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- [ Aan'lier comes to make an attempt to take Blu, the Cyrenian Guadian]
- Aan'lier's head has been chomped off by Patroklos's jack-in-the-box.
- A shriek of childish panic echoes over Cyrene, the terrified tones resounding of
- the looming mountains to create a cacophony of frenzied echoes.
- [Agith'tai then makes an attempt]
- A satisfied lullabye lilts over the world.
- Relief fills you as the somnolent tones of the Litany directed have no effect
- upon yourself. In spite of her thrall state, a child's whimper, an extraordinary
- act of defiance, can be heard.
- [ Roughly a hundred people die to Litany]
- With Agith'tai's repellent act accomplished, the strange song ceases.
- [Tenith'oru paces within the lab of Cyrene]
- Tenith'oru paces impatiently back and forth.
- Tenith'oru says, ".... offering protection."
- Tenith'oru spits on the ground in disgust.
- Tenith'oru creases his brow in a frown.
- Kosuira's scream resounds again, this time as much psychic as sound as the
- girl's helpless form is forced beyond a ruby barrier.
- [ It's discovered that Kosuira has been taken away by Agith'tai, to a place beyond an impenetrable barrier.]
- The violence of the mental strain shatters the child sorceress' psyche, the
- power unleashed submitting all to partake in her torture, ensuring all bear
- witness through her tortured eyes.
- Tenith'oru barely chokes back a gasp, attempting to conceal any emotion.
- Tenith'oru gives a pained sigh.
- [Tenith'oru leaves Cyrene, making his way to the lower levels of Azdun]
- A carnivorous lycopod has plunged the finely shredded remains of Felicia into
- its acidic secretions. [Bye Felicia]
- A scream of anguish reverberates up through the earth from the lower levels of
- Azdun dungeon.
- [Great skittering noise of spiders is heard in the lower Azdun levels as the fog is pushed back]
- A scream of anguish reverberates up through the earth from the lower levels of
- Azdun dungeon. [Second one]
- Unphased by the ruddy barrier, Tenith'oru steps into the chamber, a scythe of
- darkness manifesting in his hand between one step and the next.
- The Blue Fang seems entirely unconcerned, studying the broken form of Kosuira,
- not sparing his elder even the briefest glance.
- Letting loose a snarl, Tenith'oru closes with Agith'tai, swinging his scythe two-
- handed at the Tsol'teth's unguarded head.
- Agith'tai casually steps aside into a shadow, rematerialising behind Tenith'oru
- and sending him sprawling with a savage blow from the haft of his weapon.
- Grey light flares around Tenith'oru, and he is suddenly on his feet again, blade
- coming down in a devastating overhand blow from Agith'tai's blindspot.
- Contorting his body in an unnatural display of flexibility, Agith'tai allows the
- strike to pass scant inches in front of him, the power-wrought blade striking a
- shower of sparks from the stone floor of the chamber.
- The two exchange a flurry of strikes, but Agith'tai is clearly the superior
- warrior; his form flawless while Tenith'oru slows moment by moment.
- Agith'tai is a blur of motion, scythe striking beyond the ability of any mortal
- fighter to perceive. There seems almost to be multiple versions of him as he
- attacks his adversary from every angle.
- As Tenith'oru stumbles back under the relentless assault, Agith'tai lashes out
- with his free hand, ebon claws of shadow raking twin furrows down the face of
- the elderly Tsol'teth. The wounds steam, black smoke rising from the incisions.
- The harsh whisper of Agith'tai provokes instinctive terror as it glides across
- the realm, "Divine Death did die by my design. You, a nameless castoff, thought
- yourself my better? You thought to come here and pit yourself against a true
- scion of Agith'maal?"
- Slowly, almost wonderingly, Tenith'oru lifts a pale fingered hand to touch the
- blood streaming down his face. A manic gleam enters his eyes, and he steps clear
- of his would-be executioner.
- In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "Your
- better?"
- Tenith'oru contemptuously tosses his scythe to the ground at Agith'tai's feet.
- In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "You are
- insignificant."
- The aged Tsol'teth lets his cloak fall to the ground, revealing him in all his
- frailty. Near-skeletal thin, bones protrude, casting stark shadows across his
- near-translucent skin.
- Even as the dark cloth flutters to the ground, Tenith'oru reaches his hand to
- the side, an oppressive weight descending upon Achaea.
- In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "You have
- taken from me, aberration. Taken what is mine. You are but a mewling sibling
- disported in castoffs."
- In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "I have
- burned the world for less."
- In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "I claim my
- birthright. Come to me, my curse. I command it."
- A golden glow begins to shine within Tenith'oru's empty hand, his face twisting
- into a rictus of fury even as he becomes suffused with youth.
- Agith'tai seems suddenly alarmed, he lunges forward, weapon poised to open
- Tenith'oru's throat.
- In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "Obey!"
- A hush falls over Achaea as the golden glow coalesces, a long staff of wood
- forming in Tenith'oru's grasp. With reflexes far surpassing what he had achieved
- previously, the Tsol'teth parries aside Agith'tai's thrust, driving the Blue
- Fang away with an almost negligent flick of the Staff of Nicator.
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "I conquered death before your forefathers had even
- conceived the notion was possible."
- Even as Seleucar's Doom spoke, the staff in his grasp changed beneath his hands;
- its length twisted and bent, writhing in its summoner's iron grip, striations of
- darkness replaced gilded grain, the mottled patches of Tsol'teth power growing
- and roiling, even the diamonds at its head exploded, one after another, like
- firecrackers.
- The wielded power blasts away the robes from the ancient Tsol'teth revealing the
- features not seen for centuries. His skin is pure grey, like clouds on a sunless
- day, his armour is blackened iron, carved in demonic patterns, and his cold red
- eyes burn with hatred.
- The harsh whisper of Agith'tai provokes instinctive terror as it glides across
- the realm, "... Morain-doma."
- The half rajamala lowers his weapon, a mad laughter bubbling up from within his
- throat.
- The harsh whisper of Agith'tai provokes instinctive terror as it glides across
- the realm, "It is true! Perfection is within reach!"
- Parni deSangre raises the Staff of Nicator, levelling it at the exultant
- Tsol'teth.
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "End."
- Without fanfare, Agith'tai disintegrates under the staff's unleashed power, the
- only remnant of him the echoes of his laughter that slowly fade from the
- underhalls of Azdun.
- Having done the unthinkable, Parni deSangre has annihilated Agith'tai from
- existence, both body and soul alike.
- The spread of the Tide falters, the flow ebbing to a halt.
- As the final echoes of Agith'tai's laughter fade, Parni hurries to the broken
- form of Kosuira. A mere twitch of the Staff of Nicator turn her shackles to dust,
- and he scoops her into his arms.
- Glancing around Agith'tai's tomb for a final time, Parni makes a cutting motion
- with the symbol of his office, the tip of the staff tracing a doorway in mid air
- that looks out upon the Sangre Plains.
- Parni and Kosuira pass through the portal, the gateway sealing behind them
- without visible input from its creator.
- [A handful of people perish at a mere glance from Parni deSangre.]
- <I did not arrive in time to catch his first words. If you have them, please message me.>
- Parni deSangre says, "Is it now too late?"
- Parni deSangre says, "But you were my light among a world of shadows. I would
- burn Seleucar twice over to spare you this end."
- The Child Sorceress Kosuira has succumbed to her wounds upon the deSangre Plains.
- Parni pauses, staring down at the corpse in his arms. Slowly, the ancient man
- turns his face to the skies.
- Parni deSangre says, "I believed losing my right to die was the worst the Logos
- could curse me with."
- Parni deSangre says, "I was wrong."
- You see Parni deSangre shout, "I refuse to be robbed again!"
- The last spawn of Nicator raises the staff above his head, madness clearly
- written upon his face.
- You see Parni deSangre shout, "Take them, so that she may live! A feast for
- Death!"
- The Staff blazes incandescent in his grasp, a twisting streak of liquid light
- that bathes the deSangre Plains in a judgmental glow.
- You feel your life draining from you, age encroaching at a terrifying rate. Your
- muscles grow weak and your thoughts clouded even as Kosuira draws breath once
- more.
- [ People start getting younger as their life is drained by Parni's spell.]
- A ragged scream of loss tears from Parni's time-ravaged throat as he casts
- caution aside and throws open his own mind.
- A jolt of power wracks your body as you are thrown into a torrent of memory and
- sensation. All is clouded with an agonising grief and an utter grey of
- loneliness, lit only by a gleaming strand of ice blue hope.
- Inept at the meld you bear mute witness as the telltale threads of Kosuira and
- Parni deSangre finally share. Without pride or shame you witness all, the fall
- of Seleucar, a child's relief at being rescued in the snow, lives shared in
- lessons, in cold caves.
- Kosuira's tiny hand shifts, pale knuckles whitening as she briefly squeezes
- Parni's slender fingers.
- As the stolen life is expended, Kosuira once again slips into death, leaving the
- mad Emperor without a kingdom to grieve alone upon his namesake's plains.
- You feel your life draining from you, age encroaching at a terrifying rate. Your
- muscles grow weak and your thoughts clouded even as Kosuira draws breath once
- more.
- The Child Sorceress Kosuira has slipped into death eternal.
- Leaning heavily on the Staff of Nicator, Parni stands and stares down at the
- corpse of his apprentice.
- Parni deSangre says, "They have played us well indeed."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "Hear me, Tsol'teth!"
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "No-one ever accused Parni deSangre of not understanding
- spite."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "You struck at me for daring to teach mine the arts that I
- have more right to than your bastard amalgamations."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "You left me to live in the light, scorned by and absent of
- the melds you share."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "And yet I am your blueprint?"
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "I think not."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "I shall unwind all you have accomplished. I will share
- your secrets. You too will feel the glaring light of loss."
- As the grieving wielder raises the Staff of Nicator, you feel a great pressure
- weighing down upon your mind. For a single, terrible instant, Parni deSangre
- holds the entirety of Achaea in a meld, their minds linked to his in a steely
- vice.
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "I gift you knowledge, Achaea. Do with it what you will."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "Take command of the shadows. The forbidden arts of bending
- time to one's will. The lost art of Terminus."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "The arts of the Depthswalker, as passed down by the
- Overlords three."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "Maybe one of you will survive."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "As for you, my abhorrent kin..."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "Enjoy these, your final days of mortality."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "I shall tear down all that you have built."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "From your greatest warriors to the lowliest child."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "As before, so it will be again, naught but rubble will
- remain."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "Achaea, your ignorance will not frustrate my vengeance."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "These Tsol'teth are driven not by rage or madness."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "Clear purpose and calculated risk incite their every move.
- "
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "The Blue Fang spoke of the Endbringer's doom through his
- determined plots."
- Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
- throughout Creation, "The Blue Fang spoke of the Endbringer's doom through his
- determined plots."
- You look on in astonishment as the corpse of Kosuira, the child sorceress fades
- away into the ether.
- With a sweeping gesture of his Staff, Parni deSangre creates a mausoleum of ice
- to entomb the frail remains of his protege.
- Parni deSangre says, "I have no more stomach for this parade. I shall go home,
- and then, into the dark."
- With a weary sigh, Parni deSangre releases the Staff of Nicator, allowing it to fall to the ground.
- Drawing himself up to his full height, Parni deSangre speaks a terrible word of
- power and fades from existence.
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