Tarnum - Story - Continuation in Heroes IV

Continuation in Heroes IV

Tarnum's story was continued (and most likely concluded) in the Might campaign of Heroes IV wherein he continues watching over his foster son, Waerjak, who aspires to unite his scattered people and become the new Barbarian King. The campaign makes reference to some of Tarnum's past adventures, and Tarnum is actually slain by a rogue warlord named Vogel BackBreaker. He does not return to Axeoth immediately, as he enters Paradise to be judged by the Ancestors for the second and final time.

In the midst of his mentor and foster father's apparent death, Waerjak continues to unite the tribes into one community, following Tarnum's advice. Eventually, he reaches Vogel's lair and slays the warlord in revenge. Waerjak then realises that Vogel's death will not bring Tarnum back - until Tarnum emerges from the depths of the cavern. He finally reveals his immortality and the nature of his return to the stunned Waerjak, proceeding to tell his foster son the 'Chronicles' of his long life. It turns out that the Ancestors had decided to allow him to enter Paradise at last, but Tarnum refused their offer, preferring to remain as a protector of the mortals he had lived among for so long. With the fall of 3DO and Ubisoft's scrapping of the history of the old games, it appears that this is at last the conclusion of the Heroes Chronicles.

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