[hr][hr][center][h1][b][color=6ecff6][i]It's The Final Update[/i][/color][/b][/h1][/center][hr]	
	Finally the last living person was out of the tower and it wasn't a moment too soon. In fact hadn't the healer slid out of the building as if she was steeling home base she might have needed a necromancer of her own. Hundreds of tons of stone was now piled up on the ground and the dust cloud that kicked up from it collapsing on itself would billow up and around the little hamlet for weeks to come. 

	The necromancer was dead, this meant that there would be no more undead roaming the area. This was a good thing. Why he had been there in the first place though, that question was still unanswered. Why had he been there? Why had he kept that one person alive? Why cause the strife between the humans and the orcs? What was his name? Who was he? How was he able to bring so many back to life so quickly? How could he control them over such large distances? So many questions left unanswered. 

	Yet that was how it was sometimes. Some questions just were never answered. The main thing was making the town safe again, stopping the conflict between the orcs and the humans. That was done. They could rebuild now that they didn't have to worry about a necromancer. It was only one worry in hard times off the table but it was a large one. It was the most important. At least that is what the gypsy told herself. She knew much of the time the bigger picture was more important and that a single necromancer dying didn't mean that was the biggest piece to this puzzle. 

	Clearing the tower away would takes weeks, if not months. Would it ever be fully cleared away or would it just be left there? Picking from the rubble as stone was needed or more likely than not, left and avoided. Fear of cursed and tainted places could last for generations to come and even then perhaps that wouldn't dwindle. Who knew what facts would be turned into myths over the years. And what facts did they really have? Not much. 

	That didn't matter to the town though, not right then. They were happy once they found out what was going on. They didn't have much because of the constant war between the orcs but as the dust settled, metaphorically speaking, certain rewards were found. Not only from the village but from the Orcs as well. The Orcs had more treasure wise than the town could ever have. Generations on generations of warring tribes taking everything they could added up. Much of it they never used or wanted even, they just hoarded it and kept it deep within their caves. 

	How long each member of the group remains in the town is up to you. They all stay a minimal of two weeks before setting out. One must get paid. Payment comes two weeks after the tower falls. It takes that much time to inform the town and the orcs what happened, what they know, and to gather rewards for the work they did. 

	Patching up, getting equipment mended or honed, and the like is also needed. So downtime was a must before leaving. Does the group stay together or not? Who knows. That would be another story. Ours has drawn to an end and what an adventure it has been. 

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