"" You gather your belongings and take one last look at the house you grew up in, breathing deeply the scent of the sea salted wood that make up the cabin. You kiss your mother goodbye and turn towards the cliffside port below your home, where the Forlorn Hope awaits your arrival. On deck you see Kleb the Shapechanger, busy helping out with the shifting of stores while other sailors prep for departure.

The navigator on the ship is the half-orc elder from Kilgagh that you know has been commandeering the ship during the war. And he approaches you and goes:

“The ship’s just about done with preparations Capt’n. Awaiting your orders for departure.”

You nod towards him and he signals the helmsman to set sail. The Forlorn Hope bellows its horn.

A tale of 7 wandering destinies intertwined by fate. To defeat an ancient evil that dares to terrorize the peace of this magical land. It was a tale filled with courage and fear. Mystery. Truth. Revenge. Compassion. Solidarity. Unity. A legend of heroes that will be forged into every Fincaryan book and the books beyond Fincarya itself. A legend that will be told for many generations to come. And as this chapter draws to an inevitable close, the gradually setting sun illuminates the creamy white cliffs of Cerith Ywae, and the briny breeze blows strongly into Fincarya. The sound of seagulls squawking overhead joins in the chorus of the port bells ringing out towards the ocean, as a lighthouse shines brightly like a beacon of hope. A mother stands before the cliff edge waving to her daughter, as the Forlorn Hope vanishes into the golden mist beyond.

The End. ""

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I drew this picture to commemorate the end of a 3 year long D&D campaign I had with my closest friends where I was the DM. A very heartfelt moment that brought tears to all of our eyes when we realise that the campaign was finished.