier step forward to block any potential advance you’d make on him. The soldiers behind you suddenly grab your arms to restrain you. You’re taken by surprise and natural instinct takes over and you react violently. A small scuffle ensues and Mr. Mol is shouting the whole time for them not to kill you, but only to restrain you. It’s doomed to failure, as you’re still more than a match for the soldiers and you kill two of them, before Mr. Mol tells them all to back off and calls more guards to come in.

You’re left in a corner confused and angry with your sword drawn.

“WHY?! What is this?!” you demand.
“It’s a precaution. The shadows are dead and they need to stay that way! You’re the last of their kind.”
“I’m not a fucking shadow!”
“It’s not my call. This is a decree from an office higher than mine, probably from the Emperor himself. I did all I could, but it has to be this way.”

You can’t believe this. You can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“But I’ve proven my loyalty! I’ve proven that I serve the Emperor and the Empire!” you shout.

Mr. Mol once again puts his hand over his face and breathes deeply before speaking.

“I know, but how do we know it’ll stay that way? You told me Dendrin was playing head games with you on several occasions. How do we know your indoctrination won’t kick in at a later time? Maybe he’s always had power over you, maybe this is all just another part of his plan.”
“NO! I beat him! My willpower and duty to the Emperor was stronger!”
“…look…I believe you. I always have. But as I said, this is out of my hands. Honestly you were treading in dangerous waters as soon as you confessed the plans of the shadows and you were running on borrowed time when they transferred me out of the Eternal Project. It was only due to your over zealous dedication in hunting the shadows and my intervention that your existence was continued. When the extermination of the shadows was complete, you were to follow. I had hoped those svelk would’ve done the job, but I guess there were unforeseen complications. Just as well, I should’ve been brave enough to do it face to face anyway. You deserved that much. I apologize.”

You ignore Mr. Mol’s attempt at justification. This all doesn’t seem real to you, you think that maybe this is some sort of mind fuck by Dendrin, but unfortunately it isn’t and you know it. You just can’t believe that you were lied to the whole time and about to be discarded as a tool that has no more use.

Is this what you fought so hard to preserve? Is this your reward for all your hard work? Your whole life has involved nothing but lies, duplicity and treachery and you tried your best to persevere through all of it.

You find yourself nearly laughing despite the anger you’re feeling right now. Dendrin’s last words to you, was how can you justify your existence due to being a shadow. You wonder if he knew the Empire would feel that way, even if you didn’t. Chances are, he did. Maybe that’s what he meant by your continued service to the Empire and his amusement being intertwined.

The situation now isn’t good. Even if you did manage to fight your way out of here, where would you go? You’d be a wanted criminal of the Empire and that’s the only thing you’ve ever dedicated yourself to. Even though it wants to kill you right now, you can’t bring yourself to fight against it. You worked too hard to preserve it.

And that’s when you remember a lesson you learned a long time ago in Mistress’ class. An important lesson that is going to get you through this: Submit and obey the Empire. You are nothing compared to the Emperor's glory and you will die if necessary to preserve his reign.

You put your sword down slowly and address Mr. Mol.

“You should not be apologizing sir. I should be the one to apologize as I have killed two men who were only doing their duty and I have also tried to prevent you from doing yours as well. If the Empire believes I am a potential danger then I must die. I will not see it destroyed after I have spent my life trying to defend it from internal threats, even if that threat could be me. We all may have to give our lives in the service of the Empire and today I will give mine.”

Your speech is followed by several soldiers restraining you, though it’s hardly necessary. Mr. Mol approaches you with a display of regret on his face.

“Maybe it won’t be widely acknowledged, but your service was important and as long as the Empire lives, you will also live. (Sigh) You deserved better though.”

And with those words, Mr. Mol makes a nodding gesture and you feel several blades go into your body repeatedly. You don’t even feel the pain; you just put your mind in another place to numb yourself. One of those shadow tricks you learned. You guess perhaps it is better that you die if you’re still using such things. Maybe Dendrin was playing a sick waiting game with you. Well it won’t work and Cyrus was wrong too. You do know something of love. You love the Empire and the Emperor and that’s why you’ll willingly die for them.

“Long live…the Em…pire…” you say and then expire.


As much as you’d like to get this over with and put an end to Cyrus once and for all, you aren’t putting your faith in svelk recon. You’ll some of your own spying and if you even need them, you’ll enlist their help.

When you ask Tyren where the temple is so you can do your own spying, he says that you’re just wasting your time and likely to just give your element of surprise away if you linger and insist on this foolishness. He doesn’t really care though since he’s getting paid either way, so he gives you the information.

“You know where to find me, when you’re done fooling around.” Tyren says as you head towards the door. You look back and scan the three svelk sitting in a corner still bandaging their wounds.

“From what I can tell, your people can’t handle it when I’m just fooling around. I question if they could handle it when faced with folks who won’t be.” You reply and leave.

You immediately make your way deeper into the swamps towards the shadow temple. Despite the unfriendly nature of the terrain, there aren’t any dangerous denizens in these swamps. The only creatures of any note are the Sul monkeys and they seem to be content going about their normal routines. While you were in the Shadow Guard, you heard a few tales that a reptilian race called the Slin used to live here until the shadows removed them all at the request of the Empire.

Eventually you start getting closer to the temple and decide to cloak yourself. Again, you hate to use the magic anymore, but as long as you don’t over do it, you’ll be fine. Actually you’re a little surprised you haven’t sensed or detected any shadows skulking around. You’d think they’d at least want to patrol the outer perimeter of their temple. Between that and what Tyren told you, this behavior of the shadows has been very strange, unless they believe they can hide for another couple hundred centuries to get revenge. If that is the case, they’ve gone completely delusional.

You then finally see them, just outside the temple. You hide behind a nearby rock and spy on what they’re doing. You see them placing spherical plants in various places outside the temple. You’ve seen the plant several times in the swamp; they give off a faint harmless gas nothing more, but it looks like the shadows are doing something to change that.

You see them infusing the plants with magic causing them to give a pulsating green glow. The shadows back away cautiously every time they do this. Then they cloak the plant. You’re guessing that bumping into or lingering too close to the plants causes something very bad to happen now. You watch them do this for about an hour before they go back into the temple. Another couple hours pass, and none of them have exited from it again. It would appear they have retired for the day and you’re left pondering what to do next.

Going back and getting Tyren’s help would probably be the intelligent thing to do, but you really don’t know how they’re going to get past the plants. Even if they toss rocks at them to cause them to go off, you have no idea what the result is going to be. For all you know, the shadows might have an escape route to go through as soon as the plants do whatever it is they’re going to do. By yourself, you could probably speed your way past the plants without anything happening.

You decide you’ll do this alone. You’ve practically been taking down the shadows since the beginning by yourself; you might as well finish it by yourself. If you fall in battle, then you fall, but either way, you’re making sure Cyrus dies today.

You take a deep breath, mumble those infernal incantations and prepare yourself to speed past the plants, you’re just glad you saw exactly where the shadows placed them. As you’re running by them, you half expect them to still do something. They don’t though and you reach the entryway.

The whole place is silent as you’d expect, but this seems different. It’s like you can’t even detect anyone here. Not to mention you’d expect to run into some shadows at least guarding near the entrance. Makes you question what the hell they’re doing in here. After moving deeper into the temple you soon find out.

You see Cyrus standing over the bodies of several shadows. Near the bodies are empty flasks.

“I’ll be with you soon my brothers and sisters. And especially you Draven.” Cyrus says looking at the bodies and ignoring you completely.
“After all your talk of freedom and all your supposed dedication against the so called tyranny of the Empire, this is what it comes to Cyrus? Ritual suicide? I expected at least more of a fight during the last stand of the shadows.” You call out.

Cyrus finally pays attention to you and his eyes display a distant coldness rather than outright hatred.

“You never did understand us or the will of Dendrin, Empire puppet. You never will.” Cyrus says.
“Oh I think I understood all too well, considering Dendrin spoke to me on several occasions. The difference is, I was strong enough to resist his lies. You call me a puppet, then what are you? A discarded toy by an uncaring god who has lead you to ruin? How fitting that your death is to be in one of his half forgotten temples. In another hundred years the shadows will be forgotten completely.”
“It doesn’t matter. We carried out Dendrin’s faith as best we could…we can only hope that he will take mercy on us for our failure as we pass from this world to the next.”

You shake your head at Cyrus’ words. You can hardly believe he’s speaking such rot and believing it. It’s actually making you angry to hear it.

“You actually believe that shit? When you die here today, and you WILL die here. It will just be your corpse rotting until it finally disappears completely to time. Dendrin cares NOTHING for you or any of the shadows! He never did! If he did, he would’ve done a better job at helping you! He knew I was working against the shadows from the very beginning and yet he didn’t see fit to expose me! Did he come to any of you in a dream or a vision or anything? No, because ultimately he didn’t give a fuck and probably only saw the shadows as his personal playthings. Shit, the only person in that order that had any resemblance of sense was you of all people. YOU knew I was working against the shadows before anyone else suspected and nobody even listened to you! They told you that you were overacting and did nothing until it was too late. So why the hell would you still stay loyal to an order that is so short sighted?”

Cyrus kneels down by the body of Dravin and touches his face. Cyrus looks up at you again, this time with a faint trace of emotion this time. It seems you might’ve misjudged his true motivations.

“Perhaps all of what you say it true, but Dendrin did lead me to Dravin and for that alone earns my loyalty even if everything else was a lie. I pity you. Duty is all that is in your heart and it’s apparently all you’ll ever know.” He says.
‘Pity yourself. You’re even more weak willed than I thought if you did this for something as silly as love.”
“I have no regrets, but I don’t owe you anymore explanations. You’re not here for that, you’re here to mindlessly carry out your duty. Well come on then and finish it!” Cyrus shouts and draws his sword.

The battle between the pair of you is finally joined. There is no magic use or shadow tricks. It’s just one Eternal fighting another in straight up combat. Cyrus’ mistake. He would’ve done well to use magic as it could’ve put him on equal footing, perhaps even gave him the advantage, but perhaps he didn’t want it. Maybe this is his form of suicide.

Eventually you land a mortal blow, slicing his side clean open. Cyrus falls and deflects your attempt to split his head open, but he drops his sword from the force of your blow in the process. Weaponless, tired and bleeding out from a deep hole in his side, Cyrus accepts defeat.

“Do it. Eternal slave of the Empire.” He says coldly and then you fulfill his request by decapitating him.

It’s finished. At last it’s finally finished. You begin to smile.

“It’s finished Dendrin! You see this? In your own home! All of your followers, all of your sheep, fucking dead! Never again will you threaten the Empire! It has survived your treachery and you will be forgotten like you should’ve been centuries ago!” you shout, followed by your laughter.

Some very loud explosions outside in turn follow your laughter. Someone or something has stumbled on to those plants. The temple, which was already in ruins, begins to crumble from the force of the explosions. You narrowly avoid getting hit by a large piece of ceiling, but the rest of it will be collapsing soon.

Your first instinct is to speed yourself up to get out of the temple, but you find that your magic isn’t working. You quickly run to the entrance and find that it’s already blocked by debris. The temple is still collapsing and you’re either going to have to find another way out of act quickly to remove the rubble blocking the entrance.
> You move the rubble
There’s no time to go searching for another exit, the whole place is probably going to collapse. You start moving rocks as fast as you can as the roof continues to tumble down. Unfortunately you’re not quick enough and while your attention is divided, you don’t evade the rest of the ceiling that crashes on your head. Buried under several pounds debris you begin to lose consciousness.

“No…can’t die…not in this accursed place.” are your last words.


Year 25

“Good work on destroying another shadow cell, the sooner we get them all, the sooner we can focus all our attention on the Felkan Kingdom.”
“I agree sir, especially since I would like to be involved in the conquest of the Felkans.”
“Heh, well I’m sure something will be found for you. I assume you’ll report to someone else after this is over though.” Mr. Mol says.

This bit of casual news surprises you a little; you can’t help but to question it.

“Sir, where are you going?”
“Me? Nowhere, but if you’re referring to reporting to someone else, what I mean is if you are transferred to serve in the Felkan war, I probably won’t be your superior anymore. You’d be a military matter as opposed to the unique situation you are now. Quite frankly if it wasn’t for you, I probably wouldn’t be in charge of anyone. Even the new Eternal Project is in the hands of another now, has been for years.”

This seems like information that shouldn’t be freely shared with a subordinate, but once again Mr. Mol says it so casually its like he doesn’t care. He also notices that you’re wondering if you should inquire further, but he stops you.

“Don’t worry about it. I spoke of things you needn’t have known or have to concern yourself with. Let’s focus on the task at hand.”
“Very well sir.”

You and Mr. Mol get back to the business of eliminating the remaining shadow cells. In some ways it is hard to believe that this is almost over. By your estimate there are probably only about thirty shadows left at best, most of them were killed three years ago during the destruction of Fortress Gloom. You wish you could’ve been involved in that, but for whatever reason, the Empire’s allies took care of it by themselves. You never met or even saw these allies, but you heard that it was the Derro. You do know that Master Ebon and Brother Gray died in this assault, meaning someone else took control of the remaining shadows, and you know that had to be Cyrus.

Cyrus and the surviving shadows managed to incite the pathetic remains of dissidents the Empire hadn’t silenced yet, but nothing excessive thanks to the destruction of all those safe houses in advance. The only major cause of concern was very the minor orc revolt at a fort in Rask that was separate from shadow influence. It was lucky that Mr. Mol separated most of them with transfers and prevented the shadows from establishing any sort of presence there otherwise it might’ve been much worse.

In any event this whole thing probably would’ve been over by now if the Empire’s attention weren’t also focused on the war with the Felkan Kingdom. Fortunately that’s going well too due to their own internal strife going on with the crown.

“From what I can tell, they’ve pulled out of all the other provinces and mainly retreated to Delerg. Somewhat predictable, but I suppose it's the best place for them to hide out right now. I’ve tried to get more soldiers posted there to help, but again the Felkan war takes priority. I wish I could’ve even got one of your former classmates to help, but well, I’ve mentioned the problem with that.”
“No matter, I’ll handle it with what help I’ve got.”
“I know you can, but I’ve hired some extra hands anyway. I’ve got a dark elf mercenary attachment in Delerg I know they’re supposed to be helping with the barbarian tribes in Rask, but I’m paying for this out of my own pocket and they’ll go where the money goes. Besides I think this group is sick of the snow anyway.”
“If you think they’ll help, then they’ll be put to good use.” You remark.
“Their leader is called Tyren. Met him once and he’s a typical svelk, arrogant and condescending. His mercenary band is currently at the town Sinkhole. You’ll be meeting them there. Now I know you’ve worked with Empire soldiers and that’s worked out okay, but working with the svelk will be different…though I imagine that won’t be a problem for you. Just never turn your back on them and be on your guard.”
“I will as always, but now I must ask, will they be more of a liability than help.” You ask.
“No, I wouldn’t have bothered if I thought that. It’s just… well they’re svelk and all that goes with it. A lot of bullshit posturing by them that’s all. You’ll be fine, anyway I suppose you’ll want to get some rest before your trip to Delerg tomorrow. Carriage will pick you up tomorrow. That will be all.”

The next day you take the carriage to the Delerg province. It doesn’t take long, but it does give you time to yourself, which you use to briefly reflect on the past few years and your possible future, among other things.

When you get to Sinkhole it looks exactly like how the name describes it, half of the town in the swamp and the rest of looking like it’s about to collapse. Still, you’re not here to sight see, you’re here to hopefully put down the remainder of the shadows for good. Since you’re anxious to get this over with, you immediately head to the tavern where you’re guessing the svelk are hanging out. You anxious to get this over with too, granted you’ve only had a single experience with one of their kind, but that was enough even without Mr. Mol’s previous warnings.

You enter the tavern, which isn’t much better than the outside of it. The dark elven presence is unmistakable since they’re the only ones in the place since they’re the only ones in the place save for the poor bartender and the couple of waitresses. You’d guess that the svelk intimidated the usual patrons. You wonder why there aren’t any Empire soldiers taking care of this, but again you remember, there aren’t many stationed here and they’re all probably at an outpost or a fort in the area. They see you and three of them approach.

“Who let the monkey in? I thought their kind were content swinging in the trees in the jungles and swamps outside.” One of them says
“You must have some sort of balls walking into this place monkey. We thought we did a good job of scaring the rest away, except the bartender and his lovely wait staff of course.” another says.
“Lovely? If you like slumming I guess, but I suppose you males really will rut with anything won’t you? Monkey, I suggest you leave, before my comrade’s macho boasting is put into action.” A female svelk remarks.

You don’t have time for this, and these mercenary svelk scum only respect one thing anyway. You don’t like using it anymore, but you feel an impression must be made and you tap into your shadow magic.

In lightning speed you punch the female svelk in the nose and stab the bragging male svelk in the leg and trip him face first into the floor. The third svelk raises his crossbow, but you use your own armbow to shoot a bolt right through his hand.

The three svelk all lie on the ground nursing their wounds, meanwhile the rest of them haven’t even moved to help their fellows, though a dark elf with long black hair speaks from the table he’s sitting at.

“So, I’m guessing you’re our Empire contact. That traitor shadow we’ve heard so much about. I suppose your skills are impressive enough…for a monkey.”
“And you must be Tyren and don’t address me as monkey again, let alone as a traitor shadow. I did not betray the shadows, they betrayed the Empire! I am an Eternal and loyal only to the Empire and the Emperor!”
“Pity, you were more interesting as a traitor. Loyalty is overrated. Now…Eternal, if you’re done beating up my people, I have information where the shadows have been hiding out at.”
“You already know where they are?”
“Of course. We scoured most of this forsaken swampland as soon as that Mol guy hired us. Quite frankly it wasn’t hard to find them, they’re at some old temple dedicated to their god I think. Surprised the Empire with all it’s resources couldn’t do it, but then what do you expect from a government run by monkeys? Anyway, we’ve been waiting on you, Mol said that you’d want to take care of this personally. We’re just here for back up, so when you want to take them out, let us know, until then let us get back to our drinks.”
“Wait, so what have the shadows been doing all this time?”
“Hell if I know Eternal. They haven’t been stirring up trouble if that’s what you think though. As far as I can tell they’ve been doing their best to try to lay low, because they haven’t left that ruined temple of theirs in weeks. I mean I suppose it’s possible that some of them have been sneaking out to go elsewhere, but we’ve checked up on them a few times and the majority of them are still at the temple.”
“And you don’t think that they don’t know that you’ve been spying on them?” you ask.
“Hardly. Perhaps you humans clumsily stomp around when spying, but we svelk have been doing it for centuries! Even some religious fanatics with shadow magic aren’t going to detect us. Oh sure they probably know we’re in the area, but that’s about it. Trust me; we’re still going to catch them by surprise when we slip into their sad little temple.”

Not exactly the kind of thing to fill you with confidence that the svelk are on top of things like their leader claims. Still, if the shadows haven’t been causing any problems like Tyren claims, then striking against them now before they can do any sort of regrouping might be the way to go.
> The carriage ride (Self reflection)
As you wait in the bumpy ride to Sinkhole, you think back on some of the things that have occurred to you within the past few years and your current situation.

You remember soon after Gloom was officially destroyed, everyone figured mopping up the remaining shadows wouldn't take too long. Who knew they'd be able to hold out for four years? Though to be honest, you knew they'd be able to hold out for as long as they had the ability to do so, mainly because they were being lead by not just a shadow, but by an Eternal. No matter what his allegiances are, Cyrus is always going to be one and that is what truly makes him a formidable foe, not because of his silly faith in Dendrin. In fact his faith in Dendrin is what makes him weak like the rest. There were several times you nearly caught up to him, but he always managed to stay one step ahead of you. He ran like a coward with no sense of honor. With any luck, this will be his last holdout and he'll have nowhere to run this time.

Dendrin. Another being that you haven't had much contact with in several years, thankfully. You don't know why. Maybe it's due to his loss of followers making him weaker or perhaps you've sufficiently distanced yourself now that he can't contact you anymore. Or maybe he just saw the futility of trying to play head games with you. You stood in the very heart of the enemy and won. He couldn't break you and is suffering considerable losses because of it.

Yes, when Cyrus is finally dead, you'll be able to thrive and spread the Emperor's glory elsewhere. You continue to look forward to being transferred to the frontlines of the Felkan war zone. You just hope the war isn't won before you get there given how successful things have been on that front.

Part of you does wonder about the new Eternal Project that Mr. Mol speaks of though. Will the new Eternal be the same as you or possibly better? If they are better, are you going to be considered obsolete? This is why you MUST prove yourself. You have to show that even by the time the new Eternals are ready, YOU will be still of value to the Empire. Perhaps it will even be you who will lead the new ones into battle. Part of you likes that idea. Not just leading troops into battle as you've done that before during raids on shadow hideouts, but leading other Eternals.

Sometimes you wonder what life would've been like if you'd been one of the Eternals to serve as a soldier instead. You don't know much about those former classmates, but you do know not many of them are left either, though you have heard two of them ended up marrying each other. One of them is on the Felkan frontlines while other is stationed in the Nalin province defending it from desert nomads from the south.

Makes you think about Talia, and how it was a shame that she had to die. She was a fine Eternal otherwise. Perhaps if she had been on the right side, you would've married her. She certainly wanted to produce a child with you.

Though maybe its best you hadn't been assigned as a soldier or else the shadow plot wouldn't have been uncovered by you and then where would the Empire be? In a much worse situation most likely.

Yes, your journey thus far while not an easy one, is one you can feel a sense of accomplishment in. You sit back and relax for the rest of the carriage ride, knowing that your deeds have probably prevented the Empire from plunging into mass riots or even rebellion.

It fills you with pride and a little happiness that you have served it and the Emperor so well. You can only hope to serve with such distinction in the future.


Too complicated and too much can go wrong. It’ll probably be better to just play it by ear. You’re fairly confident that so much will be going on that you’ll be able to pull it off.

The next part of the journey is your first big step. Crossing into Felkan territory. This is actually very easy. The outposts aren’t nearly as well guarded as they should be and combined with sticking to the wilderness and using magic to cloak yourself and its incredibly simple. The five of you camp out in a secluded wood where Sister Dusk addresses the situation.

“Okay, now this is focus time. The Felkan capital Dessle, is still a long way to go, but I think we can get there by tomorrow night. It’s just as well since night is when we work best. Now remember we’re just breaking in, killing some guards and getting out. Don’t actually kill the king, assuming we run into him. Good thing we don’t have to, it’s not like we exactly have a map of the palace to go hunting him down.”
“Can’t we just take out one of those outposts we passed by? I mean it would still start a war.” Murk jokes, but Dusk isn’t amused.
“Brother, I suggest you stop joking about such things, you know the reason why, we’re doing things the way we’re doing them, but more importantly Dendrin wants it done this way!” Now get some rest, we’re going to need to be at full strength tomorrow.”

Murk shuts up and mentally chalks up yet another way he embarrassed himself in from of Bianca. You also make mental notes, namely on who you should kill first. You wonder if you should take out the strongest or weakest first. You could probably easily dispatch Murk and Bianca without too much trouble. You aren’t aware of Dusk’s full abilities, but you know she is at least accomplished as Shade was. Talia, however is an Eternal and you know how strong she is.

“You thinking about how you’re going to handle things if everything goes wrong?” Talia suddenly asks.
“Huh? Oh. Yeah I guess you could say that.”
“Figured. You’re always deep in thought, I’ve noticed you’ve been doing that a lot lately, especially at night in your bed.”
“Hm, glad to see Cyrus isn’t the only one spying on me.” You answer.
“I wasn’t really spying, so much as I was studying you, besides I think you noticed that I was.”
“Yes, I did notice.”
“Of course you did, because you’re always alert. You’re always aware. And I think you know of my desire.”

Talia sits next to you very closely. While you were certainly aware of her interest, you didn’t expect it right now! You react immediately to her advances.

“Talia, stop for a moment. Do you really think this is a good idea right now?”
“What better time than now?”

You’ve heard that line before though the situation is completely different than the one a year ago. This state of affairs is a little weird even for you, considering you were thinking about killing her not a few moments ago.

“Talia, I really don’t think we have time for this. We need to get some rest, we’ve got a very important mission tomorrow.” You reply.
“Well it won’t take that long will it?”
“Won’t take long?”
“Well I mean I know you’ve been with all those trollops, and your goal there probably wasn’t to make them feel good, but rather yourself. And I imagine you wanted to do that as quickly as possible. I don’t need to be pleasured…I mean perhaps I will express some interest in it during the act and maybe we can try for fun if the mission goes well, but right now I just want your essence.”
“My essence? Wait a minute; you just want me to impregnate you?”
“Well I want you to try. I suppose I should’ve come to you sooner with this, but I do see you as a potential mate. Even though we are all siblings and equals in the eyes of Dendrin, quite frankly WE…” Talia grabs your hand and puts it to her heart and then your own. “…are Eternals. We still have a bond that the others don’t and you’re the only one I believe is worthy for me. Our child will be an Eternal and a Shadow like us and we will raise him or her to follow Dendrin as we do. Now I believe you will come out of this mission alive and we will probably talk about our future together in greater detail later, but like you I also prepare in case something should go wrong. If you should fall in battle, then I want to at least have a part of you to live on through me.”

This was definitely not something you anticipated. All these years of managing to distance yourself emotionally from all of these traitors and it’s been cracked within a few moments. Or maybe you still had the feelings and you never got rid of them, only buried them deeply. Doesn’t matter, you’re still left with the same problem, pangs of conscience. Weakness.

Though perhaps it’s due to Talia being a fellow Eternal that has caused it. She obviously hasn’t abandoned all of her superiority complex. And she’s right; you do still have a bond. You just wish she was on the right side, because you don’t have time to convince her.

You hope Dendrin’s having a good laugh at all this, because this is the best twist yet. Bastard.

You could decline her advances, no you SHOULD decline her advances, but for whatever reason you accept them. Maybe it’s your weakness of will, maybe it’s your hormones or maybe it’s just your own twisted way of granting a dead woman her last request, even if she’s unaware of it.

The pair of you leave the camp far enough away, cast a spell for privacy and embrace. At least neither of you will die not knowing the pleasures of the flesh. You have to admit, you were always a bit curious. How funny that your reputation as a whoremonger couldn’t have been any further from the truth. After it’s over you both return and go to your bedrolls without speaking another word. You notice Sister Dusk sleeping against a tree and open one eye as if to let you know what you were up to, but she doesn’t do anything else. Perhaps she understands the need for hasty copulation, having lost her own mate only a year ago.

The next day, you set off. Murk tries to speak to you and makes a few comments about noticing that Talia was eyeing you a lot yesterday, but you tell him to leave it alone and focus on the mission. Dusk tells him the same thing when she sees him jabbering on as usual. As for Talia, she hasn’t spoken to you, though perhaps her mind is focused on the mission like it should be. Where your mind should be actually.

You try to get back your focus and are finding it difficult. What are you supposed to do now? Throw everything away just for a one night with a woman? Even if she is an Eternal and you could reconcile yourself with being a traitor, you don’t fit in with the shadows and you never will. You’ve done too much to go back and the shadows are doomed at this point anyway.

No, the Emperor and the Empire need you, and that’s who your life is dedicated to, nobody else.

You spend the remainder of the journey cloaked and sticking to the less populated parts of the Felkan kingdom, though you eventually reach the capital and sneak over the walls of the city. Fortunately night is falling by that time. While you’re still struggling with your own dilemmas you do take the time to notice how much different the Felkan society is. A lot less soldiers first of all, though their soldiers all carry gunpowder based weapons in addition to their normal weapons. In fact their whole society is slightly more technologically advanced than the Empire, but that won’t mean anything compared to the sheer might of the Empire when they bring their full force to bear down on the Felkans. You hope that you’ll perhaps be part of that after crushing the shadows.

Eventually the five of you are just outside the palace walls of where you presume the king is located. It is here where Dusk addresses the group again.

“You all know the plan, get in, cause some havoc, don’t kill the king and get the hell out. Still, I think we’ll do a better job with the last part if we’re not all bunched up as a group. I want some of us to go to the other side of the palace and start from that side, the soldiers and guards will be less likely to gang up on all of us that way. I’d say about thirty to forty five minutes should do it and afterwards, we’ll meet up at that wood where we made camp yesterday, then we’ll continue the rest of the journey back to Gloom from there. Now I just need someone to volunteer to come with me and the rest of you can scale the palace wall here.”

Well it looks like your original plan of trying to split up the group is going to come true after all, the question is do you want to take care of Dusk first or whoever decides to be on the second team?
> You stay silent
Dusk could pick you anyway, so there really isn't any need to volunteer. You're still going to have to find the king, kill him and the rest of the shadows regardless of who you're "working" with.

Dusk ends up picking Talia and tells you, Bianca, and Murk to wait five minutes before scaling the wall after they leave to head to the other side. She then tells you she trusts you to use your best judgment on things. Killing Bianca and Murk should be too hard without Dusk or Talia here, the pair of their combat skills are nowhere near your own. The hard part will be tracking down the king.

Within the five minutes you wait, you see Murk fail to impress Bianca as usual with his wooing attempts. You can't believe he'd waste his time on the eve of such of an important mission. As you see him fail for the umpteenth you have no idea why you ever considered him your "friend." He's an idiot even in the hierarchy of the shadows.

"Why the hell did they even pick him?" you wonder.

Maybe it's a lot of built up rage, hatred and other bad thoughts you've been keeping under wraps for years, but you can't help but continue to feel disgust for Murk.

"Okay, I think about five minutes have passed. We should get going." Murk suggests.
"Might as well, I'm not here to watch you bumble around all night trying to impress Bianca who obviously isn't interested in you and never will be." You say.

There's a momentary silence and both Bianca and Murk give a look of surprise to the fact that you've said something so direct concerning their "relationship."

"I…we…we'll speak on this later." Murk says and starts to cast his spider walk spell.
"No, we really won't." you reply and cast your speed spell. You raise your armbow and hit Bianca with a bolt to her throat. She falls helplessly attempting to gurgle a spell. Murk, sees this tries to cancel his current spell to match your speed, but he isn't fast enough. You draw two daggers and impale him several times with them before he even hits the ground.

You think he tries to ask you "why?" before he dies, but you aren't really sure because you're too busy driving your daggers into his skull for the kill at the time. After dealing with Murk, you go over to finish off Bianca who is still attempting to struggle against death.

"Let this be known before you die, the Emperor shall reign forever and your dying god will be forgotten like he should've been centuries ago!" you say and stab her in the heart.

You feel as if you've just taken your first steps towards freedom at last with the deaths of Bianca and Murk. Two more to go, but first you need to find the Felkan king and finish off that part of your mission before an alarm is raised when Talia and Dawn start killing guards. You cast your spider walk spell and quickly scale the wall.

When you get to the other side you're near a lot of carts with stacks of supplies on them. A quick look reveals that they're mostly sacks of food. You must be outside the royal kitchen or something. Sure enough you hear several voices coming from a nearby door which opens up.

"Alright start hauling in those sacks of potatoes; we got enough space for them in here now." A chef says with several of his staff following outside.

Well you weren't planning on massacring an entire kitchen staff, but you don't have the luxury of waiting around or looking for another quick entrance and using any more magic right now is going to start making you feel exhausted. You ready your blade.

The hapless kitchen staff is naturally unable to fend against you. The head chef throws a cleaver at you, but that's about the closest any of them come to hitting you. By the time you're finished, the entryway looks like it's leading into a cannibal's kitchen rather than a royal one. A few of the staff made some yelps of pain when you killed them, so you quickly leave the area and hope you can find the king.

You search about eight rooms before you start hearing yelling and the sounds of alarm. A lot of them mention guards being killed. Surprisingly you haven't even run into any guards yet, so you're guessing Talia and Dawn must be to blame. You curse since that means they're probably already on their way to making their escape and this place is going to be crawling with soldiers. Never mind the fact that the king is probably going to be actively hiding now.

Against your desires, you cloak yourself and speed yourself up in an effort to help your search. You kill several soldiers during this time, but no king. You do manage to get a hold of a couple fancy dressed women that look like nobility or royalty. It doesn't take much to scare them, but they claim they don't know where the king is, and tell you he's probably already been moved from the palace.

There is just no way you're going to be able to assassinate the king and kill Dawn and Talia in time. In fact at this point, you aren't even sure if you'd be able to kill the king seeing as you have no idea if he has left the palace, or if he's still in it. That isn't even the main problem, the main problem is your excessive magic use has left you incredibly fatigued. You feel like you're going to pass out at any moment. While you're struggling to stake awake and decide on what to do next, the Felkan soldiers finally pinpoint your location and begin coming in force.

Were they attacking you with close combat weapons, you might've been able to fight them off. Were you more alert, you might've been able to dodge their bullets. As it stands neither of those possibilities exist and several soldiers fire their muskets at you. Hot lead hits you in the arm and the leg. When you fall and try to crawl away another blast hits you in the back.

"I've…failed…forgive me…my Emper…or…" are your last words.