The thing I've found over my hundreds of years of existence is that no matter what happens things move on without you. No one is super important in the grand scheme of anything. It seems entirely defeatist to admit, even as someone like myself who directly influencd all kinds of horrible things sometimes accidentally, sometimes on purpose. But I know even without me pushing something, or kicking something over, this kind of thing would have resolved itself eventually. Sure thousands more may have died, but hey lets not pretend thousands don't die because they didn't have proper sanitation or something (I heard about a city like that up north, they claimed it was some poison, I'm betting it was just bad sewers).
All of this to say of course that the lands of the Guard (they need a country name so far thats not happened, or if it has I have not heard it, but then again the Red Hand didn't have a name either, lazy bastards) moved on past the war and things got into routine. Well to an extent, the lands were broken horribly, the railway lines while getting reparied were subject to bandits and monster attacks (seriously the railways had to hire on mercenaries specifically to counter act both groups and they are STILL LOSING TRAINS!). And of course I was still in the area causing trouble, well in this case yelling at builders for shoddy worksmanship and being a nuisance.
It would be a few weeks before my shop opened, but of course that was just the first of several problems that immediately propped up. Including that annoying Captain Therod, who's nick name was "The Red" and it wasn't just because her sword was red, well it was because it was, but it was more that the sword was red with blood. Ok ok look I'll get more into this tommorrow, naturally, thats my thing.
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