jabletown:

vengefulkyle:

Do love the idea of Scanlan and Keyleth needing to be a two-person army 400 years after the end of the story to combat some threat. Scanlan with his salt and pepper hair, Keyleth looking nearly the same, and their friends are all gone. S’kind of kind an war-buddy reunion; both will probably be among the most powerful beings on the planet, even if they feel incomplete. 

After the battle, after people disperse to their own mourning, Keyleth stands alone to breathe for a second. In 400 years she’s seen the rise of 20 or so generations of new Heroes. And except for a few like her– long-lived, hardy, and lucky… or cursed–their inevitable fall as well. Being the remaining one is what she does now. 

A young druid fell not twenty feet from her a few minutes earlier. He was twenty-some years old. Younger than Vax had been. 

There’s a long moment where she thinks about resurrecting the boy, but in the end, she grows flowers around him and lets the earth take him. 

People in the encampment around her are bringing out food and ale and laughing too hard because they’re fortunate to be laughing. It’s the desperate happiness she’s seen countless times before. She leaves them to their celebrations because she’s not desperate or particularly happy.

Keyleth finds her way to the little old man singing under the window of the infirmary, where she expected him to be. 

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