Turns out killing a good has ramifications for the followers. I know I was surprised myself well not really that surprised but you know I'm just trying to be polite to people who have long since died... MOVING ON! So in the white ladies power explosion from my body her army of flesh creatures and former vengeance victims disintegrated (more like exploded in bloody eruptions, but all the same they went away). The change in the people was immediate, they were jubilant that they personally had stood their ground or whatever lies they told themselves. Of course within a month they were back to their blood thirsty calling on the lady and her refusal to answer their prayers invoked another bloody period of time for the people of the east, but I was not around for this time just read about it in Ruk's letters.
Ruk and Jules got married and continued to live on the farm despite its bloody history for Ruk (Jules also forgave that whole thinking she was his undead mother coming back for revenge). They raised eight kids! Their great grandchildren currently run the farm to this day, they were even able to replant the field I destroyed. Ruk sent me letters every other month (regular trade once again opened up with the lands of the east once the white lady died and the storm that had magically kept the lands apart dissipitated), his kids did the same, as did their children, though they do mention how odd it is to send someone letter and recieve letters from someone who is so vastly old (I didn't tell them I was a necromancer, just some kind of god creature, it was easier that way). Jules passed away first, Ruk shortly thereafter, both had lived long good lives though (well as good as farmers can), so in that their passing was a peaceful one.
The twins actually came with me back to Ronerawth against my wishes (well I fought it for like half a second, the idea of traveling on a boat back alone was a bit hard even for an isolationist jerk like myself). We had adventures of our own that I still have to document in this journal so I will not speak of their fates other than to say they did not suffer for want, or die horribly (see happy endings for everyone!)
I did not see Dezryan or his order again (which was for the best for those slimey murderous jerks). I heard they continued fighting a war against a different kind of flesh creature, but really didn't care enough to investigate it, and he apparently never felt the need to "correct" his mistake. I'm sure word that I killed a god probably didn't exactly make him happy to chase after me. I'm sure he's dead by now, or hopefully will be soon. If I never see another blind warrior I'll live a happy man (for I never intend on dying).
As far as me personally I awoke from my power explosion a few weeks later in a nice bed with Ruk and his group looking on. Jules who had become a proficient seamstress or was one previously had produced some clothes for me out of either modesty or not wanting to see my naked body (either or really). As I said earlier the twins begged me to take them with me and I relented, we chartered the first boat out of the lands of east with some money Ruk's family had saved up (I promised to pay him back and did so when I returned). It was amazing how fast basic services returned after the flesh creature crazyness, but I later found out this wasn't the first time these people had betrayed the god, just the last one (thanks to me, though no one happened to thank me, the stupid jerks).
I was very happy to put my time in the east behind me. It was an awful place full of pricker bushes, slavers, and gods of vengeance. Though I did end up getting the twins as adopted children, and I'll admit I was kind of happier than I let on they wanted to come back with me (having no actual children of my own has always been a sticking point of sadness for me, err I mean screw those little monsters!) Naturally no sooner was I back in Ronerawth than new issues sprang up, but thats just the way these things go. And you know the drill tomorrow blah blah blah!
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