A Farewell to Thardferr

Regents of Thardferr, hear my last word.

In the final hour I poured my strength into you. The Last Benediction ran like fire in the veins of every banner that bore my mark. You gathered, you struck, and the storm of Chaos broke upon your shields. Coins fell silent. The laugh turned to breathless ash.

Your names are set apart. Vesuvan, Rand al’Thor, Volfenhag, Temo, Zuron, Rennoc, Hanktimus, Scooby Doo, GreatKing, Necromancer, Akroma, Hips. You marched when the road was made of bones. You paid in blood that others might have a map. You stood between the world and the edge.

I am the keeper of debts. A book left open invites a liar. So I closed it. I called in all accounts at once and wrote the sum in red. The Red Accounting crossed river and ridge. It swallowed Chaos. It took me also, for I do not write a price I will not pay.

Do not grieve the silence that follows. It is not the end. The land will breathe again. Fields will wake. Forges will find their rhythm. Strange relics will sleep in ruins and riverbeds, fingerprints of gods who passed quickly through. The Academy will keep its ledgers. Gnomes will laugh where halfling shires are only stories. The Undead will linger where memory runs deep. Life will step back into its place and begin a New Age with a clean page.

Remember what earned this dawn. Keep oaths. Weigh costs. Pay what you owe and expect the same. Build together when the sea comes from Syth again. Trust the quiet light more than the clever coin. When you tell this story, tell it straight. Chaos was stopped because mortals chose a single banner and did the work.

If you seek me in the years that come, listen in the moment before a verdict. Feel the weight when a promise is kept. I will not answer with thunder. I will be the balance on the scale.

Live well, regents. Write the next chapters with steady hands.

Nemesis
God of Revenge