I Killed My Beloved

Bluegarde, The Finale, Sessions 3 and 4

TL;DR The agents of the Bluegarde killed Dorthelo, thus ending the Everlasting War, but made magic weaker and more rare.

I heard tell of exploits by those foolish - nay, heroic I suppose - agents of the Bluegarde. They say in the moments before my beloved Dorthelo rose from the pits of Withrok, they defeated many a foe. They defeated my cursed Legionnaires, whom I should never have made. They defeated every defender of the gates to the Tothkuni. They proved themselves worthy. I only mention this to exalt them, to give you an idea of the quality of character those 7 were. They fought tooth and nail. And for what? For themselves? For honor? For glory?


They did it for the good of Terendel. For as much as it pains me to see him defeated, my beloved was to be a tool of a truly ruthless individual. An individual I again blame myself for. That slimy snake Reverence built a machine - a cage for my beloved. And he rose my beloved from the pit, harnessing the great power within, to do his bidding. A god is meant for so much more than a mere steed. The misuse of power boils my blood with anger, but as I watched the fearsome beast of iron rise from the belly of Terendel, my legs nearly fell out from under me. So large, so powerful was this beast. I truly have never witnessed such a sight. And with the beast came armies. Armies of demons, devils, and all manner of twisted form.

But when it seemed that the plans of Reverence had come to fruition, 7 figures descended from above, and did battle with the armies of Reverence. They did battle with my beloved, trying as they might to pummel him. One of them fell, apparently defeated. But another approached his fallen comrade to revive him, and I sat on the sideline, attempting to spin spells to aid in the fight, but I was no match, no use against these divine creations, or against a god in a metal box.

Beside me, the skeletal figure of Eragon, stood waiting. He had once been part an agent of the Bluegarde, much like those who piloted the fearsome chariots before me. But while each of the agents had discovered their weapons to be keys, Eragon had been far more unlucky. His very soul was a Tothkuni key. And so faced with this fact, he had chosen to sacrifice himself, stepping into the breath of the dragon, revealing his crystalline form. We waited together for an opportune moment.

And then it occurred. Eragon stepped forward. I told him it was time. The chariots must complete their task. He nodded in agreement and raced towards the nearest chariot. He took one last look back at me, then put his hand in the keyhole at the base of the chariot. He was absorbed into the machine.

At that moment, each of the machines combined with the other, forming a new structure, this time in the figure of a man wielding weapons and protective armor. With newfound strength, the fully formed Tothkuni stepped forward and commenced battle with my beloved once more, taking blows, but giving them ever more strongly.

And then came a choice. My beloved lay on the ground, defeated as he was by a weapon designed for this moment. Would they spare him, or end him?

They chose to end him.

An explosion, a blast of light, and it was over. The god of Evil was no more. But with him, he took something as well. The god of Evil was one of the gods that sustained Terendel, and ending him meant ending some of that on Terendel as well. I do not know what the full ramifications will be of his death, but I can't imagine they will be anything good. I have noticed diminished magical power. Fewer sorcerers are being born. People on the whole are growing more weary of magic as it becomes ever rarer. Though it has been only months since the death of my beloved, the people seem to have forgotten magic. What once was common and accepted is now rare and mysterious. And people fear the unknown.

Still, the Everlasting War is over. The world can know peace again. That was our goal, and we achieved it. We should be celebrating.

Oh how I wish there were another way. My beloved.

-Dormene