Night fell on Kan Nea as Jannarin sat looking about the Fuzzy Dragon Inn.  Pictures hang upon the walls of her life, her love and her work.  She looked to each picture in the room, stopping for a moment at the picture, which hung near the window.  A man dressed in black with a depressed grumbling look upon his face he had been the first to go.  She moved standing up to look at a picture that rested behind the bar.  It was Ami and Allyssa.  But they now both lost in memories.  Another picture of Ami there with her family hung upon the wall.  The pain of Ami’s death brought about Fury and the two children, now gone, being too hard for them to bear.  A portrait of Teirnanlass hung high over on the far wall, another good friend now lost.  The wedding picture of her and her husband, Rahl, brought tears to flood within her eyes.  “All is lost,” she thought.  The Rahl family portrait hung over the mantle.  Her daughter, Nicholette, was lost, and was never to be found.  A picture of Tarenalass and Donovan Bane hung near the family portrait, and she smiled for her cousin, though her eyes drifted back to the picture by the window.  “I left him in time of need, leaving him alone and now I rest alone.”  Jannarin closed her eyes and sipped some of her elven elderberry red wine.  Without another thought she began to chant to the words of the “calling”.  “Itulara imfermena togahst paren mir.  Itulara imfermena togahst paren mir.  Itulara imfermena togahst paren mir.”  Moments passed before a portal opened before Jannarin. Looking back only briefly, she spoke quietly, “‘Tis time.” And she then stepped into the portal.

    As Jannarin stepped through, the earth ground, groaned and grumbled.  Jannarin faded within the portal, and as she did, the earth shook fiercely.  It then began to swell, growing high around the borders of Kan Nea.  A massive volcanic eruption devoured the life of Kan Nea within its lavatic breath. Within a matter of hours, nothing of Kan Nea remained.