AstralLein
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Farewell, perhaps, to my character in this expansion. It has a fan-made nature and should not affect anything. A kind of epilogue:
So, the stone. A wonderful, magnificent, iridescent stone with a soul trapped inside. A truly luxurious vessel. But what does its beauty matter if the one trapped within its facets can no longer do anything? It's just a Dungeon, nothing more. The last refuge of a broken personality that exists only thanks to a miracle.
— You know, Keliandra, it's so ironic... — the dark Lunarian with truly luxurious white hair leaned back in his chair. — You sold your soul to Rynze, but you still came back to me. Was it worth it? Such a meaningless death...
As if in confirmation of his words, a giggle pierces the vague darkness of the room.
— You remember the price, Merial? — a female silhouette emerges from the darkness of the night.
— Of course. Take what you want and go back to your goddess, — the Lunarian waved his hand and continued to examine the stone.
— A fair deal. If you ever get disappointed in this world... Rynze will accept you, Merial, — the woman dissolves into the darkness.
Vortex... An intriguer and a tempter, but it was worth it. After decades, Keliandra finally returned to him. Even with the efforts of Rynze's sectarians. On such an occasion, one can even overlook such a despicable alliance. Keliandra, my daughter... a half-blood despised by many, who lost her mind and was exiled in solitude. It was I who once gave you a staff, designed to protect you from the troubles of this cruel world. And it was I who was your executioner. I got rid of my own flesh and blood, considering it useless, and then I suffered from bitterness. I was wrong, but I never thought we would meet again.
— And I thought there was only hatred between us, — Merial laughed into the void, — but it turns out that somewhere in the depths of my mind, I loved you, Keliandra. All I wanted was power and revenge on those who deprived me of it, and you were just an annoying accident. Or not?
Merial got up and walked to the portrait hanging on the far wall. In it, a certain bright Lunarian was casting a spell. In her hands, she held the staff of Sillion.
— You never knew your mother, Keliandra, did you? Of course not. She died quickly. It's even surprising that, contrary to my wishes. She was an outstanding sorceress. Even I appreciated her skills. Now, only this portrait reminds me of another path that I missed.
The Lunarian sighed heavily and lay down on the bed. His back touched something sharp and hard. Wincing, Merial pulled another portrait from under the blanket and immediately screamed, clutching his head.
— Vortex! What the hell were you doing? When did you even have the time!
The priestess of Rynze attacks from behind, but Merial manages to dodge. His gaze flashes with hatred and indignation.
— No way... I will never be a servant of your precious Empress! Rynze will not get this world!
— Your desires don't matter... — Vortex replied, slightly puzzled, but then staggered, — Ah! How... so... — the priestess lowered her gaze and saw a blade sticking out of her chest.
— Yours either...
Merial pulled out his sword, which had found its way to the heart of the depraved priestess. Muttering something incoherent, Vortex collapsed and died.
— Rynze...
Merial tried to cut the portrait of the goddess in half, but he couldn't even raise his arm. Yes, who is he to fight the will of a deity? The blade fell from Merial's weakened hands.
— Rynze... You vile creature...
The Lunarian roared like a wounded beast and pounced on the portrait. With difficulty, he wrapped his arms around it and, gathering all his strength, squeezed it with a desperate cry. There was a crack of breaking wood.
— We... will not be slaves!
A whirlwind of unholy magic swirled over Merial, but soon dissipated. The portrait crumbled, as if it had not been broken, but burned.
With a contemptuous smirk, Merial threw the smoldering remains of the cursed painting out the window. Having finished with this, the Lunarian returned to his table and took the stone in his hands again. Apparently, its time was also up.
— Keliandra... forgive me... forgive me for everything...
Merial choked on blood and fell. A moment later, life left his mortal body. The stone fell from his weakened fingers and rolled away. It rolled out of the house, picked up speed on the steep slope down, and after a short journey, sank into a small lake. An eternal dungeon, but freedom from Rynze. A dubious fate. And who knows if anyone will ever find it. Will the stone of Keliandra's soul become an artifact or a decoration for another princess, or will it simply be forgotten... no one will ever know.
P.S. no, this is not the guy I was going to make.
So, the stone. A wonderful, magnificent, iridescent stone with a soul trapped inside. A truly luxurious vessel. But what does its beauty matter if the one trapped within its facets can no longer do anything? It's just a Dungeon, nothing more. The last refuge of a broken personality that exists only thanks to a miracle.
— You know, Keliandra, it's so ironic... — the dark Lunarian with truly luxurious white hair leaned back in his chair. — You sold your soul to Rynze, but you still came back to me. Was it worth it? Such a meaningless death...
As if in confirmation of his words, a giggle pierces the vague darkness of the room.
— You remember the price, Merial? — a female silhouette emerges from the darkness of the night.
— Of course. Take what you want and go back to your goddess, — the Lunarian waved his hand and continued to examine the stone.
— A fair deal. If you ever get disappointed in this world... Rynze will accept you, Merial, — the woman dissolves into the darkness.
Vortex... An intriguer and a tempter, but it was worth it. After decades, Keliandra finally returned to him. Even with the efforts of Rynze's sectarians. On such an occasion, one can even overlook such a despicable alliance. Keliandra, my daughter... a half-blood despised by many, who lost her mind and was exiled in solitude. It was I who once gave you a staff, designed to protect you from the troubles of this cruel world. And it was I who was your executioner. I got rid of my own flesh and blood, considering it useless, and then I suffered from bitterness. I was wrong, but I never thought we would meet again.
— And I thought there was only hatred between us, — Merial laughed into the void, — but it turns out that somewhere in the depths of my mind, I loved you, Keliandra. All I wanted was power and revenge on those who deprived me of it, and you were just an annoying accident. Or not?
Merial got up and walked to the portrait hanging on the far wall. In it, a certain bright Lunarian was casting a spell. In her hands, she held the staff of Sillion.
— You never knew your mother, Keliandra, did you? Of course not. She died quickly. It's even surprising that, contrary to my wishes. She was an outstanding sorceress. Even I appreciated her skills. Now, only this portrait reminds me of another path that I missed.
The Lunarian sighed heavily and lay down on the bed. His back touched something sharp and hard. Wincing, Merial pulled another portrait from under the blanket and immediately screamed, clutching his head.
— Vortex! What the hell were you doing? When did you even have the time!
The priestess of Rynze attacks from behind, but Merial manages to dodge. His gaze flashes with hatred and indignation.
— No way... I will never be a servant of your precious Empress! Rynze will not get this world!
— Your desires don't matter... — Vortex replied, slightly puzzled, but then staggered, — Ah! How... so... — the priestess lowered her gaze and saw a blade sticking out of her chest.
— Yours either...
Merial pulled out his sword, which had found its way to the heart of the depraved priestess. Muttering something incoherent, Vortex collapsed and died.
— Rynze...
Merial tried to cut the portrait of the goddess in half, but he couldn't even raise his arm. Yes, who is he to fight the will of a deity? The blade fell from Merial's weakened hands.
— Rynze... You vile creature...
The Lunarian roared like a wounded beast and pounced on the portrait. With difficulty, he wrapped his arms around it and, gathering all his strength, squeezed it with a desperate cry. There was a crack of breaking wood.
— We... will not be slaves!
A whirlwind of unholy magic swirled over Merial, but soon dissipated. The portrait crumbled, as if it had not been broken, but burned.
With a contemptuous smirk, Merial threw the smoldering remains of the cursed painting out the window. Having finished with this, the Lunarian returned to his table and took the stone in his hands again. Apparently, its time was also up.
— Keliandra... forgive me... forgive me for everything...
Merial choked on blood and fell. A moment later, life left his mortal body. The stone fell from his weakened fingers and rolled away. It rolled out of the house, picked up speed on the steep slope down, and after a short journey, sank into a small lake. An eternal dungeon, but freedom from Rynze. A dubious fate. And who knows if anyone will ever find it. Will the stone of Keliandra's soul become an artifact or a decoration for another princess, or will it simply be forgotten... no one will ever know.
P.S. no, this is not the guy I was going to make.