Epilogue - The Escape of a mothers love

As the summer comes to its later part our heroes are starting to get bored and too broke to stay in Wavebreak any longer. Raffian's mother constantly surveilling our heroes stay making it neigh impossible for Hylv to make any real progress in his search for more information about the towns history and learns that there was another town called Wavebreak just a short way in to the jungle, apparently existing several ruins now covered in the thick bushes and vines.

  Thalia finding her self spending more time spending more money rather than stealing, as well as Raffian, though true him being a local have trouble acquiring more money, even when doing some local "work" around town, even running in to other burglars while "on the job", some reoccurring "friendly" people having started some-what of a local Thieves guild disguised as a "Tuirist-atracting-organisation", the first in Wavebreak in generations, making the locals what makes Wavebreak so special that other Luminarians should come and see what it's like there, while spending the time and gold it takes to travel all the way.
Raffian making a small collection of trinkets he manage to steal, as well as a golden pocket-watch.


Zaiphi starting of the building and forming the new chapel dedicated to Norebro and also managing to convert a few poorer locals, who now help out with the building of the temple.

  As the summer draws to a close the party organises a secret farewell-party desguised as a fundraiser and ball for the rich elite of the entire Island with guests from the neighbooring towns on the island as well as their local friends.
making sure that everyone at the party have enought to drink as well as having some entertainment for the night having hired a scetchy ensamble of bards and bought some really strong alchol down at the docks, making the party lively enough for the party the leave without being noticed, being assisted by a servant of Raffian, now traveling with the heroes exploring the world for the first time in his life.

  Thalia and Hylv puking on each other duriing their drunken escape from the town while riding in the back of a wagon under the cover, but acting sober enough to being welcomed aboard the small ship headed to Og Durmer as the sun sets and tomorrow brings a new adventure and hangover for the group.




      Epilogue – The Great Escape from a Mother’s Love There are many horrors in this world. Some lurk in the abyss, whispering madness into the minds of sailors. Some walk among mortals, unseen, unknowable. Some even crawl forth from the nightmares of the damned.


    But none—not a single one—compared to Elisabeth.   For years, she had held Raffian in a gilded cage, ensuring that he remained respectable, responsible, and most of all—under her constant, suffocating care. No adventure, no recklessness, no daring escapades could escape her ever-watchful eye.   Tonight, that would change.   The First Attempt – The Fool’s Hope Hope is a dangerous thing.   They had planned to leave quietly—perhaps with a simple farewell, an explanation wrapped in civility.   How foolish.   Elisabeth had listened with polite grace, her finely gloved fingers tracing the stem of her wine glass as Raffian desperately tried to justify his departure.   Then, with the ease of a seasoned strategist, she struck.   "Leaving so soon?"   The words were soft, measured. But beneath them lay the weight of years of guilt, duty, and maternal disappointment.   “After everything?” she sighed. “After I have done nothing but worry for you?”   Hylv, already tipsy, winced as though struck.   There was no escaping this.   And so, just like that, the first attempt crumbled to dust.   The Second Attempt – The Breakfast Trap If words were powerless, then perhaps stealth would serve them better.   They would vanish into the night, leaving behind only the echo of their absence.   It was the perfect plan.   Or so they thought.   "Breakfast is ready, dears.”   And so, there they sat. Plates of fluffy eggs, freshly toasted bread, and steaming tea before them.   Raffian blinked. Hylv was already devouring bacon before he even realized what had happened.   Somewhere in the night, they had lost again.   The Final Gambit – A Waltz, A Union Leader, and a Wagon of Chaos It was time for desperate measures.   The only way to escape Elisabeth’s clutches was to distract her—completely, utterly, entirely.   They needed a man of presence. A man of respect, confidence, and charm.   A man like Barnabas Blackwater.   Not a pirate—he would punch a man for suggesting such a thing—but a leader. A defender of all who worked the sea with honest hands. A man whose very name commanded the respect of captains, dockhands, and laborers alike.   And tonight? Tonight, he would lend his expertise to one of the greatest acts of misdirection in Ferillian history.   With a practiced air of dignity and self-assured charm, he extended a hand.   "Would you grant me this dance?"   It was not a question—it was an invitation.   Elisabeth’s sharp gaze narrowed. She was no fool. She had heard of Captain Blackwater, the union leader, the champion of working men, the man who had defied the wealthy elite time and time again in the name of fairness.   And yet…   He was a rather distinguished gentleman.   She set down her drink, straightened her posture, and took his hand with the grace of a queen.   The music swelled. Barnabas, ever the professional, led with perfect form, not a step out of place, his every movement deliberate.   It was not a mere dance. It was a performance. A game of wit and precision.   Elisabeth, to her credit, did not make it easy. She was sharp, poised, and perceptive. But even she could not deny the pull of a perfectly executed waltz.   And so, as the dance carried on, as the cocktails flowed, and as Elisabeth’s watchful vigilance momentarily wavered—   The party made their escape.   The Escape – A Wagon Full of Drunks Deep within the manor, Raffian’s loyal servant guided them through hidden corridors, leading them to a waiting wagon prepared for their flight.   There was, however, one complication.   Hylv and Thalia were absolutely, spectacularly drunk.   Hylv moved with the overconfidence of a man who refused to acknowledge his own inebriation.   Thalia, on the other hand, was at war with gravity.   Doors? Impossible. Stairs? Treacherous.   "You alright?" Raffian whispered.   Thalia, smiling with far too much optimism for someone in her state, gave a thumbs-up.   And promptly walked face-first into the wall.   Somehow—somehow—they all made it to the wagon, where the loyal servant cracked the reins and set them speeding into the night.   And then, the inevitable.   Thalia groaned. A deep, ominous sound.   Hylv glanced over, concerned. "You good?"   Thalia was not good.   With all the inevitability of a ship sinking, she lurched forward and vomited onto the wagon floor.   Raffian recoiled in abject horror.   Hylv? Unfazed. He simply patted her back and muttered, "Atta girl."   The Aftermath – A Mother Always Knows As the estate faded into the distance, the party breathed a collective sigh of relief.   They had done it. They had escaped.   But deep down… they knew the truth.   One does not escape Elisabeth.   She allows distance. She permits absence.   But one day—when Raffian least expects it—   She will return.   Somewhere, back at the estate, Elisabeth sipped the last of her cocktail, adjusted the hem of her gown, and smiled knowingly.   For no force in this world is greater than a mother’s love.


  It was actually Hylv that was the most drunk and found him self getting a close look at the floor for being so drunk. though Thalia was the one who started to puke, Thalia was the one not being able to stomach her drink after being violated, while Raffian and Zaiphi moved with the grace of cats away from the two projectiling allies. Hylv later used his magic to clean them all up, being thankful for his magical abilities, probably being the only reason why the two where even let onboard to the waiting ship to Og Durmer.