FAREWELL

[grigori]

ALL GOOD THINGS must come to a (golden) end

WELCOME TO THE LAND OF PROSPERITY

Morning comes, and the world is alive.

Rays of warmth gently reach out to a place that has never seen the sun, bringing with it more vivid color than the world has seen before. The sky is clear, free of clouds and smog and gray, a picturesque scene to welcome a new day, a new life. The voices of the harpies welcome the dawn for the first time with a soft but joyful song, their voices light and sanguine as they take to the skies to sing of freedom from the powers they've always feared and served.

Drawn out by the familiar voices of the harpy, lifted into something beautiful, something heartfelt, are the ghosts that were hidden within the caves. Despondent, hopeless, beaten down for aeon by the harpies, they peer out into the open world that the bomb's explosion created. They watch the sun rise on the Land of the Dead - a sun many have not seen since time forgotten - and there is new hope. Slowly, one by one, the ghosts of the long dead and recently dead alike, those that have been ferried across to the resting place created by the Authority, begin to walk out into the sun.

And, just like that, they begin to fade to Dust, smiles on their faces after so long in the dark. The gold drifts in the air, to rejoin the world anew. Free will, intention, knowledge - soul.

The Tree of Knowledge thrives in the light, the last of the Dust of angels a perfect fertilizer to make it grow and stand tall over the participants of a competition they never chose to join, its branches blooming with flowers of white. And the participants themselves, all of you...

You, too, are alive. The icy touch of the ghosts has faded into something more natural and warm. Color returns to faces, and even without the touch of magic, all wounds are healed. You are alive. Your story will continue, and your happy ending awaits.

It's just across the river, and Charon is ready to take you there, through clear air where the mists have lifted. And when you finally arrive...

...Your souls are here to welcome you home. Even those who have lost that part of themselves will find it again, waiting at the docks to find their way into your arms the very second you step out, another second away simply too much to bear. And at last, your daemons shift, one last time, to settle on a form you may or may not have seen before - and you know, in your hearts, that this is a good thing, something natural, something to celebrate, no longer the herald of trauma or some misdeed.

Beyond the docks, the suburbs buzz with an energy it hasn't seen before. The ghosts, like your own, feel more warm and solid and real. The lost and misguided have a spark of hope in their eyes, their delight at the changes in this world unmistakable as they point to something, a little further out. Follow their gazes, and you'll find the source of their excitement easily.

A window to another world. Two - three - and more. As one person reaches out, a city on the other side slowly changes to a field of flowers. A small village changes to a desert market, through which the merchants wave people to come in, come in, they'd love to see you. Through another window, an empty and barren world littered with rubble shimmers to instead show a world filled with water and memory, perfectly intact, and someone new steps into this world to embrace a familiar face among the crowd.

The windows stabilize, allowing everyone to come and go as they choose. The Land of the Dead is no longer a prison, after all - merely a waypoint, just another stop along a journey that need only end when wanderers are ready.

What some might call an end, after all, is often a new beginning.


Welcome, travelers, to your golden end.

Dead and alive both have been revived, injuries healed, and powers returned to normal. Your daemons have all returned to you, though they will settle into one form, and will no longer shift - though this form does not have to be one of the three taken over the course of the game, and may yet be something new entirely.

Keep your coins! A new symbol has taken the place of the clock face or comet that marked your teams - a great, blooming tree. With that, you will be able to return to the Land of Prosperity at any time, and visit any other world that you wish to see.

Your characters are free to continue their stories however they choose - in their own world, or another.

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Comments

[yueshen]

[ here is xie lian, at this fond farewell! he's sitting crosslegged on the ground in this suburbs area once things have settled down, with his daemon now in its ferret form standing across from him.

they're just staring at each other. the ferret twitches his nose.

xie lian's shoulders are bunched up at his ears, as he mutters to the ferret: ]

...what should I call you, now...?

[ san lang...er... the ferret... chitters.

xie lian is not sure whether to laugh or to cry. ]

[callalilies]

[ here is kaeya with polaris at his side, seeing that san lang (?) is now in his little ferret form. how sweet... he laughs and then

looks like he wants to say something and.

does not. polaris just barks! pushing a xie lian's hip softly. ]

[yueshen]

[ oh boy. xie lian frowns when he doesn't say anything, reaching up to stroke his hand over polaris's head. ]

...Kaeya? Is everything alright?

[callalilies]

[ the petting is nice! polaris grumbles instead of barking, his usual talking, licking at xie lian's hand happily while kaeya just. sighs!

pauses.

then: ]

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

[yueshen]

[ ... ]

That is particularly poetic, even for you....

[callalilies]

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

[ he hrmphs! folding his arms over his chest. ]

[yueshen]

[ .........

xie lian frowns and lifts his hand, making a quick symbol in the air with his fingertips. now that his spiritual energy is back to its usual (nerfed) level, a detect magic-esque spell is easy.

...

he frowns, and then looks around them. ]

Ridiculous. [ then waves his hand, and closes it tight once so the curse breaks with a shattering of spiritual energy. ] There. How's that?

[aono]

...Yon Lang? Shi Lang?

[RIN NO]

[yueshen]

.... No... I suppose I would need to call him Yi Lang now, but...

[ the ferret chitters and rolls over, wriggling on the ground cutely. ]

... I think... Ruoye, perhaps.

[aono]

Ruoye...it could work, yeah.

[Rinkou seems to be full of an energy she was lacking before, and now she's trying to pounce on the little ferret to play with her.]

[yueshen]

[ pure. the ferret squeals and immediately starts running between rinkou's legs. come at him!!! he's running!!!

it makes xie lian smile, the sight; and, after a moment, he reaches into one of his sleeves. ]

...I have something small for you.

[aono]

[Oho!]

Yeah? What is it?

[The daemon can play and run around while the people have a touching conversation.]

[yueshen]

[ it isn't much, but after a moment - xie lian reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a little charm, then sets it into rin's hand and covers it with his own. ]

This is a blessing. For protection - and for strength, from the Martial God of the Central Plains. In times of great need, if you say a prayer, I should be able to hear you. Keep it on your person, and it might help to remind you that the heart is a fierce and passionate tempest, and that can exist in twain with moments of strife when it needs to be stilled.

It is not much, but, this blessing comes with my gratitude. For everything.

[senjinrouha]

Not feeling like calling him San Lang now?

[ hello there. pravda comes over, a wolf now, and flops next to the ferret-formerly-known-as-san-lang. ]

[yueshen]

It's terribly awkward now, isn't it...?

[ glancing back at

wherever hua cheng is... ]

...I think perhaps I'll call him 'Ruoye'.

[senjinrouha]

I would say "only if you make it awkward" but, uh... it looks like you have, so.

[ he looks at ferret buddy and tilts his head. ]

"Ruoye", then.

[yueshen]

It is! It's dreadfully embarrassing! For weeks - right to his face!

[ san lang san lang san lang!! xie lian still wants to die over it its fine. ]

But - Ruoye, I think, it will be a perfect fit.

[ newly named ruoye chitters and comes to yuri, then without any provocation or warning, lifts his tiny paws and baps them on his legs. hello friend ]

[senjinrouha]

[ he shouldn't laugh but. BUT. he has to duck his face a little. ]

For weeks! But it's not like you knew. He probably liked it.

[ hehehe.

he blinks though, when ruoye puts his little paws on his leg, and then grins. ] You like the new name too?

[ pravda looks at this, and then at xie lian and

sits on his foot. have an entire wolf. ]

[supremity]

[ yes, hello.

tanhua comes barreling over to take both person and daemon the fuck out, hua cheng leisurely following behind the huli jing. ]

[yueshen]

Wah!

[ GOODBYE down xie lian goes! he throws his arms out to catch tanhua but lands on his back anyway, newly-named ruoye squealing delightedly and clambering around tanhua's neck to start aggressively licking his fur anywhere he can ] San Lang ah!

[ who was that san lang ah for the ferret or hua cheng? yes ]

[supremity]

Yes, Dianxia?

[ he'll come stand over the pile, as tanhua fox whines and licks xie lian's face. the daemon also rolls around across both god and ferret, dirty colored paws reaching for ruoye and holding the ferret against his chest so that he can groom his little fuzzy head with nibbles and licks.

it causes him to flop onto his back and off of xie lian. ]

[yueshen]

[ cute... ruoye has been held. he is being snuggled!! he squeaks and chitters and tucks his face against tanhua, happily, and xie lian lays there in the dirt for a moment.

and then he just smiles up at hua cheng. just. joyful, warm and happy. for once, with not a burden on his shoulders, like things used to be. ]

Hello.

[supremity]

[ they're just going to roll around like this, i suppose, which hua cheng watches with some mild amusement. he's acknowledging them! amazing!

with no wings to account for, it's easy for him to gracefully fold down, settling in with xie lian. he rests his weight on an elbow, putting his cheek in his hand. it's extremely gay over here suddenly. ]

Hello.

[rerouter]

[... Okay. She has to laugh. Just a little.]

Does he really need a name change? You could call him Junior.

[She's not serious at all.]

[uncoincidental]

[aura is back! she's settled into djinni form and is resting on sheba's shoulder instead of hovering.

sheba looks amused at the quandary that xie lian's daemon's name is posing.]

Maybe... something that matches with Hua Cheng's daemon's name?