The final show down (A report).

Sarapis

Favonius said:

YAY SARAPIS!

Now put on some clothes.

I am wearing clothes. And I'm not wearing clothes. It's not a bug or an oversight though. Been a feature of Sarapis forever. Sarapis transcends your conception of a coherent reality.

Daslin

@Sarapis go home, you're drunk! :P

Eld

Vadimuses said:

GOTO as the travel command - really? Good job giving everyone headaches by using an existing and very popular command. Someone didn't think this through.

Just capitalise a letter or two. I'm sure the god command predates the mudlet mapper.

Laila

20 minutes of mauling the same thing with a room of people....come on now....this is silly!

 

Vadimuses

That's the solution for it, and the player-accessible command certainly didn't exist before. It'll be a while before the knowledge spreads through mass confusion of 'aaah why isn't it working', which is a headache. So - this was not thought through very well.

Ephram

I'm only kinda here... Because the lag won't even let me do anything.

Tagg

This is cute. They should've just taken the event in their own hands when they realized the stupid amount of lag and how frustrating this is currently, letting it continue like this is just dumb. Experiment failed, let's move on.

Aeolithon

Please move on with the event... I can't stop lagging enough to get out of the forest without dying to forest defs! I agree with Tagg.

Boosteya

Good thing I'm not good at event-things anyway. LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG

Selira

Between the flickering mesh that comprises the thin Veil of Creation can be seen glimpses of 

Nishnatoba, the legendary battlefield, aswim with Dala'myrr as they rove across the endless plain.

Within the heart of the battlefield rises a towering plateau girded by seething clouds of oily black 

mist. Cruel and imperious, the terrifying god Bal'met looms upon the elevated stage, the would-be 

Worldreaver bent on utter domination.

The din of clashing blades and dying screams echoes across the planes as the armoured figure of 

Aegis appears upon Nishnatoba, His eyes focused upon Bal'met.

(p) 7188h, 7629m, 34840e, 33580w ex[disr]-

Humming softly in the air, a tranquil note heralds the stoic form of Oneiros, and War and Peace take 

Their places upon the battlefield.

Stormclouds gather and swell, rumbling with thunder as Vastar, the Skylord, reclaims their command 

and appears upon Nishnatoba. Lightning flashes and strikes at His side, igniting a spark that erupts 

into a fiery cyclone, revealing Artemis, Goddess of the Cataclysm.

Fleeting images of a great cave break through the Veil, and the cowled figure of the Logos is 

illuminated within. Beside Him stands Aeyr, God of Magic.

Together with calm determination they toil over the Fire Behind the Flame, binding Creation together 

even as it breaks apart.

The vision of the Fire Behind the Flame wavers and fades, replaced once more by the sprawling land 

of Nishnatoba, where Neraeos, God of the Sea, now coalesces from a fine mist, stern of face and 

resolved in purpose. With equal aplomb the luminous Goddess of the Moon, Ourania, appears in a swirl 

of celestial light.

A plume of thick black smoke billows upon ruined Nishnatoba, churning with eldritch fire as it parts 

to reveal Babel, God of Oblivion, as He moves into place. Even as the smoke disperses, cold white 

flame rise up, burning brightly and leaving in their wake the pale form of Valnurana.

Golden light streams over the ancient battlefield as the bloodsworn Gods Aurora and Deucalion 

manifest in measured unison, Their gaze directed singly upon the Worldreaver.

A thrill of wicked anticipation strikes deep as Pandora, Goddess of Mischief appears, Her spirited 

laughter followed by the rumbling chuckle of Prospero, God of Wealth as He steps upon Nishnatoba.

Poignant notes of an ancient harmonic reverberate gently, augmented by the bold ring of a forging 

hammer as Scarlatti, the Great Bard, and Phaestus, the Smith, appear among the gathering Gods.

Sudden chills wash over the planes and two shadowy forms appear upon the field of battle: Twilight, 

God of Darkness, and Thoth, Lord of the Dead. Nodding solemnly to each other, they move apart and 

take up their own positions.

Daemonic howls rise from the Inferno as Sartan, the Malevolent takes His place among the Gods. His 

appearance draws wary glances from His brethren, but all remain in place, allowing Him to join the 

unified force.

Selira

Caustic laughter utters from Bal'met as the Gods form a ring around Him. Throwing up His arms, the 

oily smoke that billows beneath His terrible form churns and rises, twisting into horrifying 

reflections of Himself, identical in every way.

With baleful intent the reflections spread out, and Bal'met moves among them, milling about and 

roaring with laughter until it is impossible to determine which is real.

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

"To battle!"

Fiery arrows are unleashed from the bow of Artemis, while powerful meteors soar at the command of 

Ourania. Lightning is hurled by Vastar the Skylord, blasting one of the forms of Bal'met to 

nothingness.

Deacon Alynna, the Avatar of Keresis shouts, "Vengeance, Vengeance. Wreck BLOODY Vengeance!"

A powerful paean is taken up by Scarlatti's baritone voice, the notes of His kantele rousing the 

martial prowess of the Gods.

A reflection of Bal'met lashes out with an appendage of raging fire, gripping Aegis about the wrist. 

With a growl, the God of War hacks off the appendage with His axe.

The lightning-injured shadow of Bal'met hurls itself at Sartan, the Malevolent.

The titanic God-Eater engages with the God of Evil for a short time, and fiery purple tentacles wrap 

around Sartan, who howls in fury.

Strange, otherwordly claws emerge from a rift, and Babel, God of Chaos, uses His empowered servants 

to rip the shadow-form of Bal'met away from Sartan and into the Void.

Sartan glares at Babel, who glares back at Him. All is not forgiven in the Garden, despite the 

common enemy.

Carried forth in the sky upon His chariot, Neraeos of the Wine-Dark Sea raises the ancient Trident 

of the Seas toward His foes. The form of Bal'met that was initially hammered by meteors now begins 

to liquify, its form turning to a cloudy purple water.

Deucalion slashes into the liquefied form, which shatters into a sea of water that flows across the 

battlefield.

The immortal horses of Neraeos' chariot are instantly slain by a sword-like hand from a shadow of 

Bal'met. The God of the Sea falls from the disintegrating chariot and plummets to the ground.

The white-robed Oneiros, God of Peace, deflects many of the strikes of Bal'met through His will 

alone. The many shadow forms of Bal'met begin to focus on Him.

Pandora, in the distant sky, begins fashioning a gigantic puppet of Bal'met.

One of the forms of Bal'met instantly turns into a solid gold statue. The sudden transformation 

reflects the bright light of Aurora to blinding levels. Prospero, sitting plumply upon a palanquin, 

laughs in glee as His ploy works.

The great golden statue is toppled by two of the remaining shadows of Bal'met. Pitching over, it 

falls to the ground, causing an immense earthquake. Prospero is instantly crushed by the falling 

statue, embracing the gold which He loves so dear.

The golden statue twitches somewhat, indicating that the God of Wealth is not quite so dead as 

believed.

Uncaring, Sartan steps on the statue and moves onward, grasping the limbs of a shadow of Bal'met and 

wrenching it completely off. He wields the arm like a club, bashing to and from with His new weapon.

Selira

Flickering across the firmament, again the vision of a dark cave appears, and Sarapis labours over 

the Fire Behind the Flame. The God of Magic guards Him with concern in His eyes, looking into the 

distance with growing horror.

With a shout, Aeyr is overcome by a throng of shadows, bestial minions sent by Bal'met. Holding them 

back as long as He can, He cannot hold out, and with an enormous outpouring of energy He releases 

His full essence across the multiverse, slaying the shadows in the blast.

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Your spirits soar as the voice of Vastar, the Skylord rumbles through the sky, "I cannot find the 

true Devourer!"

Six shadows of Bal'met surround the embattled Oneiros, who deflects as many of the attacks as He can.

Thoth grabs one of the shadows of Bal'met by what He presumes to be its neck, and rips out its soul. 

The smoke that comprises the body of the shadow dissipates almost instantly.

The moans of thousands of souls echo from the grave as the cold, silken voice of Thoth, God of Death 

resounds, "Its soul is alien! Real yet not real!"

An embattled Artemis drops Her bow and plunges a hand into one of the shadow-forms. She withdraws 

nothing but smoke; the act does not appear to even slow the creatures down. They close in on Her, 

and Artemis' form disappears among a cloud of shadow. They pull Her down, biting and chewing upon 

Her.

At last one dark shadow of Bal'met breaks through the powerful barrier of utter Peace that Oneiros 

had raised about Himself. With the collapse of Oneiros' power, the five shadows of Bal'met begin 

tearing the God apart, His divine entrails spilling, His flesh torn and his visage rent.

A pool of inky blackness appears below one of the shadows of Bal'met, and Twilight, the God of 

Darkness, pulls one of the figures into the pool with His mighty power. The aspect struggles as 

Valnurana lures the shadow form into a torpor. Finally Ourania slams it with nine powerful meteors, 

and the shock drives it the rest of the way into the pool of darkness, which Twilight then seals.

Pandora finishes Her puppet and puts a firecracker in its head. The puppet explodes, as does one of 

the shadow-forms of Bal'met.

Executor Zephyros, Squire of Xenomorph yells, "Slay them all save Master Sartan Bal'Met! Do our 

bidding inadvertantly so Evil may rule all of sapience."

Deucalion decapitates one of the shadow forms, then impales another.

Zephyros has been slain by the might of Sir Daklore Le'Murzen-Sparrow.

Selira

The firmament burns with white-hot fire as the pure, baritone voice of Deucalion calls out, "Where 

is the true Bal'met?"

The heavens shiver with foul portent as the rumbling voice of Babel resounds, "Use Your eyes."

Artemis emerges, battered and bloodied, from the haze of Bal'met forms. Her form is barely 

recognizable.

Babel unleashes a multi-coloured coruscade of light, revealing a shadow god as nothing more than 

smoke.

As the gruesome likenesses fall to the Gods, They draw nearer and nearer to the true form of Bal'met.

 Finally, Bal'met stands alone amidst the ring of encroaching deities.

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

"You have managed the one thing that has never happened before, Bal'met. You have at last united all 

of the Gods in a single purpose: Your defeat. Sartan cast you into Nishnatoba, intending it to be a 

prison. Now it will be your grave."

Furiously the Gods hurl fire, lightning, and myriad magics unknown to mortal apprehension. Lighting 

the skies and shaking the planes, They act with one accord to divert Bal'met from His terrible 

purpose.

Beautiful and awesome in Her growing power, Aurora stands alone, unmoving and focused. Once more She 

wields the Sword of Dunamis in Her hands, and hungry fire courses down the blade's length.

With murmured words Deucalion begins to direct the prayers of the faithful into a shining shield, 

standing beside Aurora and protecting Her with His arm extended.

Nodding to Deucalion, Aurora advances, the Sword of Dunamis extended as Her own arm.

Booming with laughter, Bal'met lashes out at the Lightbringer, cracking whips of force that tear at 

Her like seething whips of pure pain.

Aurora continues Her assault, augmented by the unwavering attacks of the Gods that surround Bal'met, 

and Deucalion cries out in pain as He takes His bloodsworn's wounds upon Himself.

Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "Aeon has foreseen your 

fall. By Our hands you will be unmade, and His vision will come to pass."

Drawing back the blazing Sword of Dunamis, Aurora lunges forward and buries it in Bal'met, and a 

ghastly chorus of a thousand wailing voices tears across the planes.

Unforming and writhing upon the blade, Bal'met claws out at Aurora with devastating brutality, but 

She stays firm, holding the hilt steady as the Gods strain, overcoming the diminishing god with the 

strength of Their combined powers.

With an ear-splitting cry that shakes the foundations of every plane, causing the seas to swell and 

the skies to weep tears, Bal'met is forced to relinquish His grasp on reality.

Held hostage by the Blade of Dunamis, Bal'met perishes in agony, utterly destroyed by the magnified 

power of the Pantheon.

Selira

(Gods): Sarapis says, "You all deserve much credit, for without your efforts the Gods would not have 

had a clear path to Bal'met."

You feel a great weight lift from you as your soul is summoned from your body, to be brought before 

the hooded and inscrutable form of Sarapis, the Logos, resplendent in His power.

Though you cannot see His face within the shadows of His grey hood, you need not look upon the 

visage of the Creator to know that the words He speaks require no base, thrumming physical material 

to create the sounds that form in your head.

"Achaeans. My children. This is the last time I will speak to you."

"The bright sun will dim to cool embers and the stars that wheel in the night sky will disappear 

before My task will be done."

"When there was no time, no spacial dimensions, nothing but Myself as Ayar, there was the Fire."

"Created as the first and greatest of My works, it was through the Fire that all else was made 

manifest, from time and matter to Gods and Dragons."

"But by doing so, by giving form to My power such that it be something other than unfocused, raw 

capability, there was a cost, that I paid willingly - no longer was I all that was, and thus no 

longer did I have knowledge of all that was and would be."

"I know what it is to experience the limitations of lesser forms. I experienced all that Proteus did,

 and in the end I absorbed His experiences into Myself."

"Since that time, I have greatly relished watching Creation and all its myriad parts, for a part of 

Me has been able to appreciate the incredible struggles, the glorious victories, the ignominious 

defeats, the treacherous betrayals, the great love affairs, the eternal rivalries, and the rest of 

the ebb and flow of your daily lives."

"And then came this Bal'met, whose existence I did not forsee, and whose threat I did not appreciate 

until it was nearly too late."

"It is not that I wished harm on the many that perished, Divine and mortal both, in this devastating 

war to end all wars."

"But ever have I been content to let my Creations play out as they will. If a God dies, it is part 

of the turbulence of existence. All returns to the Fire from which it was ultimately conceived."

"Destroying Ashaxei set the Fire into a state of less than perfect resonance, but even then, I was 

content to watch, for this did not yet threaten the foundations of existence."

"By the time Maya and I realized what Bal'met truly planned, and what His aims had been all along, 

we were nearly too late."

"Through Aeon's sacrifice and the courage of the many mortals and Gods who fought to defeat Bal'met, 

we have saved all that has been, is, and will ever be."

"But Maya, whose sacrifice you must never forget, for She gave up the Divine to save all, was 

correct - only I can repair the immense damage that has been done to the Fire."

"All My will must be bent to this task, for already it is only through My exertion of power beyond 

your ken that the Fire still burns."

"It shall take Me nigh unto a very lonely eternity. I must go beyond Creation to where the Fire 

itself resides in all of its immense grandeur, and there are none who can join Me."

"It has been an honour surpassing any that I conceived of to have been witness to your stories and 

to, occasionally, even take a small part in them."

"I shall miss you all more than you know."

"Goodbye."

A sense of overwhelming loss floods you as Sarapis, the Logos, departs Creation.

Your soul fills your body and once again you find yourself within the corporeal world, the final 

words of the Logos ringing in your ears, perhaps never to dim.

...

Goodbye, @Sarapis. And thank you for everything.

Daslin

A sense of overwhelming loss floods you as Sarapis, the Logos, departs Creation.

Nellaundra

Well

Was I supposed to get that speech even though I never managed to get turned into a demigod?

Sarapis

Nellaundra said:

Well

Was I supposed to get that speech even though I never managed to get turned into a demigod?

Yes, everyone in existence did.

Laila

For Nat..

 

Your divine essence allows the following powers:
   GODPOWERS               (    0 essence)
      - View your available powers.
   GODWHO                  (    0 essence)
      - See what other immortals are around.
   GODS                    (    0 essence)
      - Speak to your fellow immortals.
   GOTO <person>           (  500 essence)
      - Travel instantly to another player on Nishnatoba.
   REFRESH [ME|<person>]   ( 5000 essence)
      - Restores full stats to yourself or another player on Nishnatoba.
   CUREALL [ME|<person>]   ( 5000 essence)
      - Cures all ailments from yourself or another player on Nishnatoba.
   RESURRECT <person>      (15000 essence)
      - Restore life to a fallen adventurer.
   DIVINEFIRE              (25000 essence)
      - Protect yourself from attack.
   ZAP <target>            (45000 essence)
      - Zap another player or denizen.

Laila

Also...

You have requested a list of abilities but not specified a skill. To see the abilities in a skill,
please use AB <skill>, naming any of your current skills (listed below):

Skills         Rank
-------------  ------------
Vision         Transcendent
Avoidance      Transcendent
Tattoos        Transcendent
Survival       Transcendent
Weaponry       Transcendent
Riding         Transcendent
Seafaring      Transcendent
Venom          Transcendent
Hypnosis       Transcendent
Necromancy     Transcendent
Telepathy      Transcendent
Tarot          Transcendent
Kaido          Transcendent
Groves         Transcendent
Subterfuge     Transcendent
Devotion       Transcendent
Tekura         Black belt
Metamorphosis  Transcendent
Domination     Transcendent
Concoctions    Transcendent
Healing        Transcendent
Chivalry       Transcendent
Spirituality   Transcendent
Forging        Transcendent
Elementalism   Transcendent
Crystalism     Transcendent
Enchantment    Transcendent
Woodlore       Transcendent
Puppetry       Transcendent
Pranks         Transcendent
Curses         Transcendent
Runelore       Transcendent
Vodun          Transcendent
Occultism      Transcendent
Evileye        Transcendent
Apostasy       Transcendent
Voicecraft     Transcendent
Harmonics      Transcendent
Swashbuckling  Transcendent
Shindo         Transcendent
Striking       Transcendent
TwoArts        Transcendent
Alchemy        Transcendent
Physiology     Transcendent
Transmutation  Transcendent

Miniskills     Rank
-------------  ------------
Constitution   Transcendent
Thermology     Transcendent
Frost          Transcendent
Antidotes      Transcendent
Fitness        Transcendent
Galvanism      Transcendent
Philosophy     Transcendent
Tailoring      Transcendent
Jewellery      Transcendent
InkMilling     Transcendent
Cooking        Transcendent
Gathering      Transcendent

Seafaring Spec Rank
-------------- ------------
Deckhand       0
Weapons        0
Helm           0
Watch          5
Command        1
To see your abilities within each skill, type AB <Skill>.
HELP <skill> to get more information on a skill.

Tsara

Thank you and the other divines very much for the event

Idelisa

@Sarapis:  Lalalalalala didn't hear it!   %-(

no goooooinnnngggg 

(

Skye

apparently there was a conversation at the Shrine of Ascension before Maya arrived. does anyone have a log? My group got in like, halfway.

Ourania

Skye said:

apparently there was a conversation at the Shrine of Ascension before Maya arrived. does anyone have a log? My group got in like, halfway.

Ah, there was me and the boys. I hope someone has that also.

Odhrin

Thanks for the awesome event you guys! It was amazing! Totally kept me on the edge of my seat!

Skye

Neraeos looks about Himself suspiciously.

Ourania, Goddess of the Moon says, "Now is not the time, Gentlemen."

Vastar scowls miserably at Ourania.

Scarlatti rests a cautionary hand on the strings of His kantele, moving to Lady Moon's side.

Ourania, Goddess of the Moon says, "Scowl all you wish. Should We all survive, You can rend each Other to shreds later."

Neraeos, God of the Sea says, "Yes. That prophecy will be fulfilled."

Ourania smirks at Neraeos.


That's all I got. Mudlet logs are horrible to sift through, B&W wall of text And then the Maya stuff starts.