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Beya

I'll be posting what happens tonight, as it happens for those at work.

The deafening sound of a pounding hammer rings out, and sparks flash like lightning through the sky.

As each flash illuminates the heavens, the massive form of Phaestus, the Smith, is reflected upon the firmament, His brow furrowed in concentration as He toils.

[ten minute pause]

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end in response to some unseen threat.

You hear hideous, tormented screaming someplace not too far distant.

The voice of the dragon Soldier of War, Jamethiel Windsong, Kyra's Son thunders, "Your wars make My Father proud - do not fail him - whatever you do." (?)

[five minute pause]

Seeping into the sky, the bloody moon reluctantly rises, surrounded by tear-like stars as darkness descends over the land.

[Excuse me. Someone has turned me into a chicken and I've laid an egg. I shan't ask.]

Clouds part within the sky, and an immense arm of Yggdrasil can be seen stretching to the horizon, illusory yet very real.

Upon that massive branch the ancient figure of Agatheis manifests, His robes billowing in the primordial winds that churn around the World Tree.

The calm, calculating voice of Agatheis, the Elemental Lord, resonates, "Come, Bal'met. Make Yourself known. I grow tired of this charade."

The calm, calculating voice of Agatheis, the Elemental Lord, resonates, "If You are so intent on ending Us, I will be claimed in the time and manner of My choosing."

The air around the World Tree grows noxious and foul as Bal'met appears in a haze of poisonous fumes.

A palpable, seething wrongness creeps through the ether, and Agatheis inclines His head at the looming god.

Bal'met stretches out an arm, rippling and shifting with boundless power, directing tendrils of black vapour to coalesce around Agatheis, and the Elemental Lord's form blurs and distorts.

The earth trembles and heaves.

A sudden, primal gale whips across the planes with wild abandon.

Rich, red-orange fire erupts with a radiance that briefly dispels all shadows.

The thundering crash of the surf breaks loud and clear.

You are gripped by an overwhelming sense of awe as Agatheis summons the raw

elements.

Driving His staff firmly into the World Tree beneath His feet, Agatheis stands tall, His eyes cold with power and fury.

Awash with power, the Elemental Lord extends His arm to ward off the squalid

miasma that encroaches upon Him.

The calm, calculating voice of Agatheis, the Elemental Lord, resonates, "As I

said, I will be claimed in a time and manner of My choosing, Bal'met."

The calm, calculating voice of Agatheis, the Elemental Lord, resonates, "But

that moment is not now."

Deafening roars rumble across the firmament as Agatheis raises His staff,

commanding the elements with supreme authority, then quickly vanishes from

sight.

The calm, calculating voice of Agatheis, the Elemental Lord, resonates, "How

powerful are You, Bal'met, if You so easily allow Your prey to escape?"

Primal and terrible, a bellow of rage shakes the world.

The skies above the Pillars of Heaven grow dark, and an unnatural wind begins

to howl with unrestrained potency.

Spears of black lightning form at the behest of Bal'met, slicing through the

clouds that obscure the mountain peaks and revealing the Garden of the Gods.

Tendrils of oily fire swirl toward the Garden, veins of pulsing power that

twist and whirl about the seat of divine power.

Tendrils of oily fire swirl toward the Garden, veins of pulsing power that

twist and whirl about the seat of divine power.

Your spirits soar as the voice of Vastar, the Skylord rumbles through the sky,

"Is that the best You can do? I've seen worse storms weathered by pigeons!"

High upon the firmament, the tranquil Garden is filled with prismatic light,

and six figures appear: Artemis, Goddess of the Cataclysm; Melantha, Goddess of

the Seasons; Phaestus, the Smith; Pentharian, God of Valour; Ourania, Goddess

of the Moon; and Vastar, the Skylord.

Shoulder to shoulder, the Gods face Bal'met in full battle regalia, Their

weapons ready and features set in grim resolve.

The skies are suffused with golden light as the voice of Pentharian, God of

Valour, resounds, "Picking on a wounded God and His heartbroken lover is one

thing, but can You stand alone against Us, Bal'met?"

Tarkanian

thanks for this!

Beya

Having some problems. Logs will be posted up in a second. The pace has quickened.

Beya

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, Goddess of the Cataclysm,

booms across the firmament, "No, this upstart lacks the courage to face the

Wrath of Nature. He'll run and hide behind his Masters in that abominable red

fog."

The aberrant storm abates as Bal'met gathers His power close, and the ephemeral

ward that surrounds the Garden of the Gods fades away.

A deafening crack of thunder resounds as Artemis hurls a blinding bolt of

lightning, tearing through the heavens to strike Bal'met.

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, Goddess of the Cataclysm,

booms across the firmament, "The Cataclysm does not forget your transgressions

upon Nature and its protectors, vile creature. Relinquish the power that is not

yours to control!"

Bal'met swells with scorn and rapacious hunger, becoming a great spear of

destructive energy that streaks toward the unprotected Garden, resolving as a

billowing cloud before the six Gods.

Hefting His hammer high, Phaestus slams it upon the ground, striking a massive

blow that shakes the very earth.

The Garden of the Gods shudders and quakes, and a complex pattern of runes

flares to life beneath the fluctuating form of Bal'met.

Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties

and turns, ready to begin a new day.

It is now the 20th of Phaestian, 611 years after the fall of the Seleucarian

Empire.

Four spikes erupt from the ground, their polished surfaces etched with gleaming

ancient runes, towering above Bal'met and turning with slow, immutable purpose.

With a cacophonous groan the four pillars grind to a halt, their rune-etched

faces turned inward toward Bal'met, whose vague outline sharpens in their

midst.

Carefully and deliberately the Gods surround the divine trap, and Ourania

trains Her bow upon Bal'met as He whirls about, apparently caught within.

Cascades of quicksilver light sheet across the heavens as the serene voice of

Ourania echoes, "You took My child and slew My siblings. Now You come to Our

home.... it is only right that You should enjoy Our kind of hospitality."

The skies are suffused with golden light as the voice of Pentharian, God of

Valour, resounds, "It seems Your lackey is out of the fight, Sartan. You'll

have to fight Your own battles now!"

Mocking laughter scorches the heavens as the flames of Vengeance radiate

outward from Mhaldor.

A shiver of bloodlust pulses through the realm as the icy voice of Keresis,

Goddess of Vengeance reverberates, "That so-called lackey was able to best six

Gods so far, Pentharian."

Sanguine clouds billow and rise above Baelgrim Fortress, uplifting three

figures who are surrounded by a corona of necromantic power.

Indrani, the Demon Queen thunders, "First You show Wrath with Your callous

slaying of Apollyon. Now You succumb to Pride? Such delightful potential for

Sin, Pentharian."

The voice of the dragon Soldier of War, Jamethiel Windsong, Kyra's Son

thunders, "Silence yourself, Keresis. The only vengeance we'll have is upon

You."

Your spirits soar as the voice of Vastar, the Skylord rumbles through the sky,

"Indrani and Keresis, You err in standing with Sartan. Wisely have you remained

apart from the fray, and You still have the chance to step back."

Beya

A shiver of bloodlust pulses through the realm as the icy voice of Keresis,

Goddess of Vengeance reverberates, "I for one shall not forget My ancient pact

with You, Sartan. Our bonds are stronger than paltry words."

A stream of crackling crimson fire sizzles across the sky.

The voice of Melantha, Goddess of the Seasons, echoes amid the rustle of

leaves, "Reconsider Your choice. You are still Our Sisters, but We will not let

You stand in Our way. Bal'met must be put down like the dog He is!"

Indrani, the Demon Queen thunders, "You are wrong. We stand together. Such a

glorious world We will rule once We have achieved Dominion over all."

As the words of the Demon Queen fade away, two more figures appear in the

Garden of the Gods: Mithraea, luminous Goddess of the Sun.

Beside the Sun stands Tarah, radiant Goddess of Harmony.

Phoebus Mithraea, Ardoris Sidere thunders, "The path You have chosen leads not

where You think, Gods of the West. You charge foolishly toward Your own

undoing."

Lady of Vundamere, Tarah Concordia thunders, "You hunger for reckless carnage

and the slaughter of innocents, siding with an abomination of warped divinity.

We shall not endure it."

A shiver of bloodlust pulses through the realm as the icy voice of Keresis,

Goddess of Vengeance reverberates, "Endure it You shall, for My lash will

render no quick mercies, soft-hearted Goddess."

A challenge is roared across the planes as Aegis, God of War, appears among the

rest of the figures in the Garden. Beside Him stands Pandemonium, God of

Strife, ready to fight at His father's side.

Eldritch fire blooms above the Garden of the Gods, and Babel, God of Oblivion,

steps through a rift in space to join the assembled immortals, an imperious

frown on His face.

The heavens shiver with foul portent as the rumbling voice of Babel resounds,

"You meddle with what Fate has woven, Bal'met. I will not allow You to disrupt

what must be. Oblivion will come, and it will come on My terms, not Yours."

Beya

Snarling in rage, Sartan draws His swords, His dark eyes burning with

bloodlust. To each side, Keresis and Indrani ready Themselves for battle, and

the three vanish in a gust of crimson fog, reappearing a moment later within

the Garden of the Gods.

Battle cries shake heaven and earth as the immortals rush together, meeting in

a clash of supernatural might.

The skies flash as Artemis and Vastar release a volley of lightning bolts

toward Their enemies. Indrani steps before Her allies, turning each bolt away

with swift strokes of Her blades.

A cacophony of howls and shrieks rends the air, and what few clouds remain

above the Pillars of Heaven disperse as a swarm of daemons answers the call of

Sartan, the Malevolent.

Descending upon the Garden of the Gods, the daemons surge forward, and six

fearsome Dreadlords alight from their backs. Following closely behind are a

dozen Dala'myrr, slithering sinuously through the firmament to circle above

Bal'met.

Pressing forward with the Sabre of Dawn held aloft, Mithraea cuts down a swathe

of daemons, leaving a carpet of crimson flesh in Her wake.

Whirling Her sickle about, Melantha sends a blast of verdant energy to sear the

carapace of a Dala'myrr, sending it crashing to the ground.

Striking out with the Lash of Discipline, Keresis lands a well-timed blow upon

Lady Sol, who roars in outrage but continues onward.

Arcs of healing light stream from Tarah's fingertips as She bolsters Mithraea's

strength. Without missing a beat, the Lady of Vundamere raises a radiant shield

around Aegis and Pandemonium, who move together through the horde.

Giving a nod to the God of Strife, Vastar hurls a lightning bolt into a thick

pack of daemons that swarm near the Goddess of Sin. The ground explodes beneath

them, sending them flailing through the air, out of the Garden, to land upon

Sapience with savage screeches of ire.

Caught off guard, the Demon Queen quickly recovers Her footing, whirling about

to face Pandemonium, who has swiftly snuck up behind Her.

Pandemonium, God of Strife thunders, "At last, the reckoning I have waited for

since My birth. Many a time did I dream of this moment."

Beya

Malice gleams in the eyes of the God of Strife as He draws the links of a great

chain through His hands, casually swinging the end, where a massive, spiked

ball exudes a fiery glow.

Pandemonium, God of Strife thunders, "For too long have I been biding My time,

watching You go unpunished for Your theft."

Narrowing Her eyes in contempt, the many-armed Goddess of Sin does not deign to

answer the God of Strife. Instead She brandishes eight flashing scimitars, and

the two begin to circle one other with deadly intent.

The God of Strife lets the head of His massive chain flail fall from its chain

to His feet, then begins to swing it in a slow circle above His head.

Pandemonium, God of Strife thunders, "I will destroy you..."

Indrani cackles with confidence as She swings scimitars in a dizzying display

of scintillating blades. Bearing quickly down upon Pandemonium, she lands the

first strikes of Their deadly match, and the God of Strife howls in pain.

Undaunted by the sting of Indrani's swords, Pandemonium proves himself the Son

of War by dancing out of the cloud of blades and striking at the demon queen

with the heavy, spiked head of His flail, catching the blades in the chain and

abruptly halting Her attack.

With a massive heave, Pandemonium wrenches the flail away, disarming Indrani

completely as Her swords fall from the heavens.

Pandemonium, God of Strife thunders, "As Father taught, and as Mother would

have wished..."

Unleashing a mighty battle cry, the God of Strife whips the flail in a swift

upward arc, then casts out with the spiked ball, driving it into Indrani's

stomach and tearing it away. A blaze of flames erupts in its wake, searing the

Demon Queen from the inside out.

Indrani staggers backward, Her eyes blazing as She clutches at Her side with

three hands. Shaking with fury, She raises a single arm and points toward

Pandemonium.

Indrani, the Demon Queen thunders, "Look at how heavily the Envy of My power

sits upon Your shoulders, foolish child. Feel the weight of Your Avarice."

Pandemonium slows, His eyes growing unfocused as the handle of the flail falls

from His grasp.

Indrani, the Demon Queen thunders, "Even now You surrender to the Wrath You

have embraced in the name of Strife, and I grow more powerful yet."

Pandemonium stares about Himself, swiping weakly at the empty sky as the

Goddess of Sin stalks Her prey like a stealthy panther.

Indrani, the Demon Queen thunders, "See Yourself for the Sinner that You are.

Tremble in terror of the truth, godling!"

Tsara

Did anyone else got logged out without any warning?

Nellaundra

Yes, every time Sol dies.

Wynedere

Yes, two or three times now.

Beya

Indrani quietly closes in, smirking at the confusion that overwhelms the God of

Strife, and draws close behind Him for the killing blow. Drawing a uniquely

curved blade from Her breastplate, she tenderly traces the tip of a serpentine

kris along Pandemonium's jawline.

Indrani, the Demon Queen thunders, "You were but a babe when first You tasted

this blade. And now..."

Pandemonium suddenly grabs the wrist holding the kris and snaps it with a

powerful twist, causing Indrani to drop the dagger with a shriek of rage.

Snatching upon the falling dagger from Indrani's broken hand, Pandemonium

swiftly turns and slices through the Demon Queen's neck with a single, smooth

stroke, lopping off Her head.

Cloaked in sorrow, the vermillion moon begins to fade, giving way to the

approaching dawn.

Pandemonium, God of Strife thunders, "I am Chaos and War! I am Strife!"

The voice of the dragon Soldier of War, Jamethiel Windsong, Kyra's Son

thunders, "You are My Brethren and I congratulate you!"

Pandemonium looks on with a slowly growing smile as the form of the Demon Queen

falls to Sapience, erupting into scarlet flames.

Lifting the dead-eyed face of Indrani to His own, Pandemonium whispers a quiet

word that no mortal can hear before it, too, is overcome by fire.

Crimson light suffuses the skies as Keresis surges with strength, the act of

divine Vengeance bolstering Her power. Scowling, Pandemonium takes up His

mighty flail, swinging it above His head once more as He turns back to the

battle.

As havoc is wreaked throughout the Garden, the Goddesses of the Sun and Moon

battle beside one another. Ourania's silvery arrows streak through the air,

matched by flashes of gold as Mithraea's bright sabre sunders the attackers

with searing flame.

The moon eclipses the sun and, for a desperate moment, the land falls under a

cloak of darkness. The sun's shining corona surges with fierce brilliance,

rekindling the light of day, and the two celestial bodies move apart.

Ascending upon grey wings, the Skylord rises into the sky and outstretches His

hands to gather stormclouds from the far reaches of the world.

Below, the Goddess of the Cataclysm draws down the clouds, stirring them about

Herself into a violent and lethal cyclone. As Artemis stands firm at the eye of

the twisting gale, daemons around Her are lifted into the air and flung from

the bounds of the Garden.

Idelisa

Ha, I was doing the same thing in the Bal'met Event Thread :P

Beya

An ominous chuckle rumbles across the world, striking terror into even the

bravest of souls.

Hurled from beyond the Garden by an unknown assailant, an ephemeral lance of

pure flame flies unerringly at Vastar, trailing sparks behind like a comet.

A burble of effervescent laughter drifts through the Great Bard's Temple,

sharing its glorious joy with all who dwell within.

The projectile strikes the God of the Sky in the shoulder, whistling out His

back and singeing His wings. Shocked, Vastar is knocked from His roost upon the

clouds and plummets like a stone to the Garden far below.

The clouds thicken and froth with the Skylord's fall, and the battle fades from

mortal view with the coming storm.

Clashes of metal and screams of pain and triumph reverberate through the

heavens.

A shout of anger resounds behind the clouds, and is suddenly cut short.

(Market): Jarrel says, "Anyone selling some of those scimitars that fell from

the Garden?"

Aeryllin kneels humbly on the ground, uttering prayers to the Gods.

Lightning strikes the high places of the world, and the wind begins to whip

through the whispering trees of the forests.

A massive clash of metal scraping on metal grates the ears as the immortal

battle rages back and forth.

The storm begins to lose strength for a moment, and again the forms of the

struggling deities become visible in the cloud-streaked greyness. Thunder booms

mercilessly throughout the world, and lightning scorches the heavens where the

Gods go to war.

Grim but resolved, the Gods close in on Their foes, striking out at the

invaders who have violated the sanctity of Their Garden.

Pandemonium stands locked in combat with Keresis, a dreadlord at Her side and a

band of daemons clamouring for a chance to lacerate the God of Strife.

Staying close to the trap that has ensnared Bal'met, Phaestus swings His mighty

hammer against daemon after daemon. Meanwhile, Tarah divides Her efforts

between bolstering the Gods' strength and shielding the wounded Skylord from

further harm.

Though the Smith's attention never wavers from the God confined within the four

spears of stone, He is powerless to stop Bal'met from crying aloud with bitter

wrath.

Beya

-EVERYONE GETS SOULRIPPED-

**OOC** Apologies. Having some technical problems. Will resume shortly.

Beya

Screeching voices twine together into a discordant cacophony as Bal'met roars,

"SYCAERUNAX!"

A massive, skeletal claw pierces the boundary between the planes, and a lurid

portal opens in the heavens. Yellowed bones and decaying sinew form the

gargantuan shape of a long-dead dragon.

Xeran swears softly to himself.

Responding to his Master's call, Sycaerunax fixes his empty gaze upon the

Pillars of Heaven and dives into the fray, tearing apart the prison that holds

Bal'met at bay.

With a forbidding cry of triumph Bal'met vanishes from sight, but His foul

presence remains palpable among the warring Gods.

As clouds roil and churn about the Garden of the Gods, glimpses of the frenzied

battle are illuminated with scintillating flashes of lightning.

Pitch-black and fearsome, the silhouette of the dragon Sycaerunax flashes upon

the clouds, tearing savagely through the Garden with power equal to the Gods

Themselves.

Pandemonium ducks to avoid a savage swipe of Sycaerunax's deadly claws, and

Keresis makes Her move, driving the Blade of the Dreadlord upward into His gut

and ruthlessly disemboweling Him.

Across the battlefields and plains of Achaea, the voice of Aegis, God of War

resounds like thunder, "No! My Son!"

Arrow after arrow is loosed by the Goddess of the Moon, and daemons fall around

Her in droves. Artemis compels the very ground to tremble and shake, causing

Sartan to lose His footing.

Beya

The instant Pentharian's hand closes around the sword's hilt an aurulent fire

courses down its haft.

The earth shakes with an all-consuming crash of thunder, dwarfing mundane

sounds for a brief moment its tide of supernatural fury.

Raising the Sword of Dunamis like a shining beacon, Pentharian charges at

Sartan, who stands ready with a menacing grin of anticipation.

Their swords meet with a crack of thunder, and the heroic battle between Good

and Evil is magnified upon the firmament.

The earth shakes with an all-consuming crash of thunder, dwarfing mundane

sounds for a brief moment its tide of supernatural fury.

Raising the Sword of Dunamis like a shining beacon, Pentharian charges at

Sartan, who stands ready with a menacing grin of anticipation.

Their swords meet with a crack of thunder, and the heroic battle between Good

and Evil is magnified upon the firmament.

Beya

Over and over the Gods trade blows, each gaining upon the other, only to be

forced back, Their resolve never failing.

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, Goddess of the Cataclysm,

booms across the firmament, "This isn't working! We have to fall back!"

Side by side, Phaestus and Artemis clear a path through the throng of daemons,

soaking the soil of the Garden with poisonous blood.

Conjuring images of beasts more fearsome than any of the daemons They face,

Babel obscures the escape route, and slips away.

Following suit, Ourania ducks behind the illusory cover, raining a steady

shower of silver arrows upon the enemy as the Gods slowly retreat, but

Pentharian remains engaged in close combat with Sartan.

Aegis fights ferociously to the site where Vastar lies wounded, dragging Him

back toward the others as He deflects attacks with His sword. His keen eyes

survey the battlefield, where a dark shadow approaches the Lord of Valour from

behind.

Across the battlefields and plains of Achaea, the voice of Aegis, God of War

resounds like thunder, "Pentharian! Behind You!"

Beya

...I don't think you're going to like what comes next, Shallam. So I think we'll call it a night here.

Tarkanian

wait, what happens next?! come on!

Favonius

Bobby Ewing stepped out of the shower and it was all a dream.

Beya

Kidding! Sorry about that. I had technical issues and had to hand-type some of the log.

In a blur of motion, Bal'met suddenly appears behind Pentharian, driving His arm through the Lord of Valour's armour as though it were soft wax.  

Howling in pain, Pentharian releases His grip upon the Sword of Dunamis, but Bal'met quickly grasps the hilt, withdrawing it through Pentharian's back in a savage motion that shatters the God's breastplate.

As the blade passes through the Lord of Valour, it burns with holy flame, setting the skies afire with blinding light. Outraged, Bal'met hurls the sword away, and Pentharian falls to the ground.

The skies are suffused with golden light as the voice of Pentharian, God of Valour, resounds, "The sword! Tarah... you must..."

Streaking across the firmament is a trail of cerulean light, and Tarah can be seen racing eastward, away from the Garden of the Gods, cradling the blazing Sword of Dunamis in Her arms.

Unleashing a terrifying roar, the dragon Sycaerunax takes off after the fleeing

Goddess, his monstrous form quickly closing in on Her lead.

An immense shadow darkens the Shamtota Hills as Sycaerunax at last catches up

with Tarah. Opening wide his fetid maw, the dragon stretches forward and snaps

his jaws around Tarah.

A mask of pain crosses Tarah's features, and with Her final strength She hurls

the Sword of Dunamis toward Shallam, where it disappears into the gleaming

city.

The clouds above the Garden part to reveal a solitary figure, cloaked in

billowing white robes. In His hands He wields a shining hourglass.

Slowly the hourglass is tilted, and as the grains of sand within slow in their fall, the forms of 

Sartan, Bal'met, and their forces are similarly slowed. Granted precious moments, the Gods reflected 

up the firmament melt away as They escape the wreckage of Their failed trap.

Revelling in the victory, Sartan and Keresis lead their minions from the

Garden, returning to the sanguine fog that surrounds Mhaldor. Glowering,

Bal'met vanishes in a flurry of noxious fumes.

Dark, oppressive clouds swirl in the skies above, occluding the lights of the

firmament and casting gloom across the earth.

Beya

Xer, Lys, Madelyne, Apollodorus, Eurulis, Daisuke, Sheetaa, Allene, May, Garis,

Moriana, Gilderoy, Vadimuses, Xadzia, Rollanz, Torrent, Lacertix, Tirac, Siyad,

Azuhi, Rayla, Mariya, Eshara, Lanar, Dascha, Melodie, Jhaeli, Nadiel, Hayzel,

Cooper, Zbaco, Mako, Hart, Siena, Harmonia, Eril, Kaie, Wyverex, Dracot, Texel,

Stephine, Desmera, Shista, Berck, Yiwen, Llyth, Baldazar, Zephyros, Mizik,

Silvarien, Daitya, Traelor, Malec, Anatral, Masaryk, Dethea, Hanley, Alethiea,

Karron, Ezran, Tarvius, Farran, Payne, Hiroma, Klaw, Xae, Dariela, Layna,

Kalina, Vadanea, Dortheron, Salindera, Alexius, Elianon, Anthissius, Aruha,

Kiella, Terra, Tessa, Cobault, Bluef, Beladera, Trilliana, Ilena, Mephaos,

Stephinie, Xeran, Kuei, Inaess, Kybrae, Cather, Tierny, Sayuri, Semele, Lirus,

Thiev, Ceff, Assai, Cynlael, Vyretre, Marvi, Tukio, Alakardaiel, Xenomorph,

Prythe, Sophy, Tyehr, Sohl, Ignika, Khunah, Savira, Zylia, Eld, Jack, Austere,

Ricimer, Muew, Sena, Thundarsa, Kinilan, Valaina, Zuzo, Sowen, Ikue, Indilwen,

Daklore, Kazu, Acrolo, Teela, Ryukishi, Jacen, Naisar, Gnaeus, Krystaalli, Akia

, Nixxe, Isaiah, Caleigh, Tianmei, Danith, Rom, Noristae, Ripley, Anicetus,

Yungfu, Selira, Lycienne, Rheve, Illyose, Thayn, Rohn, Rean, Extrum, Ariettie,

Rotose, Aeryllin, Haldon, Dorn, Mathonwy, Zenui, Spraeth, Ryanna, Rajan,

Tahquil, Boosteya, Tagg, Canasius, Exelethril, Kamira, Cahin, Aovul, Carmain,

Inc, Spruance, Winona, Solias, Ephram, Roroan, Trey, Terria, Vasool, Laerna,

Reptilios, Umie, Rayle, Prydwyn, Desini, Skual, Sable, Lianca, Drefan, Ayleth,

Zoldine, Tynil, Mina, Jenny, Izzy, Azo, Nilgeam, Krognak, Lemon, Tarkor,

Mayapple, Sarapis, Velyse, Ognog, Gamoneterik, Nicia, Zuko, Shunsui, Sylvain,

Kayeil, Amram, Verily, Chani, Barrons, Sybilla, Shaya, Kaiu, Valek, Achilles,

Kohilo, Kii, Kaye, Favonius, Tilly, Shekal, Ydachikachishiroul, Vasriia, Drafox

, Kendus, Aoklin, Soma, Nizaris, Emera, Jaorn, Nellaundra, Cain, Sherazad, Nim,

Deladan, Reihaneh, Vhalkier, Nynaeve, Mosr, Garlan, Sothantos, Keelase, Petrel,

Mystara, Mindry, Borran, Loehm, Raidne, Dracunos, Ferrous, Nihala, Anarwaen,

Lodi, Chryenth, Josoul, Arlanda, Ennylese, Serendi, Darqiss, Ayoxele, Tzond,

Aidyn, Azor, Khairt, Talonia, Thaumas, Beya.

Plus another 97 whose presence you cannot fully sense.

Beya

Thanks to the Garden.

Tarkanian

so that's it?

man, even from just reading it... man. MAN.

Antidas

@Beya you rock for doing this. I was online so already saw it all, but props for taking the time for everyone who wasn't able to be here.

Beya

@Antidas

Talonia

There's a part missing between Sartan losing his footing and Pentharian grabbing the sword, where Mithraea dies, the swords Pentharian is wielding (which are made of light falter), Babel looks at Pentharian with scorn, Phaestus tells him they're losing and to stop dithering, and Babel throws the Sword of Dunamis to Pentharian.

Lianca

For @Talonia and completion's sake:

As the Goddess of the Sun falls, Pentharian cries out in anguish. His blades, summoned of pure Light, dim and falter in His grasp.

Cutting down a Dala'myrr with no small amount of glee, Babel pauses, a look of deep contemplation mingled with disgust upon His features as He observes the Lord of Valour.

The sweltering heat of the forge spills out across the land as the rumbling voice of Phaestus booms, "Throw Him the damned sword, You fool! Can't You see We're losing?"

With a curt shout of warning, Babel hurls the Sword of Dunamis to Pentharian, whose surprise is matched only by His relief.

The instant Pentharian's hand closes around the sword's hilt an aurulent fire courses down its haft.

Wielding the Sword of Dunamis, Pentharian, Lord of Valour, has split Dreadlord Ariocha in twain.

Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "For each dreadlord You cut down, two more stand ready to fight. Face Me at last, Pentharian!"

The earth shakes with an all-consuming crash of thunder, dwarfing mundane sounds for a brief moment its tide of supernatural fury.

The forests sigh as one, mourning the loss of the Goddess of the Seasons as She is overcome by the wounds of battle.

Raising the Sword of Dunamis like a shining beacon, Pentharian charges at Sartan, who stands ready with a menacing grin of anticipation.

Tvistor

Beya is the best news anchor.

Kresslack

This was great. I was away all evening and didn't get to see what happened, but reading this has been a thrill. Thank you for doing this.

Nicia

Ditto! This was epic.