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Game Master Tacticslion

She laughs, softly, though it turns into a wracking cough. Once recovered she says, "From wherever you've brought our people - from wherever your throne as prince is."

She looks at your eyes. "You care so much. The most valuable of treasures. Please, return your steed to yourself, and kiss me." she asks.

Presuming you do - Mope has his reservations, but is more than willing to go with you - the following:

Usawoti feels the warmth of a summer day as winter showers pour a pleasant chill. Spring. Winter. Sunny days. Lightning. Her breath, her lips, bring him places of wild natural beauty and brilliance.

And when he opens his eyes, Usawoti finds himself on a mountainside. Hundreds of giants of all descriptions are arriving.

Inarus is gone.

Iya-iya is gone.

That world of darkness is gone.

Yeye is gone.

And Usawoti stands alone on a mountainside surrounded by giants, a hawk on his shoulder, a steed on his chest, a mephit in his backpack, and a very ornate - surprisingly quiet - plant (or jewelry, it's hard to tell) on his hand, bearing a tightly packed snowball.

He was there, his presence, his health. And now you are alone.

Iya-iya speaks, then, "Di͞d.̧.́.̀ ͘is śome͏on̨e missi̸ng?̶" she mutters, softly, aloud.

She shakes her head, then says to your mind, "I think we're almost through! ͘It seems it really worked! ̵The last of the giantkin are almost through the portals, the youngest are all saved, and I'm heading through myself, as you asked." she notes.̵

"͝You've done it, Inarus! You've saved ever-" she begins, then nothing.

Iya-iya is gone.

Inarus can still feel his followers... out there... somewhere... but whatever connection he'd once held to Iya-iya has suddenly been severed. Just like Usawoti.

It is, suddenly, just Inarus.

Alone.

"What the-?!" Inarus yells out through the mental link. "Iya-Iya! Whats happening out there?! Where are you?!"

'Was it my fault? Was it because I asked her to stay to ensure all the giants got through that something got her?'Thoughts rapidly flit through his mind. 'Stop woolgathering Inarus,' he berates himself "You can't change what has already happened. The key is to find her quickly'

He quickly uses Wish to duplicate Greater scrying, trying to trace Iya-iya's whereabouts.

Greater scrying functions through planes.

Outside of distress, she is well.

’Why does this feel like goodbye. I cannot believe that it is. She said she would join me, so I must not despair.’ Holding on to his beloved, He calls out, ”Mope to me.” He then leans in and kisses her gently at first. Wrapping his arms tighter around her, pressing his lips as they lingering on hers. Attempting to remember this moment: the sound of her voice, the curve of her shoulder, the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips… and she is gone.

He opens his eyes, Usawoti finds himself on a mountainside. Hundreds of giants of all descriptions are arriving. Straightening the armor they gave him he quickly calls out, pointing to several giants. ”You fellows, go, quickly gather the elders, chiefs and officers. I must speak to them. If they ask who, tell them “I am the one they called Susulakun, who has brought them to his world. Tell them Dishadraluongg has sacrificed himself for their survival and the Coven perished defeating the servants of Cyth-V'sug. Yephima, my betroved has sent me with you to guide you here in my world. Tell them to hurry we must be organized, to preserve the life that remains.”

He then points to a gentle rise, of rocks. ”Tell them to meet me there.”

I’m assuming the giants will do as told. If you need a diplomacy roll, just shoot me now.

He then turns, as he moves away, gently putting the ball of snow into his pouch. ’I hope this will be ok in there. he then asks Mope. ’My old friend, I would probably look more regal if I am mounted would you mind?’

As Mope manifests, he mounts and begins to rides ’Speaking of preserving life, ’ Quigaz’ir’Eter , Lady, are you still with me, I know the jewelry remains. But are you whole?’

Rubbing his armor, imagining he should be able to feel the ‘eternal seed’ ’I will be able to keep my promise to a few. ’Eternal Seed, are you still with me. This is a place you will want to see.’

When he arrives on the rock pile He pats Mope on the neck, Thank you my friend, I will have another task for you when we are done meeting with the elders.’

Sliding down off of the horses back, he removes his pack setting it behind him and carefully opens it, speaking to the Mephit within. ”Do not worry my friend, I have not forgotten about you. Tomorrow morning you will be restored.”

He then removes the magical bags from the saddlehorn and begins unpacking the items, laying them out for all to see. ’I should probably determine what magical qualities these items have before I give them away. That way I give the better items to the higher ranking leaders.’

He then removes his pack setting it behind him and carefully opens it, speaking to the Mephit within. ”Do not worry my friend, I have not forgotten about you. Tomorrow morning you will be restored.”

As the first Giants begin to arrive, Usawoti tells them. ”Array yourself by tribes and ranks. I would know who I am speaking to.”

When the giants are done gathering. Usawoti calls out in a firm voice that carries on the gentle wind. ”I am the one you called Susulakun. In this world I am called Usawoti. This is the world that Dishadraluongg and I came from. He has sacrificed himself to open the portals that allowed you to come here. The Coven perished defeating the servants of Cyth-V'sug, they are no more. Yephima, my betroved has sent me with you to guide you here in my world. It is her plan and desire to join us soon. She has declared I am to be your prince for fifty nine years.”

He looks around the crowd, as solemnly as possible ”Any who do not accept Yephima’s decree will be declared outlaw. When I am finished with them they will wish that they had return through the portal to experience the hell-fire that Dishadraluongg will call down on that accursed dimension.”

He pauses for a moment for effect. ”That would be a terrible shame, for her people have suffered greatly and it was her desire for you to come to this world with me and live in relative peace.”

He waives at the treasure at his feet. ”This is the treasure horde from the coven. A true prince gifts his loyal followers. The armor and other items will be given to those I deem worthy, the remaining wealth will be used to purchase those things we cannot supply for our selves.”

He then looks around and nods to the large frost giant standing hear. ”we will need to know how many have made it through the portal, what their skills are and what they were able to bring with them. But first, I would know the names of the elders and chieftains.”

so conversation time, don’t really need to know all the details. If you want to narrate or if you want to list stuff and talk it out either is fine with me.

Inarus casts message spell through Greater Scrying link. "Iya-iya! Are you all right?" His words tumble out in a rush. "Our communication was suddenly cut off and I felt you dissappear from my mind. I was worried so I scryed on you using the scale."

"I'm with you now."He assures her, through the greater Scrying link. "Do you know where you are at the present so that I can see if there's a way to get you to Golarion?"

She looks around, unable to find your sensor.

"Ri͠gh͝t̛. Wh̨er̀e I ͞am͜." she says.

She looks around. "I͘ a͞pp҉ea͠r̡ ͘t̵o ͠be i̛n ̛ano̧the͝r wòr͟l͢d ͝e̡n͜tir̴ely.҉ ̀It ís.͢.̛.̸ o͞bnoxio͢us҉ly̨ brig̵h͘ţ." She closes her eyes and twists away, swaying, slightly. "T̢he̵r̛e is ̵s͏ơm̨e s͘ort̕ o̕f ͠fiery͠ ba̶l͡l ͞ab̧o̵ve̸,̴ t͝h͘ough ͞i̵t͘ ́d͝oèşn҉'̵t f̕all͢. I͏t ̧is͘.͠.̸. ͏d͞i͜zz͝i̵nģl͏y ҉l̵a͠rge͠ śṕace͢ -̴ al̴m̸o͏st na҉ưse̴a͠t̴i̡ng,̨ ͝r̶e͞all̷y̡." she says.

Squinting, she peers around. "To̕o͟ ̶m̷an̸ý gre̕e͘ns͘. ́L͏o͡ts ̕of̡ ̵plant̕s̀, ͏I b͏eli̴ev̀e̛.̴ T̡he̷ s͡ub̛s̸ta͠n͡ce ͢you'͡v҉e ça͝ll͠ed̕..̴.͏ ̕s͢t̸o͞n̢e?́" she scuffs the ground. "E͏ar̡t͏h. Dirt,͝ that ́i̢s̶." she squints around, clearly has a bout of mild dizziness looking up, then looks down again. "See҉m͠s ̶lik̴è ͢it̴ ̶w͘o̸rk̛ed͝.̡ ҉Di̶d.͠.̵.͢ ̴pas͏sin͠g ̨th̕ro͟u͝gh ͞th̴e ͠pǫr҉t̶al sev̸er̛ ͜ou͝r ̀con̴n̛e͠ct̵ion͡?" she asks.

”Perhaps – but I’ll need to verify it properly. Do you see any of the others from the tower?” Inarus looks through the sensor just to see if he can verify if Iya-Iya has gotten to Golarion. ”I may need to leave you for a while, and scry on the others – to check if they made it through safely as well.” He tells her.

Inarus looks through the scrying sensor to see if it is truly on Golarion that Iya-Iya ended on, and which part of Golarion it is, if it is so.

"Excellent. Now gather around the sensor, I have words of wisdom to impart." He then proceeds to teach his followers how to live harmoniously with the natives of Golarion, the dos and don'ts of social interactions(like for succubuses - no walking into town without disguising themselves as a humanoid first),how to get along in the wild. Then he tells them he hopes to see them stay in contact with each other, and to pop here every Sunday for their weekly mass gathering to report how they're doing in Golarion, so that he can advise them on any problems they may encounter. He also describes all natural phenomenon in Golarion, like the sun, the tides, the changes from day to night in detail. Last of all, he tells them to live their lives happy and free, and wishes them all the best in their new lives.

Take 10 for knowledge for all categories, minimum roll is 33

After all his followers have been dismissed, he turns his attention to Usawoti, using greater Scrying on him.

Probably he gets a roll to save since I didn't get a part of him

"Usawoti - did you make it out?"

limited wish = 7th, +4, +10 = 21?

As an aside, limited wish shouldn't cover greater scrying, as you're not in "your" realm, you're in the tower... but I don't care enough to enforce it at this point in the story. We're working on denouement. Inarus will likely find the particular ability to communicate in this manner fading, as time goes on, until he can (if he can) return to his realm, again.

It takes quite a bit of time to talk with all of your followers in that fashion. Eventually, you realize that you can simply will the gist to them, and organize many of them to speak with each other, and pass the information along more efficiently.

They will begin to follow the mandates...

I'm going to presuppose you try repeatedly with Usawoti until you confirm he's fine. Also, you can read the two spoilers for Usawoti, below.

"[b]you will need assistance and we will give it though it means that we will be... tired" she says. "[i]though we will sleep now we will be with you and aid you as long as we are allowed" she says.

We'll just say that Inarus used limited wish for Scrying - the effects are the same. Just need to refresh every 20 min

The following spells have a 5% chance per caster level of operating through the sensor: detect chaos, detect evil, detect good, detect law, detect magic, and message.

At CL 20,the chance is 100%,so message works =)

My [url=http://paizo.com/campaigns/ThisIsANonCampaignToTestStuff/gameplay&page=21#1036] Forcecage DC was originally 34. So technically 32, but I took a whole lot of stat drain. Or not. We never worked that one out. Anyway not on same plane so he gets +5 to will save

earlier
I forgot about Shuuvu
Lifting his hawk gently off of his shoulder he nudges the raptor into the sky. "Fly and hunt my friend, it has been too long. I will be here with the giants, come back when you have had your fill of mice and rabbits."

jewelery
Usawoti cannot resist a smile as 'the Ladies' ??? speak. Making his voice as light as possible. 'Oh, you mean I have an opinion now? Rest now friend. I will not make you leave. You have earned the right to make your own decisions. But we will need to speak with our friend 'the eternal seed.'

ES
As the 'Eternal Seed' *schplorks* out of the armor Usawoti nods, "Welcome to my world friend. I hope that it is all you desired it to be. I must stay with the Giants and I assume you will want to explore and find a suitable home. I only ask that before you leave you speak with me again so I can introduce you to my friend Quigaz’ir’Eter, she seemed very interested in you when we first met."

Mope
Before the Giants finish gathering, Usawoti caresses the pouch to see if he can feel the cold of the snow ball through the leather bag. Walking over to his backpack, he reaches in, winking at the Mephit. "Pardon me." Drawing out his Dandy Brush, he moves to Mope and begins to brush the stallion as he works from neck to back to flank. He asks. "Mope you heard what Yeye said, we need to find a warm spring to cast the snow into. It needs to be near enough that we can travel there within seven days. Will you go search for one, my oldest friend?"
did the 'geography check indicate that here were heated springs nearby?

The reason I wanted 'the lady' to speak to 'the eternal seed' I was going to ask her if she wanted to leave with the seed. They are of a similar nature and should be able to form a symbiotic relationship where she can be part of a new culture. A home and a family, so to speak. She was a prisoner of the 'dimension' as much as the giants were. Also, as long as the giants don't try and kill Usawoti in the next few minutes he should be fine without her.

Now
Looking around, 'Well that was an odd feeling, I wonder what it was.

He discovers that, though his powers are much greater, he loses almost all access to anything beyond his tower, with only minimal access to the realm beyond - and, though it is beautiful in its own way, infinite cycles of destructive energy of all kinds raging across in a kaleidoscope of coruscating colors of cleansing energy eventually gets a little boring - few times does he ever bother to check on them.

From his experiences within the plane, days pass instead of seconds, lifetimes instead of hours, millennia instead of days, eons and epochs beyond counting instead of weeks.

And so his legend was formed.

In the immediate apocalypse at the "cleansing" of the plane, Inarus used his influence to guard those few still living, and guide them across the seas to the tower, and to his realms, to find a place to live. Some died anyway, but most survived, and Inarus would come to be known as the Glorious Guardian of Forever among the remaining survivors, and those in his realm. Over the years, his three layers become sacred places, free from true sin, but permitted as protected paradises, with clarity and honor. The future generations there would launch periodic forays into the other floors, becoming known among the generations of those places as the rough equivalent of adventuring celestials, purging the unclean, and saving those who could or would follow the tenets of the King of the Heavens.

Abundance.
Righteous Fury.
Fertility.

Air for soothing breath.
Flames for healing warmth.
Frost for preservation and protection.

Passionate freedom, tempered only by the rules of morality slowly spreads throughout an immeasurably powerful tower once devoted only to sin, as does the veneration of the spirit dragon and his patron.

And then one day, many eons hence, he hears a voice.

As he sleeps, Inarus does something exceptionally peculiar... he dreams. He's not sure why this is peculiar. After all, he's dreamed before. But somehow, this is different.
"शुभकामनाएं, बच्चे" says a voice.
"تحياتي، طفل." it echos.
"ברכות, ילד."
"Салом, кўдак."
"Salamu, mtoto."
<It is saying, 'Greetings, child.'>

"आपके दुख के लिए मैं क्षमा चाहता हूं आपने अच्छी तरह से किया है, हालांकि।"
"أنا آسف على معاناتك. لقد فعلت جيدا، ومع ذلك."
"אני מצטער על סבלך. עשית טוב, עם זאת."
"Ман барои чӣ шуморо ранҷ медиҳад пушаймон ҳастам. Шумо хуб анҷом додаанд, вале."
"Nasikitika kwa mateso yako. Umefanya vizuri, hata hivyo."
<It continues, 'I am sorry for your suffering. You have done well, however.'>

"आपके पास - जानबूझकर या नहीं - मेरे नाम पर बहुत कुछ किया इसके लिए, मैं आपको धन्यवाद करता हूँ।"
"لديك - عن علم أو لا - فعلت الكثير في اسمي. لهذا، أشكركم."
"יש לך - ביודעין או לא - לעשות הרבה בשמי. לשם כך, אני מודה לך."
"Шумо - дониста ё не - хеле амал ба исми Ман. Барои ин ба шумо ташаккур."
"Una - kwa kujua au la - kufanyika sana katika jina langu. Kwa hiyo, nakushukuru."
<The voice explains, 'You have - knowingly or not - done much in my name. For this, I thank you.'>

"मैं तुम्हें एक इनाम देने की तलाश करता हूं"
"أسعى لإعطائك مكافأة."
"אני מבקש לתת לך פרס."
"Ман кӯшиш кунед, аҷре дод."
"I kutafuta kukupa zawadi."
<Benevolence emanates, as it continues, 'I seek to give you a reward.'>

"मैं तुम्हें आराम दे दूँगा"
"أود أن أعطيك الراحة."
"אני אתן לך מנוחה."
"Ман туро ором мебахшам."
"Napenda kukupumzika."
<She speaks, so gently. 'I would give you rest.'>

"यदि आप स्वीकार करते हैं, तो मैं आपकी कर्तव्यों को पूरा करूँगा और आपका वर्तमान स्वरूप एक पहलू - एक अवतार - अपने आप में बदल जाएगा।"
"إذا قبلت، سوف أتسلم واجباتك وسوف يتحول شكلك الحالي إلى جانب - صورة رمزية - بنفسي."
"אם אתה מקבל, אני אקח את החובות שלך ואת הטופס הנוכחי שלך יהפוך היבט - אוואטר - של עצמי."
"Агар шумо қабул кунед, ман вазифаҳои худро иҷро мекунам ва формати ҳозираи шумо ба як ҷанбаи табдил табдил меёбад."
"Ikiwa unakubali, nitachukua majukumu yako na fomu yako ya sasa itabadilika kuwa sehemu - avatar - mwenyewe."
<She explains, 'If you accept, I will take over your duties and your current form will transform into an aspect - an avatar - of myself.'>

"आप अपनी मां की गले में वापस आ जाएंगे और एक समय के लिए सो सकते हैं, और फिर अपने दोस्तों के साथ एक नए जीवन में, एक नई दुनिया में फिर से जुड़ें।"
"سوف تعود إلى احتضان أمك والنوم لبعض الوقت، ومن ثم انضمامه مع أصدقائك في حياة جديدة، عالم جديد."
"אתם תחזרו לחיבוק אמכם ותישנו זמן מה, ואז תתחברו עם החברים שלכם לחיים חדשים, עולם חדש."
"Шумо ба анбӯҳи модаратон бармегардед ва дар як вақт хобед ва сипас бо дӯстони худ дар ҳаёти нав, дунёи нав ҳамроҳ шавед."
"Wewe utarudi kukumbatia mama yako na kulala kwa wakati, na kisha utaunganishwa na marafiki zako katika maisha mapya, dunia mpya."
<'You will you will return to your mother's embrace and sleep for a time, and then be rejoined with your friends in a new life, a new world.'>

"एक वास्तविक दुनिया, और सच है, इस बार"
"عالم حقيقي، وصحيح، وهذه المرة."
"עולם אמיתי, נכון, הפעם."
"Ҳаёти воқеӣ, ва ин ҳақиқат."
"Dunia halisi, na kweli, wakati huu."
<'A real world, and true, this time.'>

"एक जीवन जो आपकी खुद की है"
"حياة خاصة بك."
"חיים משלך."
"Ҳаёти шахсии шумо."
"Maisha ambayo ni yako mwenyewe."
<'A life that is your own.'>

"मैंने आपके लिए पहले से ही ऐसा ही किया है, अपने झुंड को आजादी के लिए मार्गदर्शक बनाते हुए - आपके इरादे वाले दृष्टि से - जब आप उपस्थित नहीं कर सकते"
"لقد فعلت مماثلة بالنسبة لك بالفعل، وتوجيه قطيعك إلى الاستقلال - لرؤيتك المقصود -، عندما لا يمكنك جعل المظهر."
"אני כבר עשיתי דומה לך כבר, המנחה את הצאן לעצמאות - לחזון המיועד שלך, כאשר אתה לא יכול לעשות את המראה."
"Ман аллакай ба шумо монанд карда будам, рамзи худро ба истиқлолият роҳнамоӣ мекунам - ба рӯъёи худ, - вақте ки шумо намоиш дода наметавонед."
"Nimefanya sawa na wewe tayari, unaongoza kundi lako kwa uhuru - kwa maono yako yaliyokusudiwa -, wakati huwezi kuonekana."
<'I have done similar for you already, guiding your flock to independence – to your intended vision –, as you cannot make appearance.'>

I am she of wings.

DO YOU ACCEPT?

In the center of this green ringed depression sits a relatively massive and lovely warm pool of pure and sparkling water, fed by icemelt from the edges of the ring, as well as a large series of small waterfalls at one end, themselves clearly hot, as they cut through the ice. Water, it seems, sinks into the earth under the pool, probably to be emitted in several streams and wells lower in the mountain. In the center of the pool is a lushly overgrown (yet low) island with a clearly burbling hotspring pushing up from the center, leaving hot streams moving into the larger body of water in which it sits.

"Di'n't I tell ya, boss? I found a good place for this."

This, clearly, is a sacred place - prayers to the spirits of nature, the Azghat, ancestors of your people (both Shriikiiri Quah and giantkin), and all their gods are in order before entering such a locale. The proper religious rites observed, sacred music sung, and elements followed, Mope walks you carefully down the hill, and steps carefully on the water, bringing you to the central island. The eternal seeds wait amidst the shrubbery with Toos, though the Ladies continue to be borne on your arm. Shuuvu rests on your shoulder, at peace.

"Di'n't I tell ya, boss? I found a good place for this." brags Mope, slightly, before nodding, letting you off on the central island, and, with a quick word to Shuuvu (apparently encouraging the bird to fly back to the ring for privacy) vanishes onto your flesh to give you the most privacy possible when you have many eyes and other sensors keeping watch, expectantly.

Inarus does his best to shield the remaining of his followers, feeling a pang of pain and regret for each life snuffed out. He feels a small measure of pride as his followers cleanse the tower of sin. 'At least that's something good I've managed to do in this world, and this place is paradise.'

"Goddess, I am glad that my actions have pleased you. With Great Power comes Great Responsibility. I am honored to serve the Light, like I always have and always will strive to do."He answers.'Does that mean I can finally be free of this place?' A wild surge of hope blossoms in Inarus's chest, which he quickly quells down. 'She needs to know the whole deal.' "I would gladly accept the rest and being free of this place to live a life of my own, on provision that you do not find the burden of my duty onerous, for every gift must be made freely."

'This is a good place, I can't imagine any better.' Usawoti pats Mope on the neck. "I could not imagine a better place my friend." Releasing Shuuvu to the skies and waiting for Mope to vanish, he draws the snowball from his pouch and kissing it, throws it into the spring.

"कोई बोझ नहीं है - केवल शांति"
"ليس هناك أي عبء - السلام فقط."
"אין שלום - רק שלום."
"Ягон бор нест - танҳо сулҳ."
"Hakuna mzigo - amani tu."
<'There is no burden - only peace.'>

"आपके बलिदान ने यह संभव बना दिया है"
"لقد جعلت تضحياتكم هذا ممكنا."
"הקורבן שלך עשה את זה אפשרי."
"Ин қурбонии шумо имконпазир аст."
"Sadaka yako imefanya hivyo iwezekanavyo."
<'Your sacrifice has made this possible.'>

"आपकी स्वतंत्रता आपकी है, क्या आप चाहें?"
"حريتك هي الخاصة بك، إذا كنت ترغب في ذلك."
"החופש שלך הוא שלך, אם תרצה."
"Озодии шумо худи шумо аст, агар шумо мехоҳед."
"Uhuru wako ni wako mwenyewe, unapotaka."
<'Your freedom is your own, should you wish.'>

"तुमने अच्छे से किया।"
"لقد أحسنت."
"עשית היטב."
"Шумо хуб кор кардаед."
"Umefanya vizuri."
<'You have done well.'>

"चेतावनी दीजिए, हालांकि"
"ولكن حذر من ذلك."
"הזהיר, עם זאת."
"Вале огоҳ бошад."
"Uelewe, hata hivyo."
<'Be warned, however.'>

"मेरी सहायता करके, आपने हमेशा से बुराई की दुश्मनी बनायी है"
"من خلال مساعدتي، كنت قد جعلت إلى الأبد عداوات الشر."
"ללא שם: על-ידי סיוע לי, ללא שם: יש לך עשה עוינות של הרוע."
"Бо кӯмаки ман, шумо ҳамеша тоқати бадиро ба вуҷуд овардаед."
"Kwa kunisaidia, umefanya uadui kwa milele."
<'By aiding me, you have forever made enmities of evil.'>

"यहां, आप सुरक्षित हैं"
"هنا، أنت آمن."
"הנה, אתה בטוח."
"Ин ҷо шумо бехатар ҳастед."
"Hapa, wewe ni salama."
<'Here, you are safe.'>

"वहां, आप नहीं होंगे"
"هناك، لن تكون."
"שם, אתה לא תהיה."
"Дар он ҷо, шумо намехоҳед."
"Huko, huwezi kuwa."
<'There, you will not be.'>

"लेकिन आप मुफ्त हो जाएगा"
"ولكن سوف تكون حرة."
"אבל אתה תהיה חופשי."
"Аммо шумо озод хоҳед буд."
"Lakini utakuwa huru."
<'But you will be free.'>

DO YOU ACCEPT?

It is Yeye. She is doesn't move, for a moment.

Then, she stirs, and stands, rising from the water.

"It worked." she whispers. "I have returned."

OK, waiting for the other foot to fall here. Is she bound to the fountain, only going to be here for a short time or only able to come once a year? Or is the jewelry going to jump up and kill their lifelong enemy and her betrothed? Tell me it isn't going to be this easy...

Though she was never as powerful, as glorious, in many ways - having been diminished in the destruction she was freed from - she was his and he was hers.

Together, the two of them ruled the giants for 57 years, before retirement back to the Shriikiri Quah (her accepting a reduction in height to do so). They were welcomed with open arms by their people, and together, under Usawoti's (sometimes reluctant) leadership, built a lasting truce between the restored giantkin and the shriikiri quah that actively persisted for well over three hundred years, and remains in the memories of the people still.

And, together, they had many sons and daughters, some who remained with the giants, and some with the hawk clan.

And Usawoti was gathered to his ancestors, as Mope was passed down through the generations of the Shriikiri Quah, revered as a hero by many races, and father (on two sides) of the race of half-giants who still live within the world to this day.

It was one day after his retirement that the Eternal Seeds left, and Usawoti found his jewelry gone as well. Nonetheless, both of his people continued to have enhanced fertility and abundance for many years to come.

Usawoti was outlived by his wife, who never seemed to age, though her spirit seemed to pass on with him. One day, her great grandchildren looked around to find her missing. She remains a legend among the people of the hawk (and many giants) to this day.

As with all legends, the truth of such things was distorted and changed, made "new truth" by generations in each new telling. And so it was.

And then, one day, around six-hundred years thereafter, a descendant of that man, a descendant named Navarre.

THE END

"I accept." Inarus says gravely.

He wandered for a time in a heaven above heaven, a Nirvana of glory, and in wild Elysian fields and forests and terrain. He knew many things, many glories.

He saw his mother, at long last, she who had borne and raised him; who, upon seeing him once again, ran to him and embraced him. They spent perhaps an eon together, simply admiring different sunsets, and another sampling different dishes from across the glories of paradise.

He saw his Mother, the Harborwing who had known him and loved him far before he had ever conceived of becoming the half-orc-turned-dragon once known as "Inarus;" she taught and guided and played with him, and showed him many wonders, and the exact pattern his life had played out, and how he had taken demons and turned them into angels*.

* Figuratively.

He was even granted leave to eventually find his father - a man who had turned into a tiny host of pathetic, disgusting, mewling things with no thought or mind, much less recollection, though one vaguely recalled once siring a son, though it cared for nothing but reveling in endless slaughter - it was a life destined to be cut short in its current track. There was no comfort in this, only a pathetic soul that would never amount to more than what it had achieved, but what it had achieved, through little fault of its own, was this: siring a man who would change the worlds for the better.

Inarus saw many of his "children" and their "children" as well - those who followed him through death and into life, once again. Mephits and dragons and former demons and the children they spawned with each other and others, besides.

And so, Inarus lived and moved and experienced.

Then, one day, an inestimably long time, later, and an incalculably short time later, he felt the gentle warmth of his mother's shadow, as well as his Mother's shadow.

"यह समय है, मेरे प्यारे बेटे"
"حان الوقت، يا ابن الحبيب."
"הגיע הזמן, בני האהוב."
"Ин вақт, писари маҳбуби ман аст."
"Ni wakati, mwanangu mpendwa."
<'It is time, my beloved son.' says your Mother.>

"Time to be free." says your mother. "Time to be yourself in a way you were never allowed. You may pick who you will start as, and in that time you will choose who you become. And you will always be welcome here, again, should you choose to return.."

"हमेशा याद रखें: आप प्यार करते हैं"
"تذكر دائما: أنت محبوب."
"זכרו תמיד: אתם נאהבים."
"Ҳамеша дар хотир доред: шумо дӯст медоред."
"Daima kumbuka: unapendwa."
<'Always remember: you are loved.'>

And so it was, with two kisses, and many hugs and farewells, that the one once named Inarus entered back into the eternal stream of life, plunging into that deep pool from an incalculable height, and following to where his heart lead him, racing through the streams and rivers and the essence of life to find new birth, once again...

THE END