Epilogue

Epilogue

To the west of Tide’s Reach, in what was normally a quiet little town that no one cared overly much about, a story was spreading. As so many such stories begin, this tale started with a wandering cultivator. In some tellings, this cultivator was a figure of legendary size, driving other men to their knees with the implacable strength of his arms. In other versions, the cultivator was a youth so handsome that he stole the heart of every woman he met. Yet, he was also of such profound virtue that he did not take advantage of even one. Still others claimed that his very eyes were touched by the gods, and the wicked would weep blood when they faced his baleful gaze.This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.

So, the story spread from caravan driver to city guard, from city guard to winehouse attendant, from winehouse attendant to noble servant, and finally, into the ears of the very cream of society itself. Most scoffed at this tale of divine retribution, saying it was nothing but a wandering cultivator’s vengeance. Yet, a few, the young, the imaginative, the hopeful, seized on this tale of a blue-clad servant of the heavens. And so, a new hero was born, softly, quietly, in the hearts and minds of the people. A cultivator with the mandate of the heavens, who would come when the corrupt had gone too far. A man with no known name or family, only a whispered title. Judgment’s Gale.