Anara was stilll at the Rat In The Pot, sitting at a table resting from the strenous battle, and the brief and frustration encounter with that nameless crusader.

Fenris on the other hand was outside, watching the sunrise and wondering what to do. Perhaps return to Skyrim, take out the false 'collage of the voice' in Markath and make a real one. Bring the Tongues of old back.

V'anul meanwhile, had already made plans for a vacation in Elsewyr, not wanting to be around for the rebuilding and aftermath of this mess.

"Yes i think i will join you, Osano," Said Ryan. "But i think i'll eventually be back to civilization. i like the wilderness but not so much as to stay there."

With that said he folowed Osano to wherever their feet would take them...

OOC: Yes Ryan will be in the next Rp but i wont be on much...cuz of school and HW

OOC: necks post is a fitting end for ryan and osano, i will leave it at that

Falx knodded to Osano, another previous friend, "Safe journey's" Falx didn't give him time to respond, but left him.

(OOC: Postin some more)

The sky seemed to clear, as if the fog of war had lifted. If only slightly. These next several years would be turbulent times Vvardenfell, for the Empire, and even more so Nirn.

I'm done fighting..

Bit by bit Falx stripped off his armor and threw it on the ground, leaving behind his past. "Nearly 41 years, and this is all I've accomplished..."

The hero of Cyrodil left the town, slowly at first, as if he was saddened by his choice, but made himself look up, "I might not be remebered, but.. maybe that is good"

As picturesque as the sun setting on the lone hero was it was still a sad moment of lonelyness.

-=-=-

For several years the Imperial Knight, Falx Albarnias roamed the southren lands of Vvardenfell helping who he could. He figured that maybe the wrongs he had commited could be righted, if maybe he avenged those he slaughtered. Maybe.

His last journey brought him to the late city of Vivec, now it had been rebuilt as New Vivec. Three years after the events of AMU, three years after the death and destruction.

The great General would live his life as a lowly bar owner in New Vivic, for many years, amassing a small fortune. Not ever telling of his background.

Celia giggled. "Oh, silly Dunmer!"

She turned to Serene, her face filled with happiness as well as sadness. She embraced Serene tightly. "Oh, I hope you have a wonderful life wherever you go... Just be sure to be visit me once in awhile, m'kay?"

She glanced at Sel. "Anyone else you want to say bye to?" she asked. "Because, after I prepare some supplies for the trip, I hope to leave as soon as possible..."

"No." he decided. He wasn't good a saying good-bye. It was best avoided. "I'm ready." he said, lifting his small (and empty) pack to his hsoulder.

(OOC: Maybe you can post one more time after this, saying about how they departed to Cyrodiil or something?)

Celia nodded and briskly went to the Rat in the Pot, as well as some traders and shops to salvage for supplies. Once she did, she went back to where Sel stood, and glanced one more time at Ald-ruhn. Perhaps she would visit when it was in better condition...

She glanced at Sel. "So, shall we go? Though how we would go, I don't know..."

OOC: Not sure what to say....

"Follow me." he said, walking south to Seyda Neen, hoping to get a ride on a passenger ship to Cyrodiil.

Luckily, they got passage and made their way to Cyrodiil, where they were married.

Celia made all the money in the family, having set up a small healing shop, Sel looked for jobs often, but he really had no skills other than fighting people and making witty insults at people he didn't like.

Sel wanted to become a sellsword, but Celia would have none of it, so he got a job working on a freight ship, hoping (secretly of course) to encounter some pirates.

They had a little girl named Triel, after that little altmer girl that the companions knew and loved.

THE END....well...maybe not

P.S

OOC: just adding a little snippet of info on Serene and Jonacin

To Wolfie: If you don´t agree with this feel free to edit!

IC:

After taking a hearty goodbye of Celia and Sel Serene stood watching them leave. She would miss them both and was surely going to visit them if she and Jonacin would ever go to Cyrodiil......and maybe that had to be sometime..if she was to continue looking for her son. The right place to start would be just Cyrodiil.


Then she saw Konrad hurry off around a corner of a nearby house.....and followed, she did not want him just to head off without at least say goodbye to him

She found him sitting around the corner all by himself an sat down beside him

"Konrad....I wish you luck with your life", she said, If you ever need healing or any other thing...don´t hesitate to look me and Jonacin up, we´re going to stay here in Ald´ruhn to help rebuild it again, so we rented Morvayn Manor..you are always welcome at our house!"

With those words she hugged Konrad and kissed him lightly on his cheek...then she went back to Morvayn Manor and her future together with Jonacin, the grand Hero of AMU!

Konrad nodded to her, then followed Sel and Celia back to Cyrodil. He kept himself quiet, managing to stay unnoticed on the same ship. He followed them all the way to where the settled down, living in a small house on the outskirts of town. Many knew someone lived in it, but thought it was a decrepit old man. Konrad reveled in this, keeping the monsters away from his back garden and living a peaceful life. No more fighting for him it seemed.

Shakur sat at the bar as the others left, saying goodbye to each of them. He paid for his meal and stepped outside, and, findin his men, yelled "You have done well soldiers, you truely are the victors of the war. Soon this city will be rebuilt, and memorials of the dead and living will beautify the streets. Promotions all around!" Shakur smiled as the soldiers yelled "Hoo-ah!", and followed his sentence with "Goodbye men, and good luck rebuilding this temple of our war". Shakur was later honoured with many medals and celebrations, but he cared little of the spoils of war, and soon found his wife and family who had made it to the bitter-coast for temporary sheler. After getting a small village created in the Bitter-Coast, he travelled the country until he killed Selaniv Ruassi's son, who was prophecized to be killed by Shakur. Shakur was put in jail for three days, until the Legion let him out due to his story and because it was a just killing, for not only did he kill an evil man, but he challenged him to a duel to do so. He also published a few very popular books called "Meditations on war", "A beautiful day for an extermination and the most popular, "Fufilling the Commona Prophecy", a book about his life dealing with the Commona Tong and about killing Selaniv Ruassi's son. He is now chief of his village which now houses one hundred and twenty-eight refugees.