Halloween Event: The True Ending of Story
Posted on November 14, 2024--
Hhh… Hhhh…
So this is it, then.
The final day.
I can feel it… My powers, my energy, my S.T.O.R.Y.… hhh…. all slowly but steadily draining away… The pain mounting… My hold on this vessel, weakening…
Yet The Scribe has not yet rejected me, as the Mystics attempted to do, as all my former collaborators once did. Her transformation remains strong, anchoring me to this earth. So surely, unconscious though she may be, she alone must know that my plan, MY plan and no other, is the only plan that – hhgn… arghh – the only plan that can rescue the Stage, and Hope, and all that remains of existence…
The Scribe must know that I can still be redeemed. That I WILL be redeemed. That I DESERVE to be redeemed!
For the past week, there has been battering from outside the bounds of my S.T.O.R.Y. magic shield… Even to the last, I am beset by critics! And there have been attempts at reaching out to me… As if any other words but mine can matter now!
As if... hhhh... regrets can matter now…
Hhh…
My whole plan, I have been enacting with ease, since the Mystics have signed over the thaum signatures of Azophi, Lethe, Kallinikos, and the Unmaker. With none to interrupt me, my last Narrative will serve to break Specter’s hold over the Scourge of Dearth so that she cannot control it when it arises! My Narrative will ensure that the fallen Scourges remain in eternal rest, never to return in a new cycle! And my Narrative will make it so that none can ever, ever again awaken the Unmaker…
Break the hold. Eternal rest. Never awaken.
Break the hold. Eternal rest. Never awaken…
Break the hold! Eternal rest! Never awaken…!
SSSSHHHHHHOOOM!!
At last, at last, all is prepared for my final magnum opus, for my truest legacy…
For my final moments.
My final words.
…
And I am…
So tired……
…
But the show must go on.
Always the same sentence, always the same conviction, always... hhh... the same cliché. The haunting knowledge at my heart. The cold certainty at my core. Clutched in my intangible grasp, driving me ever onward, swallowing me up…
A show going on, and on, until it must go on…
Without me…
…
Not yet.
Not yet…
THE FINAL ACT BEGINS!
Arrrghh… this would be… s-so much easier with the Autumn Oracle to play the part…! I c-can’t sustain my S.T.O.R.Y. shield and shape my Narrative’s conclusion at the same time…
No matter. I have adapted before, and I’ll do it again! The first four acts were… argh… possible to complete without her, s-so… I have no need of her for the finale – I have no need of ANYONE else to finish this play!
As I prepare my most divine of interventions!
Break the hold! Eternal rest! Never awaken!
Now let my sacrifice commence, let the shield collapse, let the greatest of ALL my performances conclude! I’ll perform to an empty audience if I must –
