And so ends the War of the Purifiers
The people of the Nars rejoice with news that the Black General lay defeated, and his fortress lay in ruin. Led by a unlikely source, a turncoat Purifier Banite, a crack team of heroic adventurers assaulted the fortress head on. With his most fanatical remnants remaining to protect him, the adventurers fought through blood sweat and tears to reach his inner sanctum, face to face with the mad Black General.
Somehow or another the fight managed to end up back in Peltarch, crashing through the roof of the theater, and finally ending with the Black General's defeat on stage... poetic some would say. Peltarch declared the threat of the Purifiers over, and though there is linger fear that his twisted rhetoric may once again be seen in Narfell, if not under Kossuth, then under some other banner, it is overwhelmed by the sense of relief within the community.
To those in the south, in the farming community of Norwick, more relief came in the form of Banites (no really, let me finish) approaching the wall and handing over their Banite gear. With Salin's words, several individuals under the Purifier turncoats command have come to live a comfortable life in Norwick's community. Though there is a small sense of unease around them, the community has been quick to accept them.
But was it really Kossuth empowering the Black General? Historians may argue, as many in the taverns now do, but the Black General's secrets now lay with him and there may never be true closure. The same goes for the mysterious masked mans identity. Is he the real Black General of legend? Or is he a mere copycat... the world will never truly know.
Now is a time for healing. The war is over... and there surely can't be another on the horizon.
.... Right?
