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Epilogue
Manja carried her brother's body from the Red Mountain, refusing the put it down until it had reached its final destination.

She kept her head up, her eyes dry and focussed on the task at hand, the entire time. Her mind was housing a million emotions, yearning to break free and bring her to her knees but she refused to give them the satisfaction, she refused to falter, until she reached Lake Arrius and laid him to rest.

She had Nish and Eilonwyn wrapped up in the same sheet, forever in each other’s embrace as they'd choose to be before sleeping forever. She organised their funeral, just as she had organised their wedding and got the same priest who wed them to do the sermon.

Most of the group attended the service, whether they knew the victims or not, they wanted to pay their respects. Manja took her place at the front, holding C'laro's hand the entire time, finally releasing the flood of tears that were finally free to cascade down her face. As she watched the closest thing she'd ever have to a brother and a sister, lowered into the ground, she cast her mind back to better times. Remembering Eilonwyn's kindness, when they first met and the times that she and Nish had spent together, learning how to shoot.

She was always the better shot, the stronger of the two, the better thief...

But he was no doubtedly, the better person.

Lilly attended the funeral, one of the few cases in which she was unable to keep back her emotions, though she didn't care. The witch said nothing before, during or after ceremony. She stood in silence, sobbing on the inside and eventually openly crying as she walked away. When she got back to her room, she lay in her bed for three days and wept into her pillow, she wanted her friends back more than anything in the world.

Corelas attended the funeral, though he was too far gone to know what a funeral was... Something inside him ached, however, like his mind was trapped behind a prison of flesh and madness. He shed tears, though they weren't his...

They belonged to Corelas Addire, Thalmor Justiciar and saviour of Nirn.

Bologra shed two tears at the funeral, which was two more than he had shed at his brother's funeral a few years prior. When asked, the orc swore blind that there was a bee in his eye, though he rounded his excuse off with an unconvincing sigh.

As the priest finished his prayers and closed his book, a crow could be heard on the horizon, as if it was saying 'amen.' Those in the know, took note of it...

=Manja=

Manja took several months to recover from losing the most important person in her life but she, slowly, came around.

The nord took refuge in the newly constructed chapel in Cheydinhal; she stayed in the same room that her brother had once recovered in, several months ago. She began to grow more and more eager to leave the room behind her and help out members of the local community to take her mind off of the ones she had lost but she always returned to the undercroft, she fell onto her bed when she returned 'home.'

After six months, she had decided that she had taken advantage of their hospitality, long enough and she set out on the road with C'laro. She abandoned her plans of getting a house in the Imperial City, hoping to start a new life without relying on plans she made in better times.

Manja and C'laro left the city, together. The nord insisted that they passed Nish's grave on the way, where she knelt down and kissed its stone surface, refusing to shed any more tears.

She and her new friend, would start a new life together and try to put the tragedies of the past behind them.

=Lilly Tira=

Lilly stayed with Manja for the best part of a month, before heading back to the college in Winterhold.

The arch mage asked her if she had found anything, not noticing the sad aura around her...

She paused and thought for a moment and told him that she found the most beautiful thing in the world. When the arch mage asked to see it, she told him that that it had been destroyed by the most hideous thing that Nirn had to offer.

The mage lived a long life and though people came and went, several stayed permanently etched into her memories...

Nish and Eilonwyn's names, always came first.

=Corelas Addire=

Corelas' mind had been warped by the spear of bitter mercy, to the point that he was no longer aware of his surroundings. He had no idea who he was or what he had done, who the people were and why they were so sad.

Manja and Lilly took him back to Cheydinhal and handed him over to the chapel, the healers there took him in, not caring who he used to be and what he may have done. The altmer lost his fine motor-skills, unable to do basic tasks without being asked by one of his carers but they continued to look after him, for many years.

Over time, parts of the altmer's skills resurfaced and after ten years of work, the chapel had finally got him to remember his restoration abilities and the former thalmor became and asset overnight.

He did as he always intended to do, serving the people of tamriel, for many years to come...

=Bologra Blackbeard=

Bologra stuck around for a few days but inevitably he left, to peruse a new life of adventure. Maybe he'd find another arena and beat every last warrior, until he could rise to the rank of 'grand champion' and win in his friends' honour.

The orc wasn't seen by the majority of group members again after Nish and Eilonwyn's funeral. However, it wasn't the last that the people of tamriel would hear of him.

Stories circled for years about the orc, with a blade for a hand, some positive, some negative, few of them were accurate...

=Sinir=

Sinir had no remains to be returned to his homeland, he had no surname, no age and no family or records.

Manja had a small grave placed next to Nish and Eilonwyn's final resting place, a small tomb stone that simply read...

Sinir

When the khajit's service was held, only Manja, Elledan, C'laro and Lilly attended and Manja was the only one who shed a tear for her friend. She stayed with his grave for the best part of an hour, in the pouring rain as everyone went back inside. Those who didn't attend assumed that she was still grieving over Nish...

When Manja left to start her new life, she stopped at Sinir's grave and fondly patted it before moving on.



=Xeran=

After centuries of bitterness and living alone, the wizard finally got what he had always wanted…

An end.

He was murdered at the hands of those who he despised most and though he didn’t have much time to reflect, before he died, his thoughts fixated on the dunmer who had ruined his life, all those years ago.

Fort Farragut was left untouched for many years, until a few daring adventurers stumbled across it. Once it was discovered, the place was looted bare. The only thing that remained was a pile of torn, bloodstained robes to serve as a permanent reminder of the fort’s former tenant…



=Edgar=

Edgar’s reign of terror over the wilderness around Cheydinhal, had finally been bought to an end. The Breton had finally met his match, someone smarter, stronger and far more vicious than he ever was had put an end to his evil.

The guards noticed that missing person’s reports had dried up overnight, assuming that it was a minotaur or a strong bear that had been slain. They were only half right…

His cave was eventually found by goblins, who soon moved out after a territorial war between two, nearby, tribes nearly wiped out their clan.

It now remains bare, waiting for someone or something to move in…



=Helseth’s family=

Helseth and his family moved into Cheydinhal and managed to settle in quiet quickly, they told their story to the guards but many of them believed that the tales were exaggerated.

Helseth lived for a number of years before passing on in his sleep…

<p class="MsoNormal">He always wanted to give something to compensate the Breton who saved them and turned his life around. Eventually he had given up all hope of seeing him again, assuming that he had moved on with his life.

<p class="MsoNormal">He’ll… probably be out, adventuring somewhere. Was the dunmer’s final thought before sleeping for the last time.

<p class="MsoNormal">His daughters Tabith and Laliah became truly valued citizens of the community, Tabith joined the Cheydinhal guard and eventually made it up to guard captain, after ten years of service and her niece, Nepht, eventually tried to follow in her footsteps but didn’t feel cut out for it.

<p class="MsoNormal">She always wanted to be an adventurer, like Daniel…