The skies above the Seat of Chaos darken, tendrils of cerulean light dancing across the firmament.
Spiralling towards the south, they trail a panoply of glittering stars behind them, flickering with myriad colours.
Images flash through your mind, ephemeral and ethereal as they trace visions of deep translucent pools, a grand rectangular chamber continually shifting and glistening with an unctuous substance, bubbling lakes of fire, and an advancing hooded figure.
Silently beckoning to you with a bejewelled finger, the figure chuckles darkly within your mind.
You watch as the air north of New Thera bursts asunder, opening into a gaping black void that begins to issue forth an eerie blue light. As twisted stone solidifies into a humming archway, you hear a faint echo within your mind: "The door is open. Our invitation stands."
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant says, "Are all gathered, or must we await the wanderers also?"
*bunch of players talking*
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant says, "Herald, will you fetch the groom? A shove ought to do the trick, I think."
Haldoran stalks in from the down, fiery wings flared.
Haldoran La'Saen hangs from his bonds, but musters enough to raise his head. The groom glances about the chamber, meeting your eyes with his defeated but accusatory stare.
The hounds of Lycantha lift their muzzles to the churning skies and bay in hellish chorus, joyously signalling the capture of the prey and the arrival of the bride with their discordant howls.
The ancient figure of Hecate arrives amid a torrent of green mist.
Tendrils of green mist enshroud the figure of Hecate, coalescing into an eerie penumbra flecked with sickly white hues. Though she commands a height of at least eight feet, she stands hunched in a stoop. Her gargantuan bulk is cloaked in an unusual wedding gown, the garment's black lace and red silk design at once brazen and vivacious, flowing along the crooked contours of her body to fall beside a pair of dazzling slippers decorated with glittering rubies. Gnarled, bony hands clasp a silver bouquet, decorated with the severed head of Daeir Wintermourne amid the dazzling array of diamond drops. A sheer carmine veil covers her head, revealing little of her face beside rheumy eyes and a toothless mouth twisted into a grin with little mirth and ample malice.
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant surreptitiously snaps his fingers and his Thrall scuttles to crouch at the feet of the officiant.
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant says, "Court, minions of Chaos, our allies in Ashtan, and those brave enough to join us here today, allow me to extend the welcome of the Court of Chaos to you all."
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant says, "My apologies, Mother Hecate, you must be eager for this to be over so that you may move onto the enjoyable part."
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant says, "The dead Goddess Selene would no doubt have expanded on how love transcends all barriers, be they cultural, racial, or even planar. But we are not gathered here to witness love this day."
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant exclaims, "This day is a triumph!"
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant says, "This day we shall declare Hecate victorious, and bind her chosen to her side."
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant says, "With this act we assure an exciting future for the progeny of Chaos as the La'Saen line become included into the thrall pool."
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant says, "Mother of Crones, our bride this day. Do you have anything prepared for your groom?"
Hecate, Mother of Crones exclaims, "The cauldron is hot and stoked and our litters will be magnificent!"
Hecate, Mother of Crones lewdly licks her lips, slaver glistening upon her chin.
Hecate, Mother of Crones says, "Give thanks to the Righteous Fire, for without Him our legion would be merely a figment of imagination and the wet dredging of a lonely crone."
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant offers Haldoran a bemused smile but no retort and returns his attention to the hunched figure.
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant says, "Then the time for formality arrives."
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant draws a rusted chain of iron from the folds of his cloak and wraps one end about Hecate's wrinkled wrist.
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant says, "Hecate, Mother of Crones, Womb of Chaos! Do you take Haldoran La'Saen for your own?"
You see Hecate, Mother of Crones shout, "I claim Haldoran La'Saen from Conflagration! What fire he has now is mine!"
You see Hecate, Mother of Crones shout, "Henceforth, Haldoran, the Consort That Is!"
Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant cannot help but chuckle as he extends the chain, resting the corroded links over the trembling atavian's hand.
A bright light begins radiating from the skies above, the very air suddenly imbued with sweltering heat and the unmistakable sense of incandescent, Divine fury.
The firmament ignites, the skies buckling beneath the unbridled fury of the Divine Conflagration and a calescent heat sweeping throughout Creation as He marches to battle upon the Chaos Plane.
The Justice That Is stalks across the twisted landscape, His form completely obscured by the hungering Flame writhing across His body as it lazily coils outward, reducing His surroundings to ashen rubble with each lashing touch.
Shrieks of gibbering, crazed terror abruptly fall silent, chaotic lives cut short in His Righteous passing to leave naught but cinders and smoke in His wake.
A violent trembling overtakes the plane as the Righteous Fire arrives at His destination, observing the scene before Him with the unblinking intensity of His aureate gaze.
The earth shudders beneath your feet, the ground growing hot with the echoed fury of the Lord Deucalion.
Hecate, Mother of Crones barks a harsh crescendo of mocking laughter.
Hecate, Mother of Crones exclaims, "You are too late, Deucalion. Haldoran is mine now!"
Palpatar belches serenely as he watches the unfolding spectacle, tossing minute eggs into his ever hungry maw.
Ignoring the chatter around Him, the Righteous Fire focuses His attention solely on Haldoran La'Saen, his broken form gasping for breath as he trembles before his God.
A single moment of clarity drifts through Haldoran's broken eyes as he raises them from the ground to look full in the face of the Divine Conflagration.
A single whispered rasp escapes the broken form of Haldoran La'Saen. "Please," he begs.
Deucalion's gaze softens ever so slightly. His Flame coils outward, encircling Haldoran's chained form with fiery purpose and leaving you a frozen tableau in this final scene.
Something approaching relief crosses Haldoran's countenance as he closes his eyes for the last time.
Almost gently, the Flame closes in upon Haldoran. His body seems to swell beneath its heat, ravaged form growing tall as it transforms once more into an atavian, his gleaming armour shimmering with reflected firelight as he stands strong once more, whole at last in union with his God. A smile crosses his face as the Flame presses in, reducing him to a fine ash whirling in a brief storm before it, too, is burned away, leaving nothing in its wake.
A snarl of pure, vicious malice tears its way free of Hecate's throat as she wheels to face the Lord Deucalion.
You see Hecate, Mother of Crones shout, "You dare steal my prize from me! He was MINE!"
His face thunderous and eyes burning with a nimbus of coruscating fire, The Justice That Is reaches out to grasp the face of Hecate. His burning Hand blazes into white-hot heat brighter than the sun as she shrieks in unimaginable pain, falling backwards to thrash wildly upon the ground. Leaving the Crone Queen to writhe and weep in ever-burning agony, the Divine Conflagration whirls in a fury of Primordial Flame to face the gathered congregation.
Haldoran La'Saen has been immolated by the cleansing flame of the Righteous Fire.
Pyradius scurries backwards in search of cover, but his retreat is halted by a tendril of Flame. Snapping closed about his leg, the Firelord shrieks as the appendage is severed by the burning lash and collapses to the ground, frantically continuing his retreat from the presence of true Fire with a scuttling crawl.
The snapping and baying of hounds turn to howls of pain as they attempt to flee and are devoured in an instant by a wall of fire, erupting from the earth by the will of the Righteous Fire.
A hound of Lycanthus has been immolated by the Righteous Fire.
You see Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant shout, "You dare strike at my Court?!"
Ignoring the Eldritch Ascendant, the Righteous Fire turns His Divine gaze upon Cadmus, shuffling toward the exit. An intricate net of razor-like Flame snaps closed about the left side of his body, taking his arm and part of his torso in the blink of an eye to scatter burning chunks of the Cursed Shaman across the blasted rock.
Squealing in abject terror, Skyrax, the Skyscourge blinks out of existence, a vague streak of light the only signal of his rapid retreat as he abandons the battlefield.
A blazing fireball roils forth across the congregation, leaving ash and death in its wake as it closes upon Xenophage. With a sneer of contempt transforming into a twisted snarl, he spreads his hands wide, rings gleaming as the flame vanishes into a rift of swirling cerulean light.
Fire churns across the firmament as a roiling fireball explodes from within a swirling cerulean rift, momentarily gaping wide to emit its burning passenger before it winks out of existence.
Chaotic scrambling erupts, The Justice That Is standing with His feet planted in the heart of the tumult. Cable-like ropes of incandescent fire strike out from His form in all directions as the various thralls and members of the court flee the Divine wrath of the Fire God.
Primordial Flame batters against a rising shield of karmic light, enshrouding the form of Arctar as he holds his ground before the unrelenting assault. The web of Fire seems almost to strain before spiralling violently upwards into the skies above as the shield splinters, deflecting the blow.
A roiling wave of sickly green light tears into the incandescent aura of the Divine Conflagration, forcing a single step backwards from the Righteous Fire as a diseased light rakes Him across His midsection. Deucalion snaps His gaze around to confront the Eater of Souls as an expression half-victorious and half-surprised crosses the face of the Chaos Lord.
You see Imperator Glaaki, the Eldritch Ascendant shout, "To me, my Great Lords. Today we end this Justice that meddles."
Twisted auras of karmic light rise once more about the form of the Defender, intensifying to even greater heights than before as they expand outward to cloak the Eldritch Ascendant, Jy'Barrak Dameron, and the Eater of Souls. Flickers of uncertainty cross the face of the Hand, only to be replaced by a grim, worried expression as violet light wreathes his clenched fists.
The Imperator stands without fear, rage twisting his face into a snarling rictus as the violet aura enshrouding him intensifies further and he begins to stride towards the Righteous Fire, his Hand at his right and the Defender upon his left as a shield.
Straightening at the challenge and planting His feet once more, Primordial Flame surges in intensity around Deucalion's form, obscuring His features entirely as it flares into blinding incandescence once more. The air shudders, energy building with pulsing ferocity in each passing moment.