Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190125120301/@comment-7262318-20190205220338

And so it was over. With the sun rising up into the sky and the embers of the Crystal-Eye Tower slowly beginning to settle, the group was finally able to rest easy as the boat sailed away from the island. The horrors that they endured would forever be locked away here, lost to the ages of man. No one would ever suffer the terror that Kaelmun had in store for them.

The boat eventually landed just off the coast of Hammerfell, where they were able to get off and go their seperate ways. They would live their lives as they saw fit, whether it was peaceful or full of adventure. The important thing was that they were free to choose.

Tamriel was mostly the same since they had left. However, in their absence, quite a development had occured. After much deliberation, the Imperial Elder Council decided on a successor to the throne. The news spread like wildfire when they finally announced it, and was the talk of all the towns and cities.

In light of Emperor Titus Mede II's assassination, the empire had crowned it's new leading figure.

Emperor Motierre.

(EPILOGUES:)