Sunny became the “Queen of the Elves”. As liberator of the elven people she was much loved by her people and she ruled them wisely and well. She rebuilt her kingdom and elves from far and near flocked to be one of her subjects. Being in communion with the great city allowed her to free a great number of elves who had remained trapped in the limbo of the thorn wall, and these numbers helped swell the depleted elven population.
She was blessed by the high lord Colleran himself and lived well beyond a normal life for a mortal, outlasting the known fates of all of her companions by decades. Not only was her wise rule responsible for rebuilding her kingdom, but she also sent artisans to help with the reconstruction of a new Moonsong City.
She was said to be able to see into even the coldest elven heart, and her rule brought forth a new thinking among elves, where they no longer were so judgemental of other races and they began to be much more open to other ideals and thinking. Great elven philosophers even brought this thinking to other elven kingdoms and her influence was felt well beyond the limits of her own kingdom.
Rumors persist that she didn’t actually die, but was instead taken by a grateful god to reside in his court for eternity when her work on the mortal plane was complete.
Beros stayed in the wild of the Ihduhapi forests. It was said that he could sense an orc or a kobold that came within ten miles of him… and that he could put an arrow through their chest before they even knew he was in the woods with them. The remaining orc tribes lived in fear of him, calling him Daro-rciend or “The Sudden Heartpiercer” for his penchant to kill just a few of the orcs and let the legend of his prowess get back to the others.
No one is sure of what became of Beros. Rumors abounded that he had passed into the feywild and was gone, but it seemed every time people began to believe, a slaughtered tribe of orcs would be found, a lone arrow through each chest. Eventually the legend grew such that many elven rangers roamed the woods, and they would all claim to have seen the famous elf and attribute orc and kobold infestation eradications to Beros. Even if it had indeed been they would had done the work.
Truth be told, no one knows if Beros still walks the woods or not. It seems unlikely given that so many years have passed and even the Elven Queen Sunny the Great professes not to know for sure. To the Beros’s doubters, the believers need only point to when Hil’Dren sought to set up in the south. Fifty years after the war with Glimmer, a great green dragon, she had come from over the sea and sought to control the woods as her own. She had smashed an elven outpost meant to watch for such a thing. Two messengers had escaped and reported to their queen that the dragon had arrived. A scouting force was immediately dispatched with Queen Sunny herself preparing to battle the beast. When they arrived, the dragon was still, a surprised look forever etched on the beast’s face. A single arrow was found, buried deep in the beast’s heart.
With the death of Glimmer, Alia was incensed. It was done. “Where is he?” she screamed. She was sullen and angry even as Ron opened a portal to proclaim the good news to the dwarves of the Grim Watcher. As they came through the portal, the dwarves excitedly told them of their own good news, a few minutes ago a bewildered Poe had awoken and asked his dwarven guard for a bit of whiskey as he seemed to have misplaced his flask. Alia and Poe were reunited at last.
The deal sealed with the Raven Queen, the two lost lovers delayed their happiness together for one last debt to be repaid. With a squad of dwarven bannerman behind them, they paid a visit to the fallen Dwarf friend, Jorn the Giantslayer. News of Glimmer’s fall had reached the necromancer and he had already fled into the mountains. With Krane as a guide, the two continued their search up into the wild and wintry mountains. They eventually brought Jorn to bay, cornering him in a deep and dark mountain pass. In an eerily silent battle, the husband and wife team worked seamlessly to bring him down, Jorn’s death was marked by his cowardice as he attempted to crawl away from his end while begging and offering anything to the couple if they would just spare him. In the end, Jorn lost everything, including his dignity before The Grudge struck the final blow, ending a nightmare for residents of this region of the world.
Their grim mission finished, Alia and Poe spent most of their time in the taverns of the Grim Watcher, watching others and at watch should some fool attempt to again dabble in the necromantic arts. It was said that after some years in the Grim Watcher taverns and inns, they decided to settle off alone, together and farm quietly and peacefully. A trapper once insisted on meeting the couple. He said that he had met an impossibly old couple quietly managing a small garden next to a cabin. He had been curious and asked after their secret for such a long and happy life. The man, he said, told him with a wicked grin that death itself was afraid to face again; the two of them united.
Krane returned to his people, who rejoiced in his victory. He established a new era for the Goliaths, breaking them of their xenophobia and entering them into trading agreements with the humans and dwarves that neighbored them. He became know as “Ten Tribes”, his strength and leadership led to a great deal of fortune for his people and smaller tribes pledged their allegiance to the great chief. The story of how Krane had saved the prophesied ones was legend around a Goliath camp and anyone who visited and could tell it well enjoyed as much hospitality as a Goliath tribe could offer, so well did they enjoy the tale.
Krane’s strength was such that even as he advanced in years, none would challenge him, and he is the only Goliath chief to ever pass his leadership on to the next by dying peacefully in his sleep. As word of his passing grew, delegations of every race and description came to pay his home village homage. First the dwarves, bearing the finest dwarven armor and weapons to honor him. Then the humans who promised a year of food as a tribute to his strength. The Lions of Moonsong came and honored him as one of their own. The Tieflings to the south made the trek far from their desert home to pledge their love to the Goliath chief, and then finally, but certainly not least; the elven Queen Sunny the Great herself came escorted by hundreds of elves in their finest battle gear to acknowledge the passing of the great Ten Tribes, Krane, Strength of the Mountain.
Durkon settled in the Black Lady, where he worked tirelessly to rebuild the great dwarven city and take back it’s depths from the orc and elemental inhabitants that had taken up residence in the last 200 years. Over the years he was successful, albeit with some minor setbacks. Eventually his commanders learned not to let the great dwarven cleric parlay with their enemies and they worked to keep him towards the front of the battle as opposed to helping to guide the troops or negotiate settlements. Truth be told, this suited the old dwarf in his later years. He never tired of the thrill of battle and dwarven soldiers enthusiastically fought by his side. Thousands of orcs died deep in the dark and when the dwarven legions successfully fought all the way back to the North Gate, it was the great chief Durkon who first laid eyes on the lands beyond. Covered in orc blood and ichor, his was the great cry of freedom and joy that reverberated down the underground road back to the Black Lady and beyond.
As the years passed, Durkon’s age made it difficult to continue to foray into the northern lands and protect his people. Eventually he was content to sit and listen to the younger dwarves tales of heroism by a warm forge fire and hand out blessings and advice; one more welcome than the other.
Ron’s heroism was revered in both the human lands of the plains and woods and the tiefling settlements of the desert. His exploits were wonderfully retold by many, for it seemed that each retelling of a Ron Burgundy tale was more over the top than the last. And woe to the man or woman who might dispute the tale’s veracity, for on occasion Ron himself would pop in next to the unfortunate soul. Ron would, of course, accept whatever the tale told as truth so long as it continued to reflect well on Ron. Not out of spite of course, Ron actually believed that these things must have happened. After having done so, the crowd would inevitably turn on the doubter and they would end up having to buy drinks to keep things from getting ugly.
Ron lived where he choose and never lacked for companionship, food, or comfort wherever he went. He was most comfortable in the south where the Tieflings revered him as a prophet and a gift from the gods. One day, Ron just vanished. There was a flash of light and he was gone. The tieflings say that he will return again in a time of great Tiefling need to lead them again towards the glory of the sun god.
After the war against Glimmer was over, it was Kloister who rallied the remaining towns and villages of humanity and rebuilt the great city of Moonsong. People seemed to naturally flock to Kloister and his bold leadership brought on a new golden age for humanity. Between the dwarven stone smiths and the elven artists, the city of Moonsong was rebuilt to an even greater height that it had been originally.
The one great threat to Kloister’s rule was the goblin siege of the eastern woods five years after the war against Glimmer was over. The Stonehall king’s champion, the Bone-eater prince had arrayed a huge host of goblins, hobgoblins, and bugbears against the sparsely populated human settlements dotting the edges of the eastern woods. Kloister rallied his people and recruited allies among the elves and dwarves and took a force one tenth the size of the goblin horde to meet them.
Daring tactics and tremendous courage in the face of an overwhelming enemy somehow turned back the goblins, although a last minute forced march of a Goliath force to seal in the doomed prince of the bone-eaters is what sealed the deal for the Goblins. Their courage broke and they fled and did not challenge in numbers again the natural barrier of the eastern wood.
Kloister would eventually be crowned King and his reign was profitable and plentiful. After his death, his body would be placed in the vaults of Moonsong City where an honor guard of Elves keep watch, day and night.
Guss would become known as the True Dwarf Friend and could not hold an empty mug or sit at a place with a empty plate if there was a dwarf within earshot of the man. Uncharastically for the dwarves, young dwarves who strove to go and participate in the great liberation of their mountain fortresses would seek out Guss for training and advice on how to hold the line and when to be wary of friendly spellcasters. When the celebrity would be too much for Guss, he would sojourn to the south to the human settlements. Occasionally he would spend time with the silver dragon known to the dwarves as Mountain Breeze. Although they had met under battle, the dragon had become quite fond of Guss and would actually treat him as an equal.
Guss eventually found a quiet cabin, not far from Havenbrow where he had started his adventures and
lived out his days with his adoring wife and small children. The day Guss passed, quietly, peacefully, surrounded by children and grandchildren was a sad one. Deep within both the Black Lady and the Grim Watch, the dwarves knew immediately. The dwarves on watch said the earth itself sighed in sorrow and a wave of sadness overcame the whole nation.
To show their gratitude to Guss, dwarven artisans began to construct small statues of the hero, looking out over the eastern woods where he had been critical in the defeat of the goblinkin some forty years prior. It wasn’t an effort that was coordinated, both rather an individual tribute that gradually lead to a series of statues of Guss north to south looking out over the eastern wood from the mountain passes to the desert hills. Some say that tribute that the dwarves paid Guss was more than just a statue, that they had imbued each with a bit of the same magic that warded the Grim Watcher and that the statues stood guard against any encroachment from the east; as if Guss’s spirit remained, set once again to guard humanity. Some scoff at the idea, but the men and women who venture into the east woods for a livelihood do not.
Kobe spent most of his time with the dragon Mountain Breeze. The dragon found the halfling’s presence amusing and thought of him like one would a pet. When Kobe realized this, he left seeking out the Lions of Moonsong as his own people. Kobe was last seen fleeing the piranhas of the prairie. He was never heard from or seen again.