Aftermath

" Now the world is overrun with monsters and demons, because every snot-nosed fool with blood chalk thinks he is a master at scribing runes." said Rashid.

 "Mere apprentices bind undead reavers and worse; guess what happens, the damn idiot loses control and forfeits his soul. To an undead reaver of all things." 

He looks up from the fire, glaring out across the silent wastes.
Black sands billowing across the vast grey waste as the wind stirs.

 "Necromancers own giant swabs of land,  they use it to harvest human souls, to power their rituals. Trying to bind  greater and more powerful demons to serve them," continued Rashid. 

"At some stage the fool cannot complete the binding or it fails and the demon gains the sweet soul of a gifted human."

  The shadow-cowled figure moved, turning towards them, the intensity of his eyes burned with the memories of ancient times. The rumbling of his bitter laughter echo across the waste. 

 "Yes, the human soul has always been the most powerful source of magic, why do you think the gods warred amongst themselves?" asked the shadow wrapped figure.

"We destroyed continents and realms to hold the frail beauty of the human soul" he said. 

"Now demons claim more and more through foolishness."

  The shattered piles of stone, stacked haphazardly, reflected the soft words. A quite sigh of the wind carries the dying echo out among the desicated trees. 

The three travellers sat in quite contemplation for a while, each trying to come to grips with what they have just been told. Rashid stares into the fire, willing the feeble flames higher and brighter.

  "At least the first gate is sealed, no more unsuspecting peasants running into schreechers," Rathe said, as the feeble light cast ragged shadows across his scarred face.

 Idly scratching one eyebrow Rashid looks across to his companion. 

"Do you honestly think that one closed gate will make such a difference in the long run?"asked Rashid.

 "Think about it, we just lost a full battalion of elite fighters from Gromme, our mages are sucked dry to the point where most of them will need to be sealed less their warding fail," said Rashid. 

"How is that any better than before?"

"You depressing, soulless freak," growled the god from the shadows, "If it wasn't for your kind we would not be in this  forsaken mess anyway."

"My kind," asked Rashid, "Lets just get the facts straight you bastard. The only reason my kind exist is because you gods left pieces of your brethren scattered across the universe. Your wars have changed the fundamental structure of the universe, gifting us freaks with the ability to wield power," said Rashid looking across at the godling, "the gods created a world where they are no longer necessary, you have become obsolete."