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The writhing form of the Lawgiver manages, with apparently great effort, to lift itself to a largely upright position, its twisted limbs contorting with strain at the uncomfortable exertion.
Faalcuun lifts his jagged claws slightly in something like a gesture of benediction, and emits a cacophonous wheeze before being able to speak once again,
"By the great powers of this vessel, I anoint you for the task at hand."
He then speaks in a deep, booming voice in the unknown tongue which he earlier employed with Nalcaros.
It seems, for a moment, as if the storm has gathered again, for something like a shadow passes over the sky, which belies the intense light, as if the sun were somehow re-lit at midday from some previously hidden reservoir of flame.
The top of the vast structure appears to hover slightly above its moorings, and it quickly becomes apparent that it is separating into four panels whose dis-aggregation now permits the unfettered entrance of the sun's rays.
Curiously, they seem to hover as if by levitation, for they are no longer attached to the slender black plinth which, heretofore, had seemed to be the sole support for the Pavilion's immense pyramidal awning.
The slender pylon begins to absorb the crimson rays, and its black color somehow deepens even further, becoming a kind of halo as it beings to, in some unknowable fashion, overflow in shadows.
Faalcuun's throne then begins to absorb the same energies, followed by the Lawkeeper himself.
He raises his misshapen, triangular head, which now pulses with the same awful energies.
One, by one, he emits a bolt of brilliant magenta and ebony flames from his gibbous maw, the energy striking each of the assembled company individually, and enshrouding them in the power of the Pavilion.
A deafening crackling sound, something like a thunderclap and a firework at once, accompanies each of Faalcuun's supernatural emissions.
With the passage of a few moments, the halo of multi-colored fire evaporates, leaving only a warm, residual glow.
Each of the party feels somehow increased in stature, stronger and more ready for the great task ahead.