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Neutral (and canon) ending: Despite losing it's western territory, Sminishija makes up it's losses from conquering Kurikian lands of Smin ethnicity. Today East Sminishija is a fairly developed country with a direct democratic system.

Good ending: Sminishija is completely reunified and owns everything that they think is theirs. They have also become what they always wanted to be, the shining beacon of Yastrean liberty and socialist solidarity.

Bad ending: Chaos reigns, the 1920's revolution fails, and the country is forever divided upon ethnicity, religion and power.

Kampfian ending: Sminishija is never transferred to Ostaria, and is thus fully assimilated to Kampfian culture, regardless of ethnicity.

Ostarian ending: Sminishija never gains independence. However, they are granted greater autonomy and thus their culture survives. Sminishija is further united under a multi-party constitutional duchy.

Trostukai faith ending: It is unknown if the country has fallen to Kampfians or not in the 16th century, but today they have a Kriosaivak religion as majority.

Halal ending: Probanii Islam in Sminishija is never eradicated, and thus proceed to launch a religious revolution against the oppressive secular Socialist government, overthrowing them and establishing the Islamic Republic of Rijekia. Artillery is the most used weapon.

But while Iaoth’s power is great, and blinding, it is not inexhaustible – and where the raindrop fails, the flood may yet succeed.

So it went. The demon lords gathered their armies, every servant and ally they had, and by sheer numbers they beat Iaoth down. She fell unconscious, as a mortal might after a hard blow to the head, and for a time her children were effectively alone. This is a story from that time -- of a village called Allye, and how its people survived against the worst of all demons: the razvra.

Allye was safe from every form of demon they knew. They had erected sturdy walls around their village when the cataclysm began, and with regular repairs those walls kept out even the reapers. But the razvra were not stopped by walls; they spread as a contagion in the soil, invisible, creeping under and around all barriers. The villagers’ crops took in this contagion through their roots, and showed no sign, so entire families cooked and swallowed poison without knowing what they did. The poison worked slowly, warping the minds of its victims bit by bit; it led them down the road to madness, but each step along the way was small enough to go unnoticed. So they spiralled down, and down, until their madness reached its final stage: the stage at which all those afflicted developed an overwhelming hunger for human flesh. But this was not what it seemed --

Overnight, the spring became more than water and protection. It became the gift of Sight -- a Sight humans were never meant to have, but one that saved them nonetheless. At first, they thought they had succumbed to disease in much the same way as their peers; they saw things which were not there, screams echoed in their heads when no voice had been raised, and their eyes began to pour thick streams of blood. For days they lived in agony.

On the dawn of the fifth day, the people around the spring woke up to find themselves no longer bleeding and delusional. In fact, far from seeing what was not there, suddenly they could see what was. They looked at their afflicted friends and saw the razvra’s influence hiding beneath the skin; they looked to Anauel’s spring and saw a strange white light, a light reflected in their own veins and, faintly, in the veins of those who had succumbed to the razvra’s poison. Further, they looked throughout the forest, and they found the light in a variety of plants -- all growing around water sources and stone trees, where the razvra had not been able to fully overtake the soil. They gathered up as many of these plants as they could, and mixed them with the waters of the spring; the resulting potion shone bright, painfully bright in their newly adjusted eyes. Seeing this, they drank it down and fed it also to their afflicted counterparts . . . and, throughout the coming weeks, they watched the razvra’s essence burn away. Their friends and family returned to them scarred, but no longer controlled -- and there was no doubt that the madness had gone, for they could see its absence.

Together, the people of Allye brewed enough purification draught to cleanse their homes and fields. They lived through the rest of the cataclysm in this manner, driving out the influence of the razvra time and time again.

When Iaoth woke again, and drove the demons once more out of her domain, the gift of Sight became unnecessary. Still it remains in the descendants of the village of Allye.