The Age of Suffering - Salvation

[Malchaeius]

This is the close of the Age of Suffering RP plot. As usual, the text has been slightly edited for grammar, spelling and presentation.

ACT I - The Rift of Perdition

Setting: Rheydin

Background: The Demon Lord Malchaeius has ruled over Aabahran with an iron fist of misery for twenty years - ever since the alignment of the moons. Having pilfered the Orb of Yaegar, an ancient elven artifact of war constructed to stop another Cataclysm, Malchaeius stands nigh unstoppable.

Reality ripples strangely around, and within moments, the winds themselves

cease to blow.

[Annihilation.] The word knifes through your mind as you are greeted with the

familiar demonic voice that has been ever present throughout the Age of Suffering.

[Do you still continue to forsake your master?] Taunts the demonic voice.

You send a thunderbolt to smite Aelleor!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Whimble!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Valadar!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Elrondiir!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Andrion!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Gurlkean!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Loren!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Scorvale!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Zhokril!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Heiqen!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Anume!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Constance!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Dirmin!

You send a thunderbolt to smite Onvergeef!

Your mind is wracked with pain as you can hear the acidic laughter of the Demon Lord permeate throughout Aabahran.

One by one, all of the major rifts of Aabahran begin to converge.

In the eternally dark skies that have plagued Aabahran for nearly twenty years, you see the rifts converge to form a vortex of epic proportions.

The Central Commons

[Exits: north east south west]

A Nexus Gateway crackles with hellish heat and unholy magics.

The Grey Banner of the city of Rheydin stands tall here.

The official Tribunal Roll Call has been posted here.

A massive marble fountain bubbles forth with water here.

(Humming) Pulsating with wild energies the Nexus Rift is here.

Loren the Evil Lord is here, sitting astride a white charger.

(Invisible) Onvergeef the Student of Air is here.

A demonic rat scurries about, eyes blazing red in color.

(White Aura) Scorvale the Angel of Arcana is here, sitting astride a white stallion.

(Charmed) A savage Alsatian bares its teeth and growls menacingly.

Heiqen the Tateken is here.

Constance the Trapper is here.

(Charmed) Valadar's dracolich stands here reeking of death.

(WANTED) Valadar the Count, Chosen Blade of Anume is here, sitting astride the Dracolich.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'It is time.'

Heiqen snaps his head upwards.

Anume appears right behind you.

You drop the Rift of Perdition.

Loren shivers uncomfortably.

Scorvale whistles appreciatively.

Constance shivers uncomfortably.

Zhokril appears in a swirling mist.

Scorvale grins evilly.

Valadar moves to stand beside Anume, awaiting her command.

Constance says 'Greetings Divine ones.'

The frigid air causes Constance's breath to coalesce into fog.

'Ze powers that be play with us mere toys, ja...' Heiqen whispers to himself, still maintaining his distance.

Scorvale leans on her staff, admiring the rift, and sudden presence of many.

Anume stares at the Rift with rapt attention.

A trembling, anticipating hand of Heiqen accidentally squeezes out the rest of the blood within his hypodermic needle as he observes.

You broadcast 'Lady Anume. You know what this means for you.'

Scorvale waits in seemingly overwhelming anticipation.

You broadcast 'He shall return once again.'

Anume says, softly, almost to faint go hear 'HE comes. I can feel his call.

Anume stares deeper into the Rift.

Valadar crosses his arms, the mark upon his brow burning brightly with a vicious blue flame.

You broadcast 'This Orb is nearly ready to proceed.'

Scorvale widens her eyes in rapt engagement to the rift.

Heiqen's eyes raise towards the darkened skies - perhaps in anticipation of the evening?

Malchaeius turns his eyes heavenward, and grins as he gazes at his work.

You broadcast 'The Elves.'

You broadcast 'Do they never quit?'

[Malchaeius]

ACT II - The Second Coming

Sensing a possible disturbance, the Demon Lord leaves to gather information upon the Elves. Through his extensive network of spies, he learns that they have indeed prepared a counter offensive. Wishing to waste no more time, the Cacophony of Turmoil returns to see his plan through.

Through the Rift of Perdition that hangs above Rheydin, a strange shadow can be seen!

A bright light, appears from north of Rheydin, in the vicinity of the Elves!

The Central Commons

[Exits: north east south west]

A Nexus Gateway crackles with hellish heat and unholy magics.

(Glowing) The Rift of Perdition, a LARGE Multi-Planar Rift, hangs above the city

The Grey Banner of the city of Rheydin stands tall here.

The official Tribunal Roll Call has been posted here.

A massive marble fountain bubbles forth with water here.

Khaan is resting here.

(Charmed) (White Aura) the Blood Guard is sleeping here.

(White Aura) Dirmin the Holy Knight is here.

(WANTED) (Pink Aura) (White Aura) Valadar the Count, Chosen Blade of Anume is here.

Scorvale the Angel of Arcana is here, sitting astride a white stallion.

(White Aura) Aelleor the Holy Patriarch of Healing is here in a watchtower.

(Anume) Anume is here, dressed for Battle.

The Town Crier stands here ready to give directions.

Zhokril the Ethereal Timewraith, Channeler of the Mystic is here.

Loren the Evil Lord is here, sitting astride a white charger.

(Invisible) Onvergeef the Student of Air is here.

(Charmed) A savage Alsatian bares its teeth and growls menacingly.

Heiqen the Tateken is here.

Constance the Trapper is here.

You frown disapprovingly.

Dirmin's eyes shoot towards Valadar. 'Hush.'

Valadar drinks blood from a massive marble fountain.

You broadcast 'Futile.'

Dirmin staggers backwards from you.

look aelleor

A tall, slender elf is here. His body is draped in a series of robes.

On the bottom, a set of deep magenta robes, lined with gold thread, and

emblazoned on the sleeves with the white triangle of Valmiran, lined in gold

thread. The second set of robes is not as wide as the first, leaving the

bottom robes exposed and visible on the sides. The inner and second set are

a deep, blood red. An even thinner set is set in gold, and a thinner one

still set in brilliant, glowing white. These robes, when combined, using

their various weaves, create a giant triangle of threading, separate still

into three pointed quadrilateral shapes, with a word written into each one

in the common tongue, "Order", "Purity", "Compassion". While the robes look

very brilliant and elaborate, they also seem to be quite old with some very

distinctive creases in them.

The elf himself is very tall and slender, with fair skin, an ordinary

looking face, blue eyes, a clean face devoid of any hint of facial hair, and

long, blonde hair that hangs down to his waist in a straight flow. Upon his

forearms, he wears some dark black vambraces. Blacker than black and shiny,

the material known as obsidian keeps all light to itself as it mimics a

perfect dark. Upon the outer edges of these vambraces is emblazoned that

same symbol, a glowing white triangle, with gold trim. The white is not

just white, but seems to have been enchanted to glow.

He is an experienced explorer.

Aelleor is in excellent condition.

Aelleor is using:

(Glowing) (Humming) The Orb of the Lunar Mistresses

Constance nods at Aelleor.

Valadar says 'you will properly cower before the lord and lady of entropy..'

A War Golem yells 'You will pay for your crimes Valadar!'

A War Golem seems to change in size and shape to match Valadar's.

Valadar's cleave MANGLES A War Golem!

Valadar's cleave MANGLES A War Golem!

Valadar's cleave MANGLES A War Golem!

A gruesome mask comes to life, twisting into a look of pure evil and terror!

You broadcast 'I heard rumors of another Orb.'

Anume slays A War Golem in cold blood!

A War Golem's fingers are severed from its hand.

Dirmin growls.

Constance says 'All the orbs you can muster will fail.'

The frigid air causes Constance's breath to coalesce into fog.

Anume says, 'Hush, I will have no fighting disturb this moment of holiness.

You broadcast 'Be a good slave and hand that over to your master.'

You peer intently at Aelleor.

Dirmin steps in front of Aelleor.

Dirmin raises his Fire lance, pushing it between him, and you.

The High Guardian of Shasarazade says 'No!'

The frigid air causes The High Guardian of Shasarazade's breath to coalesce into fog.

Heiqen kneels down before the de-activated War Golem, though keeping his eyes on the exchange.

Scorvale waits patiently.

Aelleor looks at The High Guardian of Shasarazade.

Scorvale looks at The Archmage Tuo.

The High Guardian of Shasarazade yells 'You will pay for your crimes Valadar!'

The High Guardian of Shasarazade's pound hits Valadar.

The High Guardian of Shasarazade's pound hits Valadar.

*Yay!* Go The High Guardian of Shasarazade!!! Loren cheers him on.

Valadar's cleave misses The High Guardian of Shasarazade.

Valadar's cleave maims The High Guardian of Shasarazade!

Valadar mutters something quietly to himself.

Constance says 'The elves have come to end this event.'

The frigid air causes Constance's breath to coalesce into fog.

Heiqen looks at Princess Orelinde.

Dirmin says 'Princess.'

The frigid air causes Dirmin's breath to coalesce into fog.

Constance kneels respectfully before Princess Orelinde.

Princess Orelinde stares with a fierceness that belies her proper background.

Aelleor checks the strap securing the orb to his body, and then reinforces it with another strand of rope, and then mutters, 'Will someone tell me what is going on...I can feel the orb's power...'

Valadar smirks.

Scorvale grins evilly.

An old, powerful voice can be heard through the Rift, as if coming from a great distance, 'I feel you, my child, like a beacon you burn in this world.'

You broadcast 'Now the cowardess shows.'

Constance says 'The orbs power will destroy the rifts.'

The frigid air causes Constance's breath to coalesce into fog.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Ignorant, even now, of your own place in this.'

You can see Dirmin roll his eyes.

Princess Orelinde says 'Aelleor! You must activate the Orb!'

The frigid air causes Princess Orelinde's breath to coalesce into fog.

Zhokril whispers in the tongue of the Ancients, conjuring a protective shell about Aelleor.

You broadcast 'Aelleor, if you move, I will kill you.'

An old, powerful voice can be heard through the Rift, as if coming from a great distance, 'You lead the way, my Avatar.'

Valadar looks at Anume.

Aelleor looks at the Princess, and says, 'Tell me what to do.'

You broadcast 'Time Wraith! You intercede on their behalf?!'

Anume shudders slightly, but stays in her kneeling position beside the Rift.

Zhokril emanates in a voice of no emotion, 'I will not have you wreak havoc on the

Stream's stability; not this way.'

Malchaeius turns the Orb of Yaegar towards the Rift of Perdition! A powerful column of energy shoots forth, and enhances the rift, causing it to grow LARGER!

Constance nods at Zhokril.

Dirmin looks at you.

Palwen curtseys gracefully.

Scorvale snorts derisively.

Aelleor looks at the orb, then at Malchaeius, and says, 'I've spent my life battling death. Wins, Losses, Stalemates. If you think, after all that, I fear anything you can do to me, you fail to understand the core of who I am.'

The Archmage Tuo says 'Speak the ancient words, "T'kelli Motria" and aim it towards the rift!'

The frigid air causes The Archmage Tuo's breath to coalesce into fog.

Palwen peers around herself intently.

Heiqen leans forward expectantly, watching with wide eyes.

An old, powerful voice can be heard through the Rift, this time sounding much nearer, 'The beacon is brighter now, prepare the way for my arrival, my Servant.

Scorvale growls.

Dirmin lowers his lance, slightly, as he looks at the Tuo.

Dirmin says 'Do it, Aelleor.'

The frigid air causes Dirmin's breath to coalesce into fog.

Palwen nods at Aelleor.

Aelleor aims the orb, and practically screams, T'kelli Motria!'

Dirmin grips his weapon tighter. 'That thing does NOT belong here.'

Constance speaks the words 'T'kelli Motria' towards the rift.

A beam of energy shoots forth from the Orb of the Lunar Mistresses and crosses with the energy from the Orb of Yaegar!

Aelleor yells 'T'kelli Motria!'

Valadar watches intently, his grey eyes glimmering with a metallic shine.

Scorvale grins to herself smugly as she looks critically at her fingernails.

Palwen blinks innocently.

Anume says, 'NO' and stands, absorbing the beam instead.

Valadar snarls at Aelleor.

The chest of the Demon Lord heaves upwards and downwards as the energy from the

Orb of Yaegar is clearly beginning to dwarf that of the Orb of the Lunar Mistresses!

The Archmage Tuo says 'Bah! It is not powerful enough!'

The frigid air causes The Archmage Tuo's breath to coalesce into fog.

[Malchaeius]

ACT III - Deception and Duplicity

The valiant efforts of the Elves seemed doomed to fail. How could a group of untrained stand against the might of two Gods? With the Power emerging from the Rift of Perdition - one that the Demon Lord sought to enslave to his will - followed by a legion of demons the size of which has never been seen before, Aabahran stood on the edge of a perilous cliff - a complete return to the entropy from which it was birthed.

Valadar leaps to Anume's side, blade drawn, his fangs flaring.

Dirmin narrows his eyes at Valadar. 'Step back. Now!'

Princess Orelinde places both of her tiny hands on Aelleor's shoulders to aid!

Aelleor braces his body, and closes his eyes in concentration.

The Archmage Tuo says 'Aid him!'

The frigid air causes The Archmage Tuo's breath to coalesce into fog.

Palwen places her hands upon Aelleor.

Anume turns around, facing the Rift once more.

Anume shudders slightly.

Constance stands next to Lord Aelleor.

Onvergeef flies over to Aelleor, and places his hands upon him.

Scorvale moves nearer Valadar, her staff gripped with white knuckles.

From within the Rift, countless demons and other nefarious enemies can be seen, itching to be fully released.

Valadar moves to step into the light, taking a portion of it upon himself as it is consumed by the mark upon his brow.

Onvergeef says 'We will help you, Aelleor..'

The frigid air causes Onvergeef's breath to coalesce into fog.

Aelleor drops his weapon, and his shield, and focuses on the orb. He opens his eyes and stares at the beam, without blinking.

Khaan places his massive hands upon Aelleor and prays.

Dirmin growls a word of battle.

Valadar holds the haft of the oversized bloody scythe in his hands and chants a ritual, 'Ultionis contentus per cruor'

Another figure, vaguely familiar, and shrouded in shadows steps through the crowd of demons and attempts to force his way through into Aabahran!

Scorvale throws back her head and cackles with insane glee!

Anume screams, 'NOW!

You broadcast 'Your Orb will not be enough. Cease this foolishness.'

Aelleor begins muttering under his breath, but stops, and says to Malchaeius, 'You, first.'

Anume turns and steps behind Aelleor, her figure blazing with all her concentrated power.

You broadcast 'What?!'

Anume says, 'Valadar, aid him.

Constance says 'We can and will not allow this to happen. We support Lord Aelleor and Elves.'

The frigid air causes Constance's breath to coalesce into fog.

You broadcast 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!'

Valadar places his hands upon the healers shoulder

Palwen moves closer to Aelleor, trying to protect him with her body.

Palwen says 'you will not touch him.'

The frigid air causes Palwen's breath to coalesce into fog.

Anume puts her hands on Aelleors back, pouring her power through him right into the ORB.

Zhokril chants in a carrying voice, a whip of raw magic appearing in his hand, his eyes trained upon the immense figure struggling within the Rift.

Valadar says 'Vigoratus be Nex Bona unto you.'

The frigid air causes Valadar's breath to coalesce into fog.

Anume screams, 'NOW! CLOSE IT!

With the aid of Anume's astronomical power, as well as that of Zhokril and the vampire, The Orb of the Lunar Mistresses triples in power!

You broadcast 'NOOOOOOOOOO!'

Palwen boggles at the concept.

Anume closes her eyes, pouring all of her power through Aelleor into the orb.

Zhokril turns and lashes the whip not at the Rift, but at the beam of energy from the Orb of Yaegar.

Aelleor begins muttering under his breath, but stops, shocked by what is happening.

From within the Rift, the figure that was halfway through screams in sheer agony!

You broadcast 'NOOOOOO!'

Valadar seems to wither as his own dark energy is consumed by the light coming from the orb, feeding it.

The surge of power destroys the Orb of Yaegar!

Aelleor catches himself staring, and simply closing his eyes, continuing his efforts, and then re-gathering them, at full force.

Anume yells 'NO LONGER, NOT EVER AGAIN!'

Valadar snarls ,'Do not Falter, Aelleor!'

Anume yells 'NOT EVER AGAIN WILL I HAVE A MASTER!'

The figure within the Rift of Perdition is destroyed in blaze of ethereal energy!

Constance shows her approval by clapping her hands together.

You broadcast 'You worthless...'

Anume stares at the figure halfway through the Rift with loathing.

The Archmage Tuo says 'Throw it in!'

The frigid air causes The Archmage Tuo's breath to coalesce into fog.

Aelleor falls to his knees in exhaustion, panting.

The Archmage Tuo says 'Throw it into the rift to destroy it forever!'

The frigid air causes The Archmage Tuo's breath to coalesce into fog.

Onvergeef says 'Aelleor! Do it!'

The frigid air causes Onvergeef's breath to coalesce into fog.

Palwen nods at Aelleor.

Valadar lets out a vicious snarl as the blood of the forsaken pours from his hands enforcing Aelleor, giving him strength.

Aelleor staggers a bit, and speaks, 'Th...throw what...? Th-that seems...'

Constance places her hand on Aelleor's left shoulder.

The Archmage Tuo says 'WE MUST DESTROY THIS RIFT!'

The frigid air causes The Archmage Tuo's breath to coalesce into fog.

Princess Orelinde braces Aelleor's body with all of her might. 'Do it..'

Aelleor removes the binding around the orb, and throws it with his whole body, into it.

Malchaeius extends a dark tentacle towards the Orb of the Lunar Mistresses as it flies into the Rift of Perdition! But it is too late.

KA-BOOOOOOOOM! The Massive rift that hangs over Aabahran collapses into itself before exploding into outwards! The figure within it, as well as the massive army of demons are instantly eradicated!

Anume laughs, almost hysterically and collapses, her powers spent.

Valadar grins viciously as pain washes over him.

The shockwave of the explosion is unimaginable!

Onvergeef winces in agony.

Heiqen coughs up blood, and it spatters against the inside of the thin cloth mask covering his mouth.

Constance beams a smile at Aelleor.

Anume repeats, 'No longer, not ever again.

Anume says, 'You have done well, my Blade.

The Central Commons

[Exits: north east south west]

A Nexus Gateway crackles with hellish heat and unholy magics.

The Grey Banner of the city of Rheydin stands tall here.

The official Tribunal Roll Call has been posted here.

A massive marble fountain bubbles forth with water here.

(Gradrel) A large horned beast is here, snorting at you.

Aelleor the Holy Patriarch of Healing is here.

(White Aura) Elrondiir the Templar Captain is here.

Aundar is resting here.

Vingorde the Apprentice of Magic is here.

(Translucent) (White Aura) Palwen the Counselor of the Righteous Brotherhood is here.

The Town Crier stands here ready to give directions.

(WANTED) (White Aura) Valadar the Count, Chosen Blade of Anume is here.

(White Aura) A resolute elven woman stands regally before you.

(White Aura) The Archmage Tuo, loyal half-elven advisor to the Duke, stands here.

Khaan the Curate is here.

(Charmed) (White Aura) the Blood Guard is sleeping here.

(White Aura) Dirmin the Holy Knight is here, sitting astride the Goliath.

(Translucent) (White Aura) Scorvale the Angel of Arcana is here, sitting astride a white stallion.

(Anume) Anume is here, dressed for Battle.

Zhokril the Ethereal Timewraith, Channeler of the Mystic is here.

Loren is resting here.

(Invisible) Onvergeef the Student of Air is here.

(Charmed) A savage Alsatian bares its teeth and growls menacingly.

Heiqen the Tateken is here.

Constance the Trapper is here.

The shockwave of the explosion clears the skies above you!

Valadar says 'it is my duty to serve you, I shall never falter in it.'

The frigid air causes Valadar's breath to coalesce into fog.

For the first time in over twenty years, the sky is fully visible!

Onvergeef looks up into the sky.

Valadar snarls angrily.

Palwen looks up into the sky.

Scorvale looks up into the sky.

Aelleor staggers around a bit, before muttering, 'Is...is it over?', then, coughing, 'Did...we do it?'

Onvergeef beams a smile at Aelleor.

Palwen stares up into the sky.

Khaan scans the horizon.

Onvergeef says 'You did..'

The frigid air causes Onvergeef's breath to coalesce into fog.

Valadar turns to Aelleor.

Palwen beams a smile at Aelleor.

Anume says, 'We did.' and chuckles.

Constance smiles as a part of nature's beauty is finally revealed above.

Valadar says 'you see, Aelleor, you cannot comprehend the convoluted nature of the rift.'

The frigid air causes Valadar's breath to coalesce into fog.

A mental blast of unrestrained ANGER nearly deafens you - The Demon Lord is beyond livid.

Anume flinches in obvious pain... you wonder what she did THIS time.

Anume raises and takes a step back.

You broadcast 'Anume!'

Ghromni looks at Gradrel.

Ghromni walks over and stands next to Gradrel.

Shekka yells out his warcry.

Shekka yells 'Sting and flay, with the tail of the Sand Devil!'

Constance curtseys gracefully to Gradrel.

Anume says, 'Do you not see?! He would have tried to rule over you as well!

Malchaeius slams a fist into the granite water fountain, causing it to erupt into millions of pieces upon impact.

Valadar moves once more to stand at Anume's side, leaving his place behind Aelleor.

Anume raises her chin defiantly.

You draw your weapons.

You wield Abizaz the Ravager of Worlds.

You wield Zabutryn the Blade of Pandemonium in your off-hand.

Malchaeius glares at Anume, the fire around his eyes burning blue, and covering nearly half of his visage.

Anume says, 'Such is his nature, that he seeks to best everyone!

You broadcast 'You betrayed me.'

You broadcast 'At such a crucial moment.'

You broadcast 'You AIDED them!'

Anume snorts. 'You did not know what you were doing, inviting such as HIM.

You broadcast 'He would be mine to control.'

Anume says, 'Do you think he would have been controllable? He was not the last time he walked this plane.

Anume says, 'He would have absorbed me, like so much food and then turned to you.

Heiqen looks at Koviaem.

Aelleor stands back up, gathers his mental powers, and closes his eyes, re-gathering his stamina, says to Dirmin, 'Who...what? Do...they,..speak...'

You broadcast 'Now He has been destroyed, along with a sizeable portion of my army.'

Unfolding his arms, Dirmin leans towards Aelleor. 'They fight over betrayal. Imagine that.'

Anume suddenly laughs. 'So be proud of me. Am I not an excellent disciple.

Anume says, 'Fear. Hatred. Betrayal.

Malchaeius places Abizaz upon the neck of Anume.

You broadcast 'Yes.'

You broadcast 'Well done.'

Anume purses her lips but does not flinch.

Malchaeius removes the blade and sheathes it.

You broadcast 'Indeed you have my student. There is nothing else that I can teach you.'

Tnaris walks in.

A Gigantic Crab walks in.

Anume rubs her neck.

Tnaris looks at Anume.

For the first time in nearly a quarter of a century - Aabahran's sun can be fully seen, its red rays distributing much needed warmth.

Anume turns to Tnaris, 'He is gone. Destroyed.

Anume laughs at Tnaris mercilessly.

Onvergeef says 'Sun..'

The frigid air causes Onvergeef's breath to coalesce into fog.

Tnaris peers intently at Anume.

Shekka says 'huh ... huh ... stingin'?'

The frigid air causes Shekka's breath to coalesce into fog.

Onvergeef says 'Beautiful warmth..'

The frigid air causes Onvergeef's breath to coalesce into fog.

Valadar pulls his hood low over his eyes, covering his flesh.

Koviaem looks upwards and shields his eyes from the brightness.

Aelleor mutters, and says, 'I...still...don't...under...stand...

Aelleor says, 'W...what has happened?'

You broadcast 'His energy is now yours.'

Tnaris looks at you.

You broadcast 'But know that the red rays will burn your children as well.'

Anume nods, 'So they will. But I am willing to pay that price for freedom.

Ghromni raises an eyebrow.

Ghromni boggles at the concept.

Tnaris screams loudly!

Koviaem says 'you sacrifice them..'

The frigid air causes Koviaem's breath to coalesce into fog.

Koviaem nods.

Tnaris says 'No...'

The frigid air causes Tnaris's breath to coalesce into fog.

You broadcast 'And freedom from Sirant is finally yours.'

You broadcast 'At the cost of MY Age.'

Tnaris scans all around.

You broadcast 'Know that there will be repercussions. '

You broadcast 'The day is yours.'

You broadcast 'And to a lesser extent. Theirs.'

Malchaeius opens a clawed hand to indicate those gathered.

Palwen peers around herself intently.

Anume chuckles, 'How it must sting them to be rescued by the likes of me and my undead blade.

Valadar grins evilly.

You broadcast 'Yes. Ironic.'

Anume says, 'That alone, is amusing.

Koviaem grins maliciously.

Shekka says 'that's whut sun is for'

The frigid air causes Shekka's breath to coalesce into fog.

Shekka says 'get back the stingin''

The frigid air causes Shekka's breath to coalesce into fog.

Koviaem raises an eyebrow at Shekka's weird actions.

Shekka says 'on his pale arse'

The frigid air causes Shekka's breath to coalesce into fog.

You broadcast 'This is a minor setback.'

Shekka nudges Valadar.

Koviaem tells you 'The work shall continue...'

Zhokril floats a distance from Malchaeius, looking pensieve.

You broadcast 'I will not leave empty handed however.'

Tnaris tells you 'So Anume betrayed you..'

Scorvale grins evilly.

You gesture, and a slavering demon appears. With a horrible grin, the foul creature turns on Aelleor, who screams in panic before being eaten alive.

You hear Aelleor's death cry.

Scorvale chortles mischievously.

Shammee smirks.

Anume watches, chuckling.

Valadar says 'now to take back the life I gave to you.'

The frigid air causes Valadar's breath to coalesce into fog.

Malchaeius gathers his leathery wings about him, and fades into nothingness - his eyes quite set in anger.

Gardok says 'The air smells clean and the sky is so beautiful, Gaia is pretty happy I am sure.'

The frigid air causes Gardok's breath to coalesce into fog.

[Malchaeius]

Epilogue - What Dawn Brings

The red dawn brings much needed warmth to Aabahran. The rays of the sun illuminates the once eternal darkness. While the moment touches the very soul of some, the hearts of others are beyond the power such potent imagery. While one rejoices, another laments - such is the way of Aabahran. Ultimately for the two, the dawn brings the same thing: opportunity.

Princess Orelinde sighs.

Anume's form pulses slowly as not only her own power slowly is restored but the power left on this side of the Rift, freed by Sirant's death, is added to hers.

Gardok says 'The sky above must have exploded to clear the air of suffering.'

The frigid air causes Gardok's breath to coalesce into fog.

Princess Orelinde says 'We have won for now.. but my people must return to the task of rebuilding.'

The frigid air causes Princess Orelinde's breath to coalesce into fog.

Anume says, 'Finally.

Anume is gone with a malicious chuckle.

Gardok nods at Princess Orelinde.

The Archmage Tuo says 'I am getting too old for this..'

The frigid air causes The Archmage Tuo's breath to coalesce into fog.

Dirmin grumbles, before sheathing his weapon and leaving.

Dirmin says 'Tuo, Princess..'

The frigid air causes Dirmin's breath to coalesce into fog.

Dirmin says 'Thank you.'

The frigid air causes Dirmin's breath to coalesce into fog.

Princess Orelinde nods.

Princess Orelinde says 'Come Archmage, our people need us.'

The frigid air causes Princess Orelinde's breath to coalesce into fog.

*

Tnaris tells you 'And God ...Will you seek revenge?'

You project to Tnaris 'She will be punished.'

Tnaris tells you 'She has betrayed me as well. Slain Sirant, my only worth.. I want vengeance.'

Tnaris tells you 'When the time comes, for her punishment. I want to be there. I want to help.'

You project to Tnaris 'So it shall be.'