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.