What happened to them?

Alexander Munroe tried to make the most out of his second chance at life. For a long time, he struggled to find his place in the world. Few know if he ever did.

Amanda Tique lived and died as happily and carefree as she always did, blessedly ignorant of the world's problems. Indeed, she caused far more harm to herself than anything ever did to her.

Jacob Antonis died in Aurelus', and Tyr's, service. It was the death he had hoped for.

In his growing dementia, Jikrun Lorander eventually forgot the secret formula for his life-extending potions. Much was lost with him.

Mara Elona eventually found that she could not bear the things she had done as the legendary werewolf, Maw. She took her own life.

Tybalt Semptis and Wret Secundus both served the Sentinels until the end of their days. They lived to see the beginnings of what would be an alliance, and eventual union, between the Vindicators and Sentinels.

After many years among the Talibarians, Eleanor Duvedirfel finally returned to Durender. She lived for a curiously long time, outlasting most of her generation. She finally died under mysterious circumstances, the details of which suggested foul play. Her grave is still in her homeland somewhere, now within Inferian territory. The "key" she possessed never was found, nor the lock it opened.

Sylvia Veyron rose out of apprenticeship, all the way to the ranks of Head Librarian of the Archivists of Light. She taught students (few of which could understand anything she said), assisted the Archivists with carrying out contracts, and wrote several articles on magic and the universe that shaped human understanding. As an alchemist, she also proved highly successful, making several discoveries both with and without her mentor, William Warthrop. Sylvia discovered a formula that yielded a highly explosive substance, the precursor to gunpowder. But most importantly, she theorized that everything in the universe is made of smaller and smaller units, which themselves are composed of a unique energy form. Unfortunately, Sylvia died before she could look further.

It is not known by any source exactly what became of Alyssa Munroe. While most believe she died in the Black Tower, sacrificing herself for the good of Talibar and perhaps all of Aeria, others swear to have seen her after her alleged death in several places throughout the world. And she was always seen with a mysterious man who wore a black cloak and possessed a most unusual pair of eyes...

[OOC Note: Anyone is welcome to post what became of their characters in this thread. However, please keep comments in the comments thread.]

Niphsus Ralcourt began to doubt himself and his position in the Guard. His curse, as if two were in one body, forced him to argue with himself and have trouble reasoning. He ended up killing an innocent person over a small issue and he was torn with guilt. In attempts to silence his other self, he violently stabbed himself over and over. He then laid there in silence, just as he wished. He had escaped into the forest when he had done this and had his body defiled by vampires and other creatures of the night, only leaving small parts of his body to decompose and rest in the soil of Surna. He was the last of the Ralcourt family.

Noddy, grown up and no longer protected by close friends, had gotten himself into much trouble. An attempted prank on a few bandits resulted with him being gutted while still an adolescent.

Nale Sarevok was never really involved with affairs in Talibar, and only spent a few short weeks in Surna. After which, Nale returned to adventuring for several years until he ended up enlisting into The Dragoon's warfare branch, growing to become a well respected, albeit barely heroic, high-ranking commander. Although he was never very coordinated in single combat, Nale's connection to the Sarevok bloodline brought a golden age of prosperity to the Dragoons.

Dean Angelis disappeared from Surna with his mentor, the brilliant inventor Andrel Thandron shortly before Surna's sacking by the Occitanians of 590 MoP. It is said that two years later, Dean set up a workshop in a secluded nation state in Sarkun, and from there he worked on several inventions based off his mentors designs, including an airship, based off of Andrel's "Windjammer". Unfortunately, for unknown reasons Dean was unwilling to share his innovations with the outside world, and sealed his workshop below the city before dying at the incredible age of 122 years old, in 688 MoP.

Renalt Ayers also disappeared from Surna before the invasion, but for unrelated reasons. After Renalt had his connection to Surge severed and was ejected from The Vindicators by Grandmaster Zayl Rathman, Renalt was temporarily paralyzed and delivered to the guardhouse's infirmary, but shortly disappeared without a trace. Years later, it became known that a legendary werewolf by the name of Prophet, whom was terrorizing villages in Ara'ki, turned out to be Renalt, whom contracted lycanthropy by the will of master necromancer Victoria Midnight, whom was seeking vengeance for several necromancers Renalt had slain. After Renalt was revealed to be the werewolf Prophet in 594 MoP, he was confronted and slain by a duo of Vindicators.

Damien Kross left his original adventuring quartet to travel to Kerodil, where he served in the Free Kingdoms' military for ten years before retiring in 600 MoP to civilian life.

Howd Draig lived as the Head Information Distributor until his late thirties, when he fell in love with a younger woman who was also a member of the Archivists. They left the organization and moved into a humble home in Sida. Howl's immense general knowledge earned him a spot in government, acting as an adviser. Howl stood strongly against foreign conflict, and invested most of what he had into trying to inspire programs for educating the populace. He's sometimes looked back on as the man who helped Sida learn. He died in his bed at age ninety nine. The headmaster of the Archivists attended his funeral, alongside the few others who knew him well in life. He's been treated kindly by history, as a man who wanted to help the world learn.

Flint Libentaro lived to the age of seventy four, twenty seconds after he retired from the Archivists. Those present at his death say that his heart stopped beating a moment after he handed over his robes and seal. It turns out that when Flint claimed to be "working" he had been writing comedies. He's hardly remembered as a Librarian. But is considered to be one of the finest writers to have been alive during the age.

Cyril Dedrick rose up after he reached Surna. His graverobbing days were long over, and he took the money from that into various investments in the city. He became a highly regarded community figure, and payed for the construction of sewers and tunnels underneath the city, for a variety of uses. He didn't live to see the project finished. He had a heart attack at age forty two. He was cremated, and the sword that he valued was lost. It is ironically thought to have been stolen from his resting place.

Scarecrow is still alive, somewhere. It crawled its way over the mountains like a shadow, and made its way into Sida, where it posed as a spirit from Aten. It would infiltrate small towns where it would demand sacrifice, and then protect the town from "harms" that were coming their way. People eventually became wise to his claims and chased it out of the country. Its current whereabouts are unknown.

The Marvelous Mr. Mugallo lived to an age of eighty nine. He eventually left Surna to start a circus that toured for a total of forty years. After shutting it down, he lived the last years of his life peacefully by himself in his old family home in Leyanara. He would occasionally step out of the house and dance down the street while playing his violin, it was always considered a sight to have him running through the streets with his bow flying over the strings.

William Warthrop lived to forty, barely living long enough to see the sealing of Ossus. The Thes'pung took its toll on William, and he was found most days confined to a bed. The shop closed down, and William sold a sample of the Thes'pung to pay the living costs. William rarely got visitors save for Sylvia, whose visits gradually became less and less common as her Archivist training became more intense. William had lost most of his eyesight before he went, the veins in his eyes were black, and he was unable to continue to work. It's thought that this was the tipping point. William Warthrop was found dead by Sylvia. He was lying on his bed, pale as marble, with a glass resting on the floor. He had killed himself by drinking mass quantities of a poison he had designed for fungus. His body seemed completely different with the thes' pung expelled. His hair was blond, and his frame much thinner than it had been before. He seemed like a skeleton. Laid out on his work desk were two stacks of paper. One was full of apologies to at least twenty people, all of whom Will thought he had wronged. And in the other stack were thanks to nearly the same twenty people. William was buried at the Warthrop grave-site after proving that he was of the Warthrop blood to his brother, who had never met him. Four people attended the burial. William made a small spark in alchemic achievement. The Thes'pung was declared too dangerous to use, and any mention of it was responded to with the saying "No, just look at W.W." The actual name of W.W. was lost, and most believe it to be named after Winnifred Wickline, an alchemist who also had done some research on the Thes'pung, but who avoided it because of the danger it posed. Three books of William's research were published, one stays inside the Archivist Library, donated by Sylvia, one in William's old bookshelf, locked up in his deserted house, and one in the hands of book collector Veldo Viarchi, who bought it only so he give it to his wife, who was reportedly, "into that sort of thing." She apparently wasn't, and the book currently resides in their cellar, holding up a table with a short leg. There is some speculation that William was present at the sealing of Ossus, and that he had helped Zayl and the other adventurers. Most don't believe it.

Note: Possibly subject to future editing.

After Cole Simmons left for Kerodil, the business he started in the cellar of an inn had grown to an industrial empire. The Simmons Company was based in Kerodil, but by the end of Cole's legacy, its reaches extended all the way out to the Wastes. Though his weapons and tools were designed to help Kerodil protect itself and prosper, they were also misused by the lawless. He rarely met with those in public, but those who met him claimed he aged slower than others, and that it seemed more and more like he was becoming another person as the years passed. When the company had first started, Cole was a bright and hopeful person, trying to make a difference for the better. By the time of his disappearance, the deaths that his creations had caused were hardly a concern to him. Some time around the age of sixty eight, the enigmatic founder to the Simmons Company passed on ownership to a protege, and disappeared. A body was never found. A funeral was never held. He had no descendants. Over the years, the Simmons Company flourished, but due to the war in Kerodil, many of its factories and supplies were lost and ruined, and the company was forced to pack up and leave to find better business. Their existence is currently unknown, and there has been no recorded activity under the name of the Simmons Company for at least four decades. Cole's guns have become like small treasures. Firearm technology fell back a few steps due to the company's disappearance. Cheap replicas can often be found floating around the world, but most of the originals belong in the hands of wealthy and powerful individuals, either restored by some costly means, or magically altered to serve a new purpose.

Sythrivum Wintergaze, for a few years, achieved his dream of becoming the Kingpin of Surna, running all the crime rings for a brief time. Then, several attempts on his life were made, and though he managed to survive, he was forced to flee as the small empire he built had turned against him. As irony would have it, the lack of their leader made it much easier to strike down this kingdom of crime, and Sythrivum's actions may have inadvertently led to a period of lawfulness. Sythrivum was never heard from, again, though a half-elf of his description had been sighted several times in the Sidan deserts.

The mystery of Redwell was never solved. A small number of people had investigated his existence over the years, learning of him through his ties to the legendary Vindicator, Marius Shire, and some of the heroes of Surna: Zayl Rathman, Thorn Razel, and Eleanor Duvedirfel. What they discovered was someone that was potentially the most powerful human in existence. In fact, most of the scholars who study Kain's veiled legacy staunchly claim that he could not have been entirely human. To this day, the investigation continues as people try to unearth secrets left behind by Kain's work. Somehow, artifacts unearthed that were supposedly crafted by his hands are oft found destroyed several weeks later. In order to fill in the blanks, many have come to rely on the unfinished work of Sylvia Veyron, who's later theories seemed to coincide with the accounts of Kain's abilities and some of Kain's claims. Although researchers believe unearthing all of Kain's work could "unlock the secrets of the universe," they always seem to be sabotaged when on the brink of something major. Most write off their work as a wild goose chase. As for Kain himself, the only record of his last confirmed appearance was that he had left Surna with Eleanor Duvedirfel, the Guard Captain of Surna, to heal her of a grievous injury. When Eleanor returned, Kain did not, and that was where his trail ended.

In government records, the name itself disappeared for at least a century before it resurfaced out in the countryside outside of Surna, in a patch of land where a farm had mysteriously appeared a short week after the plot of land had been purchased under the name Redwell. There, one could find a family of six: A man and his wife, three boys, and one girl, and though the children oft traveled, they were home often enough to be seen together regularly. Though there was often trouble in the surrounding lands, one could never find a drop of trouble in the acres of the Redwells' farm. Researchers often come to ask of their relations to the Redwell of old, but the family firmly declines any relations to him, and claims the similar name is simply a coincidence.

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