Champion's End is the eleventh story step of Champions, Chapter 4: Judgment, the fifth episode of The Icebrood Saga.
- Assess the fallout.
- Return to the battlefield.
- Look for survivors.
- Help Braham.
- Confront Ryland.
- Defeat Ryland
- Regroup with your friends.
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- Elder Dragons
- Upon entering the instance
- <Character name>: Anyone on comms? Anyone seen Braham?
- Rytlock: (static)
- Rytlock: (grunt) Haven't found Ryland yet either.
- Rytlock: If this was the dragons contained...
- <Character name>: Braham! There he is!
- Braham: I'm— whoa... How am I not dead...?
- <Character name>: You did it, Braham.
- Braham: How many did we lose?
- <Character name>: A lot less than we would have if you hadn't done what you did.
- Braham: I'm good, Commander. I know I did what I had to do. Just need a second to remember... myself.
- <Character name>: Are the Spirits of the Wild still with you?
- Braham: They kept me from falling off the edge. Wasn't easy. They're gonna need time to recover.
- <Character name>: You need time, Braham. To rest. To heal.
- Braham: You are the biggest hypocrite I've ever met, Commander.
- Rytlock: Ryland, give it up—
- Crecia: Settle down! It's over!
- <Character name>: Stay with him. I'll go help Rytlock.
- On approaching the charr
- Crecia Stoneglow: It's time to face the legions' justice, Ryland.
- Rytlock Brimstone: You look like Skritt, cub. Jormag did a number on you. You're beat.
- Ryland Steelcatcher: Primordus's champion is lying in the dirt. You don't have a chance.
- At Ryland 70% health
- Crecia Stoneglow: Jormag, Bangar— you were just a tool. Can't you see? They made—
- Ryland: No one made me! I made myself. And I will never be unmade!
- Crecia Stoneglow: If Cinder saw you now, she'd gut you. Your warband sacrificed themselves for this?
- At Ryland 40% health
- Rytlock Brimstone: You're destroying yourself— cub, you can still come back.
- Ryland: My sire speaks! Like I'd take the advice of a shortsighted burnout who never had the steel to be imperator.
- Ryland: Or a dam who's content to live and die as nothing more than Bangar's shadow.
- Ryland: You're nothing to me! Less than nothing!
- At Ryland 10% health
- Crecia Stoneglow: Enough. Sit down and shut up.
- Crecia Stoneglow: You had everything. Pedigree. Talent. Limitless potential—
- Ryland: You never understood—
- Crecia Stoneglow: You're right, I don't. I was never some golden cub— nobody gave me anything. I had to EARN it!
- Ryland: You're just jealous—
- Crecia Stoneglow: I'm ashamed. Ashamed I bore you. Better to have bled you out and spared the world.
- Ryland: (yells)
- Crecia Stoneglow: (gasps)
- Rytlock Brimstone: (growls)
- Rytlock Brimstone: I'm sorry...I'm sorry...
- Rytlock Brimstone: Nothing left to prove.
- End Cutsence
- Braham: He gave Ryland every chance to do the right thing.
- <Character name>: Sometimes there is no right thing. Let's give them time.
- Approaching your friends
- Aurene: I tried to contain the desolation. But I could not stop it.
- <Character name>: None of us could.
- <Character name>: Crecia and Rytlock saved the best future for the charr today. The legions will remember that.
- Braham: All that power... Two dragons— how are you feeling?
- Aurene: I felt such a rush of wild magic, but then some of it seemed to just... flow through me. There's still much I don't know.
- Gorrik: Wait. You're saying some of it's... missing?
- Taimi: We have research to do.
- Gorrik: We have research to do.
- Optionally talking to Braham
- Braham: The past few days are a blur. If not for the Spirits— and you— I'd be another body on the battlefield.
- You don't remember anything?
- Braham: Just glimpses. The Spirits did all they could to shield me from being completely overtaken by Primordus. But what I remember— the things I did— I don't think I can ever forgive myself. No one should.
- I can't speak for others, but...it was inevitable. There was no other way.
- The prophecy—
- Braham: Prophecies have a way of being right and wrong at the same damn time. I guess it's how you interpret them. I don't know. Either way, this "norn of prophecy" ain't gonna waste his second chance.
- I'm just glad you're back. (Ends conversation)
- Can I get a "KA-BRAHAM"?
- Braham: I may be exhausted and in a state of perpetual self-loathing right now, but that doesn't mean I can't muster up the energy to knock you on your ass, Commander. (pained laugh) Ow.
- Sounds like someone needs to rest. We'll talk later.
- You fulfilled the prophecy and came out alive. Rest up.
- Optionally talking to Warmaster Jhavi Jorasdottir
- Warmaster Jhavi Jorasdottir: Well, so much for Jormag. And Primordus.
- What now?
- Warmaster Jhavi Jorasdottir: For me? Picking up the pieces. Almorra's loss hit everyone hard. The Vigil is still figuring things out. Everyone's still reeling in shock. Including me.
- I feel your pain. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help.
- How are you holding up?
- Warmaster Jhavi Jorasdottir: I'm holding it together, barely. Almorra left some big shoes to fill. Whether this is permanent or just for now, I don't really know. Work needs to get done, and right now I'm doing it. But I'm tired.
- I'm here for you, even just to listen.
- I'd call that a victory.
- Optionally talking to Gorrik
- Gorrik: Commander, these magic readings are spiking into the red zone. Our equipment can barely handle it!
- Gorrik: And...it can't be good. Whenever an Elder Dragon dies, the magic released wreaks havoc on the natural order. And we just caused two to die at once. This requires more analysis with Taimi.
- Have fun, you two.
- I'll expect pie charts and graphs in my mail.
- Optionally talking to Taimi
- Taimi: This event is unprecedented. Never in my life did I expect this to happen, much less be a part of it. I have to document everything!
- Glad to see at least someone is enthused.
- Taimi: How could I not be? Commander, our friends didn't give their lives for nothing. They brought us one step closer to fixing things. I have to be optimistic about that. Otherwise I'd cry.
- Keeping it together is hard sometimes. I know what you mean.
- You doing okay?
- Taimi: Are any of us? Look at...Rytlock over there. Crecia, Jhavi. We've all been through a lot, but especially them. Their pain isn't going away anytime soon. I'll...be fine. I'm just a little tired is all.
- I'll be here for you when you need me.
- How are things with Gorrik?
- Taimi: Amazing! I'm already formulating a schedule for our research. I anticipate we'll be spending a lot of time in the lab together. Working. On things.
- Thanks for everything, Taimi. We'll catch up later.
- Optionally talking to Aurene
- Aurene: I didn't want to intervene, but I had to. The balance needed a push.
- We did it.
- Aurene: This battle is done, Champion, but our work isn't finished. Two Elder Dragons dying at once... I'm afraid Tyria will be deeply affected in the coming days. Brace yourself and be ready to act.
- I'll be ready.
- About Ryland...
- Aurene: It had to be done. But that won't ease Rytlock's pain, or Crecia's. They're both grieving, but his suffering is wrapped in a lifetime of complication. My intervention... led to this outcome.
- Ryland made his own choices. This isn't your fault.
- All that magic from Primordus and Jormag—
- Aurene: Out in the wild. I know. I braced myself to absorb it all, but most of it went elsewhere. I didn't expect that. Foresight is... unpredictable. I wish I'd known this ahead of time. Now, we wait.
- Waiting is the hardest part.
- You did what you had to.
After the dust settled, it was clear that the dragons were gone. They'd collided in a huge spectacle of light and magic, leveling anything in range. We set out to find Braham, expecting to find his corpse but instead finding him very much alive underneath a pile of rubble. He was hurt—badly—but still breathing. I was ready to extract him to safety when Rytlock found Ryland at the far end of the valley. I made sure Braham was safe and then headed over to the commotion.
Ryland, angry from his loss and realizing that his ascent to greatness had ended in a fiery crash, had some harsh words for his parents. He refused to concede, and he let out all his pent-up anger with venomous rage. We tried to get him to surrender. When that didn't work, we tried to beat him into submission. We wanted to save what little was left of him, but he couldn't be saved. He lunged at Crecia, knife in hand, ready to end her life. Rytlock sprang into action, plunging Sohothin deep into his son's chest. He died almost instantly.
His father laid him on the hard ground, muttering to his son that it was over. My heart ached for them, but no other outcome was possible.
The rest of us let them grieve. Primordus and Jormag were both gone, and at least for now the magical imbalance was stabilizing. We'd figured that Aurene had absorbed their magic, but we were wrong. The shock wave radiated outward, coursing through ley lines and permeating the air. But it didn't strike the Eye or the prismatic dragon. It went elsewhere, but to where?
— My story