"Pirates Forest" Epilogue

More than five years have passed since the Hilldawn genocide. The city militia had been investigating the mysterious situation for a long time, but the case fell on the walls every time.

Nobody knew what happened in this small village... at least no one alive. Thanks to the quick actions of the authorities and the help of the people of Groovpill, the battlefield was quickly cleared.

Half of the bodies were buried in a mass grave. It was hard to tell the person apart from the fire. Most of the destroyed buildings from the square were slowly rebuilt. After a terrible memory, only the mill, bakery and ruins of the Larton family house remained. One can say that old scars do not heal, such a scar for Hilldawn were the Lartons, a family full of differences and mistakes. The mysterious blood of siblings found in an empty clearing in the middle of the forest turned out to be the biggest secret. Unfortunately... nothing but blood was found in that clearing.

In front of the family home of the brothers stood three strangers who were closely watching the burned shanty. Each of them wore a long black gown, which made it hard to recognize any special signs of these uninvited guests.

'Here you are... Lartons! Ghee!', a mysterious stranger had spoken. One of them was a guy with good posture and stout build. It was hard to tell him as if he was choking on something all the time.

'Are they lying here? Macabre...', said another stranger with an angelic voice. The other was a slender woman whose red strands of hair came out into the light of day from under a black hood. By the very accent, one could deduce that it is a French woman.

'At least we don't have to do the dirty work! Ghkehehehe! The fire made us a favour!', the huge man said again, with his unnatural voice, resembling a drowning person.

'It wasn't through the fire... their death was caused by other forces, ancient magic!', the third in the group was a thin man dressed in a full black suit, his face was hidden under a big cylinder. He had a long cane in his hand that served him to keep his balance.

'Ye ... like yer tricks, Sulobaid.', said once again the muscular man, revealing his hands, of which skin was kinda blueish.

'For the love of "whatever you believe in" Santiago, there's a difference in ancient Druid's magic and unseen arts of Sulobaid... moi la merde!', the French woman argued with the strongman.

'Let's find their bodies... can't wait to finally meet "The Envy".', the slender-postured man gestured to go inside old Larton's residence.

More than many years have passed since Hilldawn got back on its feet again. Rebuilding cost a lot of effort and blood to make the old beauty of the village shine again. The question is... for how long? Has history not come full circle, and what will happen to Grisha and Zack? It is difficult to predict something unpredictable, available in every scheme must work to determine which will be conditioned sent events.

There is one thing... the kit is still missing its actors of the apocalypse.

The epilogue of "Pirates Forest"