Epilogue: The White Dragon

Five Minutes After the Ascendance of the World Dragon

As I soared over the dark ocean I looked back at the rapidly shrinking library. It was done. The six were dead, the World Dragon had taken its place among the heavens, and best of all I was still alive. The only thing that I was truly angry about was that little omelette obsessed Aarakocra. What kind of maniac uses a frying pan as a weapon? I would have to deal with that eventually. First though, I needed to rebuild my circle of worshippers. This time it needed to be more than just a cult following. If I was going to draw power from my worshippers then I would need thousands. The Kobolds of course would be easy to draw to my cause, but they would not be enough. The Loxodons were perfect for my plan. Shooga was dead, and the Loxodons were going to need a new god. I, Raxtusar, would draw them to my cause and I would become the only god of the north.

Three Years Later…

I had finally managed to convert the majority of the Loxodon population to my worship. I was more powerful than ever before. Not even the Dragonborn would attack me now. From my perch, I could see the Kobold priests of my temple performing a ritual of dedication. For the first time in 300 years, I felt fulfilled.