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- Upon His chariot of immortal horses, Neraeos, the God of the Sea, skims the
- surface of the ocean from the distant east. Clad in raiment of battle and
- adorned with the trophies of His victories in distant lands, He flies swiftly
- to over Sapience to land once again in Garden of the Gods.
- The winged form of Vastar, God of the Sky, descends from the highest clouds to
- the Garden of the Gods. The Garden grows cold at the animosity still present
- between He and the Lord of the Wine-Dark Sea.
- Stirrings of armies of atavians in the clouds and tritons in sea shows that
- some peoples will not unite, even in the face of oblivion.
- Radiant as the sun, golden beams streak across the heavens. At their heart,
- Aurora, the Lightbringer appears on the firmament above the Pillars of Heaven.
- Sweeping the Staff of the Elements through the space before Them, Agatheis
- whispers words in the ancient language of the Divine. With a sharp cry, He
- pierces the seal placed by Sartan over Nishnatoba.
- The calm, calculating voice of Agatheis, the Elemental Lord, resonates, "This
- cannot be! His ties to the Fire Behind the Flame are too strong!"
- The calm, calculating voice of Agatheis, the Elemental Lord, resonates, "Aeon,
- in His boundless vision, has prepared this path for You, Lightbringer. There
- lies Your foe. Strike Him down!"
- Aurora's face glows with the certainty of victory as She pushes the Sword of
- Dunamis deeper into Bal'met, and the Devourer of Gods writhes in torment upon
- the blade.
- Bal'met's strength dwindles as the screams of Dala'myrr ring out in a
- cacophonous riot.
- Suddenly a swell of energy courses through the ebbing form of Bal'met, and the
- inimitable blaze of the Fire Behind the Flame surges within Him.
- With a shout of despair, Aurora is thrust backward from the portal, the Blade
- of Dunamis still gripped in Her hands. As She falls She is consumed by a
- searing flame of pure ivory, disappearing from sight.
- The calm, calculating voice of Agatheis, the Elemental Lord, resonates, "The
- Fire! The connection is simply too strong! We have no chance unless it's
- severed."
- After a moment's hesitation, the ancient blue eyes of the Master of Elements
- turn hard with resolve. Agatheis readies His staff and advances upon the
- portal, hurling Himself through to Nishnatoba and closing the way behind Him
- with a deafening crack of thunder.
- Your surroundings bend and shudder, warping your vision as you detect an abrupt
- change in the fabric of reality, as though some grip upon the world has been
- released.
- Agatheis, the Elemental Lord has succumbed to the terrible fury of Bal'met.
- The stormy heavens rumble, you suspect as a byproduct of unseen lightning. The
- shuddering grows more distinct, and you realize it is not thunder, but the
- clamour of the Gods upon the Pillars of Heaven.
- The firmament burns with white-hot fire as the pure, baritone voice of
- Deucalion calls out, "Aeon restored Aurora to Us. He was confident She would
- turn the tide. She wields My sword, and all those faithful to Good stand ready to march at Our call. This is the hour of Bal'met's defeat."
- Oneiros, God of Peace thunders, "Caution is called for, Deucalion. History is
- replete with examples of prophecy misinterpreted. Fate is cruel to those who
- manipulate her. No one knew this better than Aeon."
- Arlanda, Egand, Gwyddon, Aeden, Terra, Marina, Vansittart, Vilifay, Kard,
- Phelia, Ezekiel, Krypton, Tulliana, Feron, Caoimhaen, Imaji, Alrena, Tanaar,
- Eurulis, Kroac, Xadzia, Dida, Mako, Erikka, Rangor, Sorantia, Nim, Skye,
- Achilles, Adet, Nixxe, Kalexei, Gio, Athanei, Cooper, Vaxarn, Kaden, Kairuni,
- Maethros, Trevalyan, Gwawr, Traxtin, Valnurana, Neraeos, Xae, Garlan, Mina,
- Hyano, Arionna, Veldrin, Noristae, Rohn, Hart, Mephaos, Hiroma, Chani, Tesha,
- Champion, Jasaadi, Elaina, Alarke, Asmodron, Beatrice, Aovul, Lukis, Gauthus,
- Hong, Nenaile, Hegua, Corina, Orina, Bluef, Adalie, Sable, Ashlog, Vyldrix,
- Thaumas, Hideyoshi, Eilethil, Entaro, Kray, Farran, Reptilios, Azor, Shihai,
- Katzchen, Kenway, Dracot, Jarconma, Arryn, Pollus, Kyrra, Kybrae, Emergo,
- Zephyros, Aruha, Bahram, Kuei, Ayleth, Lianca, Koe, Dunn, Sanek, Bhayn,
- La'ramhis, Velyse, Gerard, Teela, Darklyre, Stuart, Shandria, Ilena, Quei,
- Kohinoor, Extrum, Alexius, Areigna, Ephram, Ramzi, Searnla, Umbreatum, Avto,
- Xeran, Ryanna, Aidyn, Zuko, Beneficia, Kazu, Drefan, Trayu, Ginmund, Voc, Sidai
- , Aerek, Dorn, Prydwyn, Phaestus, Salindera, Desini, Vastar, Leota, Exelethril,
- Ksenia, Jacen, Ranun, Mindry, Rheve, Bellator, Ravien, Iocun, Namino, Payne,
- Farcus, Tynil, Averi, Artemis, Lodi, Sherazad, Zutar, Wronic, Saibel, Ardelia,
- Thoth, Scarlatti, Desmera, Azuhi, Hurisean, Amitation, Goraidh, Arabeth,
- Cynlael, Agathon, Yen, Clark, Leiri, Siena, Eld, Hermaldo, Shahai, Torrent,
- Vasha, Kaiu, Athanasius, Arador, Eilona, Kii, Jack, Friedrich, Maximillian,
- Amram, Lycienne, Koria, Sultani, Aliara, Cahin, Mariel, Avonela, Bal'met,
- Ripley, Brym, Alaric, Ognog, Haldor, Oujia, Nijias, Coord, Trey, Xith, Skual,
- Syth, Amorie, Verily, Andrea, Shista, Arcite, Huntre, Anaidiana, Aurora,
- Ryukishi, Oryius, Jhui, Daemian, Zincor, Hannah, Masaryk, Aeryllin, Karai,
- Ahrehn, Salvar, Illyose, Wyverex, Tyehr, Ferdaus, Daslin, Elianon, Caleth,
- Ourania, Barrons, Danika, Ysebelle, Novak, Swadryt, Keiden, Pandora, Alazne,
- Zenui, Arkailus, Sena, Zaki, Jhaeli, Krognak, Abernathy, Lyr, Cinya, Xorot,
- Jain, Firien, Lacertix, Garao, Mariya, Amunet, Daitya, Cesarina, Faolin, Davio,
- Julius, Kohilo, Tzond, Sivartes, Nolsae, Skegonga, Artus, Akia, Friztic, Twil,
- Favonius, Rovelda, Kayeil, Garis, Texel, Akemi, Dascha, Mithaokhta, Crono,
- Odhrin, Aoklin, Daklore, Haldon, Arubus, Zbaco, Kyriella, Canasius, Beladera,
- Karron, Oneiros, Indilwen, Josoul, Tirac, Babel, Tasleus, Hayte, Alcinae,
- Hanley, Mioswen, Knucker, Archeas, Verias, Malec, Champion, Selira, Sykes,
- Tarkor, Drahil, Mathonwy, Laila, Senoske, Learyn, Boosteya, Daine, Roroan,
- Samakhulis, Layna, Raelynn, Oceana, Barudflunkus, Liros, Alim, Shekal, Lynara,
- Tukio, Silviarae, Orik, Darqiss, Shunsui, Nicia, Arua, Santar, Inara, Rispok,
- Ruth, Taldem, Tagg, Halos, Mosr, Erlan, Rotose, Sohl, Anmacrix, Finchy, Sanaki,
- Traelor, Ysera, Rasloe, Baatti, Melodie, Minxie, Nicator, Prospero, Xer,
- Tenevriel, Rixie, Savira, Rollanz, Vasriia, Inc, Kaevan, Trilliana, Lydia,
- Amanu, Dracunos, Cobault, Jinnean, Naomh, Baptiste, Cecee, Zeon, Rugnar, Aegis,
- Kilic, Sardaug, Elerwinna, Anarwaen, Dortheron, Muokr, Tiarna, Perl, Atalkez,
- Amira, Serendi, Moriana, Sheetaa, Shaol, Yuna, Jorox, Niks, Talonia, Chryenth,
- Nalitia, Pontus, Laytron, Mhaela, Beya.
- Plus another 99 whose presence you cannot fully sense.
- Across the battlefields and plains of Achaea, the voice of Aegis, God of War
- resounds like thunder, "Even You cannot believe there is a peaceful solution,
- Oneiros. We cannot leave Bal'met caged on Nishnatoba! We must strike!"
- Your spirits soar as the voice of Vastar, the Skylord rumbles through the sky,
- "The only way to face Bal'met now is directly upon Nishnatoba. Do you not
- realise the risk? We lose all advantage the moment we step foot upon that
- battlefield."
- Ringing through the ether on a resonating harmonic, the voice of the Great Bard
- resounds, "We would be little more than mortals facing certain death."
- The sweltering heat of the forge spills out across the land as the rumbling
- voice of Phaestus booms, "It's now or never. Agatheis broke Bal'met's hold over
- the Fire, but he'll wrestle it back sooner or later. We have to move."
- The silken voice of Lord Twilight emanates from the shadows, "You can try Your
- hand. I'll not take part."
- The moans of thousands of souls echo from the grave as the cold, silken voice
- of Thoth, God of Death resounds, "I am sure none of Us are surprised at Your
- apathy in this. We need You not."
- The ethereal whisper of Valnurana, Goddess of Sleep and Dreams, drifts across
- the realm, "No. This cannot be done by a selection of Gods. That plan has
- failed over and over. This requires the force of the full Pantheon together."
- Rich motes of lucent clarity suffuse the skies as the Lightbringer evokes, "We
- must all commit, and We must commit fully. Nothing can be held back. There can
- be no more contingencies, no more fall backs."
- Thoughts of Fame and Fortune fill your mind, as the grand voice of Prospero,
- the Merchant Lord booms, "You suggest a gamble based on Aeon's foresight, which
- even He lacked at the end! Remember, the last of Us who gambled everything saw
- His luck run out."
- The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, Goddess of the Cataclysm,
- booms across the firmament, "I agree with Aurora. If this is Our end then let
- Us face it. I will not hide, cowering in the shadows, waiting for Bal'met to
- claim Me."
- The words of the Gods revert once more into the incomprehensible tongue of the
- Divine as They debate the course of action now set before Them.
- Graceful and majestic, the silhouette of the Great Grey Owl is cast upon the
- thundering clouds by intermittent flashes of lightning.
- The owl soars across the heavens upon silent wings, keenly observing all of
- Creation and taking in the full extent of the ongoing turmoil wrought upon the
- world.
- Washing over the world is a palpable aura of uncertainty as the owl banks and
- turns, rising on an upward draft to disappear among the stormclouds.
- Smoothly descending from the cloudbank, the Great Grey Owl reappears upon the
- firmament, circling above the Siroccian Mountains before wheeling and landing
- upon its highest peak.
- The warm, clear voice of Maya, the Great Mother, rings out from beyond the
- Veil, "Now is the time for all, mortal and divine, to put aside their
- grievances."
- The warm, clear voice of Maya, the Great Mother, rings out from beyond the
- Veil, "Come, gather at the Shrine of Ascension, for the fate of the world lies
- in your power."
- [Moving.]
- He is a radiant immortal and is clad in simple traveling clothes including
- sturdy leather sandals, loose brown pants, a simple grey shift and a dusty
- brown jacket. He is completely naked.
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- Maya looks around, Her eyes filled with concern for the fate of the mortals who
- stand before Her.
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "Gods of the Pantheon, and cherished mortals, you
- are summoned to bear witness, and to attend a cry for help."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "For two centuries and more have I borne the torch
- passed unto Me, raised by the Logos to uphold the balance betwixt Creation and
- Destruction."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "But even these forces do not rule absolutely.
- Transcending and underlying all is the Fire Behind the Flame, the foundation of
- every aspect of our existence."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "The Fire has been touched by the hand of Bal'met,
- who has drawn its power away from the world and unto Himself."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "And so Yggdrasil ails. The immortal Gods suffer
- mortal fates. The very planes come untethered."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "And Bal'met grows stronger."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "Not since the dawn of humanity have we faced a
- fate so grim; nay, not since the beginning of time."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "The Fire Behind the Flame must be renewed and
- purged of its corruption. It can no longer burn untended, and requires a
- guardian of singular purpose: a creator to unmake the wrongness that has taken
- hold of it."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "Great is My power, but this is a thing I cannot
- do."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "The mantle of Supreme Creator must pass from My
- shoulders, to be taken up once more by the Logos."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "Only He possesses that immeasurable knowledge
- with which the Fire Behind the Flame can be restored and preserved for
- eternity."
- The Great Mother looks to the Logos, who remains still, clouded in thought as
- long moments pass.
- At last Sarapis nods.
- Clasping Her hands together, the Great Mother's eyes close, and She is wreathed
- in radiant light that emanates from within Her very being.
- The resplendent corona flickers about Maya's regal form, intensifying until it
- is nearly blinding, and a faint, shadowy contour is all that can be seen of the
- Great Mother amid the brilliance.
- Maya outstretches Her arms toward the Logos and takes His hands in Hers. Slowly
- the blazing light passes from the Great Mother to Sarapis, encompassing them
- both as a sudden gust of wind stirs the Shrine of Ascension.
- Gradually the light begins to fade around Maya, but even as it vanishes from
- the Goddess it more brilliantly illuminates the Logos, until it is He who is
- nearly obscured by the radiant display.
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "So it was, so shall it be."
- Sarapis, the Logos says, "So it was, so shall it be."
- As the words of the Logos echo upon the mountaintop, He is consumed in the
- corona of light and disappears.
- Awash in stillness, the mountains seem lonely with the sudden absence, and Maya
- looks off toward the twin peaks of Mount Sinope and Mount Callisto, Her eyes
- sombre but filled with wisdom and clarity.
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "Truly, the Logos has an arduous task set before
- Him. But He is not alone, and the Gods labour to defeat the threat to our
- world."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "So, too, must you."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "You must travel to Nishnatoba, where you will
- stand with the Gods against Bal'met."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "Many are the ways to reach the distant battle,
- but heed Me now."
- Forcefully gesturing with both hands to the ground at Her feet, Maya spreads
- wide Her arms and a pool of swirling water bubbles up in the centre of the
- plateau. Tongues of primal fire lick over its surface, burning improbably above
- the churning basin.
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "Enter this pool, hold fast to the strength found
- within yourself, and emerge upon Nishnatoba not as a mortal..."
- Maya, the Great Mother says, "But as a mighty Demigod."
- Taking a deep breath, X steps into the whirling pool and disappears
- beneath the surface.
- Rangor says in a deep, rumbling voice, "So, where is that bastard."
- As you are pulled within the swirling vortex, your body and soul expand and
- contract, twisted and thrown about as if by a turbulent gale. One moment it
- seems your soul is torn apart from your body; a second later your body seems a
- heavy weight lying deep within your soul.
- Always moving forward, you are spun and woven through the fabric of reality,
- and the tempestuous journey seems to last for eons before all is suddenly calm.
- You find yourself standing in a small cavern; at its centre stands the
- grey-cloaked figure of Sarapis, the Logos. Solemn and consumed in thought, he
- stands before a column of primal fire, pondering its innate existence as it
- burns endlessly across time and space. Aeyr flanks the inferno's other side,
- his gentle, grey eyes locked in concentration upon the enigmatic flames.
- With slow, deliberate movements the Logos moves his hands, drawing filaments of
- the Weave from the ether and shaping them carefully, adding them to the Fire
- Behind the Flame and releasing them to burn in glorious union with reality.
- Suddenly, without warning, a spark leaps out from the Fire Behind the Flame,
- making contact with your chest and throwing you backward with a forceful
- discharge of energy. Rather than landing on the ground, however, you find
- yourself once again tumbling through the ether within the maelstrom of
- Creation.
- For another eternity, you are tossed about, but slowly the spinning subsides
- and you find yourself standing, alone, within a quiet grotto.
- The voice of the Great Mother whispers, "Since your first cries I have watched
- over you, My child, as I have done for all mortalkind across the planes. You
- have grown much, and achieved even more. And yet... your time is only just
- beginning."
- Your heart races as you swell with tremendous power and your mind expands, a
- burgeoning source of willpower and endurance welling up deep inside you.
- The voice of the Great Mother whispers, "Long have I enjoyed immortality, but
- the time draws near for Me to seek a mortal end. With My final blessings I
- grant unto you a portion of My own Godhood."
- Divine fire flares about you, and you feel capable of tapping into the Weave
- itself, bringing forth a torrent of power so vast it could instantly vaporise
- any mortal being.
- The voice of the Great Mother whispers, "Take this gift and fulfil your
- destiny. The streams of Time must once again flow freely. But be warned that
- this newfound immortality will not last forever."
- Your race is now that of Demigod.
- The voice of the Great Mother echoes in your mind, "Your transformation is
- complete. Go and do what must be done."
- Flashing with amaranthine lightning, black smoke rolls over Nishnatoba, rising
- to form the recognisable images of gods lost to the raw power of Bal'met.
- One by one they appear, loathsome and corrupted beyond measure: the many-armed
- shade of Indrani, the darkly beautiful form of Selene, and the enraged,
- armoured shadow of Matsuhama, and more... twelve dreadful figures rise with the
- horrifying will of Bal'met.
- [Everyone trying to kill the shades.]
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- -
- 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.
- 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.
- (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.
- A sense of overwhelming loss floods you as Sarapis, the Logos, departs Creation.
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