The Morrigan Chronicles
14533 AE
Epona and I found the home of the Ancients. We will try to round up the rest of the new gods and see if we can destroy them. Lesser gods indeed. We will take their power and become the Gods themselves.
14534 AE
A few of the "lesser" Gods declined our invitation to take the world and make it ours. We have assaulted the Ancients and 7 lie dead at our feet. We have grown stronger in our powers. Much stronger. A minor goddess of death, I will never be again. I am the goddess of Death. Epona, now holds domain across the entire animal range, instead of a minor goddess of horses. Aine, now the goddess of luck and love, not a goddess of desire and fertility. Odd how lives have changed from the days that we were once just a party of adventurers, trying to line our pockets with gold. Now we can create all the gold we wish, but it has lost its luster and power is all that remains. Epona, Aine and the others seem to lost some of their desire for more. I alone will continue this quest, so it seems.
15354 AE
That is the last of the Ancients, I believe. 24 now lie dead and my power has grown immeasurably. I have brought death to those that aren't supposed to die. Epona and the others have gone their own ways. Some even lament the destruction of the ancients, that it was a mistake to kill them. Epona in particular doubts her actions in this matter. Darkness and power is all that matter now. Time will come when they too will have to die. I will make sure of this. But for now, I need to rest to restore my powers. The last ancients words before he died, spoke of one other ancient but I have never heard of that one. I will search for him but I think it was a tale to make me worry about vengeance. There is little that I worry about anymore. I still have the source, without which nothing can touch me. I fear nothing. Agia, if you are out there I will find you one day and take from you the last of the Ancients power.
Juri's notes
Aru was four times smarter than even I could have imagined. He was right. The plague has a cure, but one that Dushela would not believe possible. The six men on the boat, that seem two be immune, are. Dushela in her three-fold arrogance could never believe that her plague was cured by a five petaled flower. Always is there balance in all things. Find a destructive force and the earth finds a way to defeat you. They will survive. Better yet, we demons will survive. I have the only cure.
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