jamesfirecat wrote:
When Darkov is getting on in years even with his decreased aging and enhanced physique, I can very much see him trying to seriously upend the table before he goes down beneath the reaper's scythe so that at least he can die like a soldier in battle rather than a coward in bed.
He probably won't do it through elf genocide though, he'll probably do it via finally realizing (or paying attention when someone tries to tell him) what an important resource Falkovnian grain is, and accepting the payment from the nations of the Four Towers, then not delivering any grain to them and daring them to come and take it.
At that point it becomes an issue of just how much does Darkon/Azalin hate Vlad. Because if Darkon decides to join up with the treaty of the Four Towers, they will crush Falkovnia in a vice, and if the War Against Azalin is accurate then Azalin can control the dead of Darkon even in other nations (IE can raise undead and walk them across the border into Falkovnia to fight, they don't have to be a purely defensive force) which combined with fearless troops from Dominic, superhuman troops from Jacqueline and some of the worlds best assassins from Ivana, could set the stage for taking apart Drakov's armies in any open field battle.
Put that way, it looks like it could be a cool end for Drakov. Especially if I was feeling somewhat sympathetic (don't know if that's the right word) with him and wanted to give him an action sequence for the finale.
Thematically I'd probably go with something along the lines of what I mentioned in an earlier post, lacking anything else at the moment.
Seeing his realm in ruins, with military order turned to complete chaos and peasants revolting in a final explosion of pent-up anger, the warlord is left standing alone, seething at the sight before him: piles and piles of grain. Even at that moment he fails to recognize the value in it, that it could have been the means to the expansion of his realm. It could have been the throne in which he sat. And even as the 10th, 20th, and 30th dagger blades pierce his flesh with a very familiar (and oddly comforting) sound; it doesn't dawn on him. He falls into a pool of him own blood, and the peasants swarm past him and continue demolishing building after building.
The old man, his glaring eyes still locked on the grain, expires. Another piece of trash in the city streets.
And depending on my level of fantasy at the time:
Cut scene.
Peasants are cheering each other and enjoying the festivities of Freedom. Nobody is concerned with tomorrow, and there's not a soldier in sight. Laughter and song fills the night.
Cut scene.
Rough hands grab the former king of Falkovnia and very steadily begins to drag it from the filthy street and into a lightless alley.
Black.
Bright lights. The humming and crackle of electricity. A snap of gloves and some murmuring.
Black.
Peering eyes, one milky-white and without a pupil, framed by bushy eyebrows and topped with a hairless scalp. More murmuring.
Black.
A monstrous shriek, a mixture of pain and pure rage, drowns out the world.
The odd-looking man smiles.
"Willkommen zu hause, ihre Durchlaucht."
Black.
Cue music for credits:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro5WFnQGvcU
Sorry, I couldn't resist. haha
"A very piteous thing it was to see such a quantity of dead bodies, and such an outpouring of blood - that is, if they had not been enemies of the Christian faith."
- Jean Pierre Sarrasin, "The Memoirs of the Lord of Joinville"