Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140330230839/@comment-12599067-20140419231211

Only moments after Mannimarco's death, his army had been reduced into nearly nothing. The undead legions turned to piles of ash, and their arms and armor began to crumble and break apart as well. When the last strong gust of wind from the conjured storm blew across the battlefield, it took much of the ash and dust away with it, and soon there was almost nothing remaining to remind the world of the Worm King's army.

Soon afterwards, most forces began preparing for the long walk back to wherever they had arrived from. The Crimson Scars were the first to leave, as they wanted to at least try and make it back to Blackwood before the sun had fully risen. The Forsworn followed shortly afterwards, as they did not like Cyrodiil or the Empire and were reluctant to stay around Imperial forces any longer than they had to. Valuril sent for a messenger to bring the elven army to the gates and to fetch a horse for the High King, then dismounted her own steed and entered the City in search of Daithi.

The Imperial City itself was coming back to life as the guards began to move the wounded soldiers to temples and other places where healers would be found, with many of the luckier and/or less injured members of the city watch either resuming their posts or going from door to door alerting residents that the danger had passed. Claudius took note of all of this as he walked through the streets towards the gates, where the group had gathered to say their goodbyes.

(Shall I post the epilogue now, or does everyone want to have their characters say their goodbyes to one another first?)