After over two years of adventuring, trying to drum up help, dragging necromancers to Aqua Sulis (Not physically), the deaths of three adventurers, trecking through undead soul sapping mists constantly. Venturing into the Fae realm, having to make deals with blasted vampires, loads of other shit and endless frustration and anger. It. Is. Done.
As of shortly before nightfall on this day the 30th of Shoring. Bladud, the self proclaimed king of Avonia was beaten into the ground and destroyed.
My thanks to all those that have aided me at whatever stage and in whatever way through this personal struggle. To some of you I owe you my eternal thanks.
Jerusalem, Luna. Deckard Your help was invaluable and he and his lieutenants would not have been defeated without you both.
Sir Willaim, Deckard Caine and apprentice Howland your help in fighting him and also in finally putting him down was much needed and will always be appreciated.
To all the others I thank you. If ever i bump into you at a tavern your drink will be on me.
Now I shall spend some time trying to figure out my duties as Champion of the Earl and as a Baronet cos feck knows what those are.