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Kobold Cleaver wrote:
Everyone, move to this place. Say '/join rpg'. Then begin. Just say '/nick ______' whenever you post for a different character.


[i]The dracolich seemed rather alarmed by these strange words coming from the small winged woman standing before him.
"No, I don't!" He said backing up nervously. He drenched her in fire.
"Is that the best you've got?" she asked provocatively.
"No, it's not," he replied, testily. He hit her with an even more severe blast of flame.
"Why, Candle Lighter, I didn't realize you cared so much," she said with a giggle. "Now I'll have to respond in kind. As I was saying, I know something you don't know."
The dracolich backed away, alarmed. This didn't look to be going anywhere good.
A golden glow encompassed Lynora-Jill and her expression returned to normal.
"I know how to kill a goddess. It's going to make such a pretty boom."
With that she threw open the door inside her mind, violently expelling both the kobold and the goddess. She threw the goddess at the dracolich.
"Die screaming, b*tch," she said gathering the goddess's own power into a blade of divine energy and using it to pierce the goddess's heart.
The explosion was immense, although Candle Lighter teleported away just in time to avoid the worst of it. Lynora-Jill was blasted out of the sky, landing in a crumpled heap, barely clinging to life.

The kobold harrumphed and cast a cure light wounds. "And I'm not going to heal you anymore, either," he said testily.

JH rushed up and called forth vines of fast healing that surrounded the priestess and healed her wounds. Her eyes opened blearily and she asked faintly, "Did it work?"

"Yes, it worked," the kobold snapped. "That was a stupid risk you took. What if it hadn't worked? What then?"
"This from the idiot that thought giving me the goddess's powers was a good idea!" she snapped back.
The kobold was nattering on with some cloaked gentleman about this not being over.
"Well, it's over for me," she said firmly. "All I want to do is go home, to the Clubhouse. Candle Lighter is your problem now."

This is my best transcription of events in the chatroom for those who were unable to be there for some reason.


*As he finishes off the latest batch of Defectives to fight him, Kiba finds he is near The Bard*
"Bard! I saw you're boy fall into the forest! You might want to hurry, I saw the Wraith Lord enter the fo-"
*His wolfen ears twitch as he listen intently to something in the distance. He looks at The Bard with a look a fear on his face.*
"GO NOW!! THE WRAITH LORD HAS FOUND HIM!!"
*before Kiba has even finished his sentence, The Bard has disappeared*


A slightly more literal (but longer-winded) account of the end of the battle:

Spoiler:
Thieving Wasp flies to cover, putting up wards. He awaits the explosion which will follow. He waits for Lynora to make her move before approaching
The kittens continue fighting the Defectives and Wendigoes. The battle is dire. With their new power, the Defectives are a force to be reckoned with. They badly outnumber the Kittens....
The Shamans, however, make all the difference, thus making the battle very close.

Candle Lighter chuckles, a bit nervously, at Lynora.
‹lynora-Jill› Don't you want to know what it is? she asks, pouting just a little.
Candle Lighter looks agitated. "No, I do not!"
Candle Lighter blasts her with flame hotter than a volcano.
Lynora-Jill stands there and laughs at him and his puny attempts to harm her.
The goblin minion of the Eighth Runelord squees, nervously.
Candle Lighter looks very nervous now.
‹lynora-Jill› Is that the best you can do? she says with a little giggle.
‹Candle Lighter› "No. It is not." He summons up a raging inferno to swallow her up whole.
‹Crimson Jester› Hey wasp
The Eighth Runelord, observing events, from elsewhere, bashes his head in frustration.
‹Thieving Wasp› "What?" the wasp says nervously, watching the battle.
‹Crimson Jester› How’s the haul tonight?
‹Jack Hammer› *from the distance to his buds* She is the Queen of Hot after all
‹lynora-Jill› Why, Candle Lighter, I didn't know you cared so much, she says with a knowing smile.
‹Thieving Wasp› "I haven't thieved in a while. Too busy."
‹lynora-Jill› Now I have to repay you in kind.
‹Crimson Jester› Then what’s the point?
‹Thieving Wasp› "Huh?"
‹Crimson Jester› If you can’t make profit why bother with the battle?
‹Candle Lighter› Candle Lighter glares at Lynora-Jill. "Shut up!"
‹lynora-Jill› As I was saying, "I know something you don't know."
‹Frat Jack› huh?
‹Candle Lighter› "What?"
‹Crimson Jester› "Hey Frat Jack didja bring the brewskies?"
Lynora Jill starts to glow with golden energy. The expression on her face begins to look more like her own.
‹Thieving Wasp› "Because these are my friends." Wasp says to Crimson Jester. "And I owe Kobold Cleaver this much.
‹Frat Jack› Crimson Jester, nopes, I couldn't resist and drank them all in the way here
‹Frat Jack› Sorry. Burp.
‹Jack Hammer› We have nachos, and this cool new bowl for salsa.
‹Candle Lighter› "STOP!" The dracolich begins to fly away.
‹Frat Jack› Nachos!
Frat Jack dives into the nachos.
‹lynora-Jill› "I know how to kill a goddess. You're going to have a front row seat."
She takes to the air and flies alongside the dracolich.
Candle Lighter starts to teleport away.
‹lynora-Jill› "It will make such a pretty boom. But I don't think you're going to properly appreciate it.
She throws open the door in her mind. The kobold and the goddess are forcibly expelled. The goddess is thrown at Candle Lighter.
‹lynora-Jill› "Die screaming, b@*@&"
‹Kobold Cleaver› "YOU FOOL!!" Kobold Cleaver shouts. "You have doomed us all!!"
Candle Lighter blasts the Goddess, praying that she will be weakened.
With a blade forged of pure divine energy, Lynora-Jill pierces the heart of the goddess.
‹lynora-Jill› The explosion of divine energy as the goddess is fragmented into tiny pieces is truly monumental.
‹Candle Lighter› (Just so you know, the Goddess being dead won't stop the personality thing)
Candle Lighter looks shocked. Then, he turns to Lynora.
‹Crimson Jester› Evasion.
‹Candle Lighter› "Very well. I shall depart. I shall be back...but not today."
He flies away, the speed of fire fuelling his swiftness.
‹lynora-Jill› (But what SunnyG did does, and she just used all the goddess's power to destroy her.)
‹Candle Lighter› (Yeah, but the personality thing was separate from the power, I mean.)
‹lynora-Jill› (And she had already gotten divine intervention to stop it.)
The Eighth Runelord’s goblin waves the stick in the air and the image of The Eighth Runelord appears in a sphere in the air.
‹Candle Lighter› (That was why the goddess consented to give the power to Lynora--it would have a backlash)
‹The Eighth Runelord› Was that wise? Or sensible?
Chat Beast slobbers all over the battlefield looking for souls to eat.
‹Candle Lighter› (Yeah, but that's suppression more than anything else. It's still there, and will resurface if Sunny stops helping her.)
‹The Eighth Runelord› A goddess of knowledge has likely read every gambit in the book.
‹Candle Lighter› (Which is why she gave the power, she knew taht it would be nigh-unremovable.)
‹lynora-Jill› (True, but unless the goddess starts getting reassembled, LJ is free and clear.)
‹The Eighth Runelord› What you have just done may have vanquished her for now, or simply released her, leaving us with the impression that she is vanquished.
‹The Eighth Runelord› Yes, Lynora Jill is almost certainly free of the goddess.
‹Candle Lighter› (No, because the personality wasn't linked with the goddess's fate.)
‹The Eighth Runelord› But the goddess, if she did just fake that, is also free of Lynora Jill.
‹lynora-Jill› The explosion knocks Lynora-Jill from the sky.
‹Thieving Wasp› Wasp thanks the gods. "Are you alright, Lynora?"
The Eighth Runelord snaps his fingers within the sphere, and a pile of feather quilts appear beneath Lynora Jill.
Chat Beast arm slashes out and claws at wasp.
‹Thieving Wasp› Augh!
Chat Beast attacks wasp, fiercely.
‹Thieving Wasp› Wasp blasts the beast away, using powerful and humiliating force magic.
<Chat Beast> Arrrgghhhhh.
‹lynora-Jill› Lynora-Jill is badly hurt. She looks like she is barely hanging on to life.
‹The Eighth Runelord› Kobold Cleaver: Are you free and master of your own fate again?
Chat Beast smells the blood in the air and eyes turn red.
‹Kobold Cleaver› KC hurries over to Lynora-Jill. "What you did was idiotic and rash, Lynora. Cure Light Wounds!"
Chat Beast charges towards lynora.
‹Kobold Cleaver› "I shall heal you no more, as punishment for your--
‹The Eighth Runelord› Thank Lissala for some small mercies... Rolls eyes.
‹lynora-Jill› (Well, you stabilized her anyhoo.)
‹Kobold Cleaver› "FIREBALL! Begone, creature!"
Jack Hammer rushes to where Lynora-Jill has fallen and summons vines of fast healing 5.
The Eighth Runelord sends a true strike spell forth to empower Kobold Cleaver's aim.
<Chat Beast> Fire licks all over the dark fur....smells of burnt fur is in the air and yet he still comes.
‹Kobold Cleaver› "GAH! Go back!"
‹Kobold Cleaver› Kobold Cleaver blasts the creature with boiling hot water.
Chat Beast slobbers all over Kobold Cleaver.
‹Kobold Cleaver› "EWWW!!! Get off me, you poodle!"
Lynora-Jill slowly starts to come around. She blinks up at Jack Hammer blearily. "Did it work?"
The Eighth Runelord waits for the Chat beast to give Kobold Cleaver a big friendly lick, the only fate worse than temporary death.
‹Kobold Cleaver› Kobold Cleaver glares at Lynora sternly. "Yes, perhaps, but it was foolish and idiotic. What if it hadn't worked? What then?"
‹lynora-Jill› "Says the idiot that thought it would be a good idea to give me the goddess's powers."
‹lynora-Jill› "And at least everybody is out of my head now!"
‹Kobold Cleaver› Kobold Cleaver looks sheepish. "It was the only way."
‹The Eighth Runelord› This is not over yet. Not by a long chalk.
‹The Eighth Runelord› The sounds of battle have faded from the woods.
‹The Eighth Runelord› The Wraith Lord there is vanquished.
‹Kobold Cleaver› "Of course not. The Defectives are still at large, as is Candle Lighter.”
‹The Eighth Runelord› Has anyone seen to that injured sapling girl?
‹Kobold Cleaver› The Goddess may have endured.
‹The Eighth Runelord› The goddess has almost certainly endured.
‹lynora-Jill› "Well, it's over for me. All I want to do is go home. Back to the Clubhouse. "
‹Kobold Cleaver› Not to mention that strange jaguar creature."
‹The Eighth Runelord› Right now, you need that sapling girl.
‹Kobold Cleaver› "Hmm. Soon you shall have to come back. Enjoy your days of peace, then."
‹The Eighth Runelord› Not only because she is the grand-daughter of the emeperor, who helped you.
‹Jack’s Right Hand Man› Time to get some beer.
‹Kobold Cleaver› Kobold Cleaver goes over to check the Sapling Girl's wounds.
‹The Eighth Runelord› She is important to more than nine tenths of the futures I see.
The Eighth Runelord says something, the goblin waves the stick, and the globe fades.
The goblin begins the long trudge home, muttering something under his breath which sounds like a song...
'We beat them, we won, yay!....'


With the restoration of Kobold Cleaver, the Wraith lord is sucked back into some nether dimension for now, leaving countless slain Pokemon, a large number of trees reduced to kindling, and a very frightened Rio, who was inches from death as the Wraith Lord was banished.


Wraith Lord wrote:

With the restoration of Kobold Cleaver, the Wraith lord is sucked back into some nether dimension for now, leaving countless slain Pokemon, a large number of trees reduced to kindling, and a very frightened Rio, who was inches from death as the Wraith Lord was banished.

*The Bard arrives just in time to see the Wraith Lord wink out of existance, but he is too late, Rio has bled out. Releasing a scream that can be heard for miles, The Bard unleashes pure uncontrolled magic. A flash of light erupts from the forest, leaving only a crater where Rio, his pokemon, and The Bard once stood.*

No they are not dead. You just think they are.


I meant inches from death as in 'sword zooming in for decapitation but otherwise largely unhurt' actually, but if you want to do it another way, okay.

Shadow Lodge

Charles Evans 25 wrote:

I meant inches from death as in 'sword zooming in for decapitation but otherwise largely unhurt' actually, but if you want to do it another way, okay.

I was going with: As he fell from the sky he hit a lot of branches and one lodged in his side, which came out when he hit the ground. I should have posted that when he fell, sorry.


The battlefield is littered with the wrack of war. Dead dinosaurs, wasps, Defectives, yeti and goblins lay joined together in the fraternity of death.

Here and there, pieces of black adamantium armor lie scattered. Many are embedded in the flesh of the combatants. It seems even in death the Steel Tsar was a deadly force.

Towards the forested fringe a faint sound of weeping can be heard. A small frog lies forgotten in the fray, cradling a silent pink rodent. Next to him, the battered form of a slender dryad lies silent.


The shadowy figure that had fled the field when Esmaralda arrived steps from the shadow of a tree, observing the aftermath of battle in the predawn light.

SSssss. the warp and woof tangle here, but I should be able to ...AH!

The shadowy form glides over to a nondescript Defective corpse. Kicking the ruined mutant aside, he picks up a shining gem that lay hidden under it.

Its power is strong. I can see how it came to dominate. Yesssss...

The shadowy thing moves back to the tree shadow and vanishes, leaving a weeping frog as his only witness.


Out on the battlefield a small group of yeti emerge. They are dressed in crude plate mail and carry wicked polearms with flared steel blades. At their center a yeti dressed only in a fur robe with a dragon skull helmet strides along, a large staff clutched in his hands

They pause at the scene of their leader's death.

::Do we take his body Unholy one?:: One of the mail-clad yetis rumbles in their strange hooting tongue

The robed yeti barks and hoots in reply

::No that will not be neccessary for the ritual. Merely his head will suffice::

The group of yeti cast about the ruins of the field and eventually come upon the head of Dread Lord Wendigo

::Unholy One! I have it!:: One calls out, brandishing the grisly trophy with its savaged neck.

::GOOD! Bring it here and we shall depart for the Moutains of Madness!::

The robed yeti waves his staff over his minions and they all shimmer and fade from view::


The Bard wrote:
Wraith Lord wrote:

With the restoration of Kobold Cleaver, the Wraith lord is sucked back into some nether dimension for now, leaving countless slain Pokemon, a large number of trees reduced to kindling, and a very frightened Rio, who was inches from death as the Wraith Lord was banished.

*The Bard arrives just in time to see the Wraith Lord wink out of existance, but he is too late, Rio has bled out. Releasing a scream that can be heard for miles, The Bard unleashes pure uncontrolled magic. A flash of light erupts from the forest, leaving only a crater where Rio, his pokemon, and The Bard once stood.*

No they are not dead. You just think they are.

As the smoke fades, a sad-looking kobold stands there. She sighs, taking down her wards.

"It's over." She says.
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, the Kittens are victorious. It was a terrible battle, and many dead eagles and kittens litter the area, but they have won. The Kittens begin picking up the bodies of their fallen, letting the few remaining Yetis depart.

"It's over." One of the kittens says sadly.
Candle Lighter has left, but he will be back. He has been humiliated today. Lynora proved stronger than he thought. In his cave, he muses over the best revenge, poring over his books. He lost the first round. But he will be victorious the second. He would do his best to ruin her life.


The ancient treant returns to the field of battle. The foul troll dropped off to face a slow death. The cold will battles his fires, the lack of air will strain his regeneration, and yes, the lack of anything living around him will plague his sanity.

He surveys the field, searching for that thing most dear. He spots a few vrock flying off, carrying one of their fallen. The Admiral has perished. Finally he spots her. The color of Life has fled her form. 'Spring Sapling', he cries. In a blink he is next to her, his form changing rapidly and losing substance. So many lifetimes. He cradles her to himself and both flow into the ground as one, the Emperor weeping as he goes.

A tree emerges from the ground, and blossoms to maturity. Then another, and yet another. First Ash, the Oak, then Birch, and more yet. A grove is born of the Emperor's tears. It is hallowed ground. Its wards strong. On the site of so much death, Life is born.


Jack Hammer watches as lynora-Jill is healed by the vines. How did he summon such a thing? He is a warrior, not one of those blasted spellcasters. She was so brave. She was stronger than any of them. Going into battle without fear is one thing, but going into it despite your fears is something else.

As he waits he looks at his hammer for the 1st time since he vanquished the Steel Tsar. The adamatium head is cracked. The tracings of runes broken. He no longer hears its calls in his head.

The power within him has been unlocked. He feels Life within himself.

Once LJ is strong enough they leave this place of Death.


A host of the Eighth Runelord's goblin workers arrive, and set up camp, to begin the dangerous task of cleaning up the decapods.
The sounds of their cooking, living, fighting, squabbling, and silly songs, interspersed with the occasional shriek of a goblin who puts his foot into a burrow and pays the price drift over the former battlefield.
Even the finest quality dimensional traps for retrieving decapods in are no guarantee of safety in the face of sheer goblin carelessness.


The Eighth Runelord wrote:

A host of the Eighth Runelord's goblin workers arrive, and set up camp, to begin the dangerous task of cleaning up the decapods.

The sounds of their cooking, living, fighting, squabbling, and silly songs, interspersed with the occasional shriek of a goblin who puts his foot into a burrow and pays the price drift over the former battlefield.
Even the finest quality dimensional traps for retrieving decapods in are no guarantee of safety in the face of sheer goblin carelessness.

*The Bard departs from CLub Calistria, arriving at the field of battle. Noticing the goblins helping to clean up after the fight he walks over to them*

"So your on our side now? If so , tell 8th that I apoligize for earlier. I believed him to side with our enemies, I will help remove these-decapods?-if he wishes."
*looking around he sighs*
"So little has changed since my death. I guess I should let everyone know I'm finnaly back..."
*After months of hoping all are glad to see The Bard and his son are fine, though no longer does The Bard wear his black and gold robes.*

The Exchange

Angel surveys the destruction, cursing the dark forces that prevented her from arriving in time. "I should have been here," she mutters. "I could have made a difference."


Angel of Violence wrote:
Angel surveys the destruction, cursing the dark forces that prevented her from arriving in time. "I should have been here," she mutters. "I could have made a difference."

"Or you could have been one more body to add to the pyres. Don't think on the past unless you have to. Think instead how you can help in the future."


At last, after numerous unplanned goblin limb mutilations and occasional fatalities, the onerous task of collecting and trapping every last decapod is done. Ther goblins spend a night celebrating (feasting, feasting some more, staggering around to drunkenly dance, or wave some burning sticks around, and then feasting some more, just to finish off, before falling asleep) before the next morning the Eighth Runelord arrives to retrieve them.
He spares a nod of acknowledgement to the bard.
He inspects the battlefield quite thoroughly, before departing with his servants and the decapods.


Within a small grove of trees watered by a grandfather's tears a willow sapling grows, her buds swelling and bursting forth fuzzy catkins


*The Bard watches 8th leave, then gets started weaving his magic. The bodies of his enemies boil and evaporate away. With the landscape returned to normal, he colloects the remaing parts of The Steel Tsar, putting them in a magival bag.*
"Perhaps I can use what is left of this 'Champion' to help us in later years..."
*With that he leaves, heading for the Club's arcane forge. Once he has placed wards on the forge, he turns and heads for the club's dance floor.*

The Exchange

The Bard wrote:
Angel of Violence wrote:
Angel surveys the destruction, cursing the dark forces that prevented her from arriving in time. "I should have been here," she mutters. "I could have made a difference."
"Or you could have been one more body to add to the pyres. Don't think on the past unless you have to. Think instead how you can help in the future."

"True," Angel says. "Still it is sad thats many had to die without me even having a chance to help." She turns to leave, then pauses. "I saw Rio a little bit ago. It looks as if he may have found him a girlfriend."


A skinny man dressed in fool's motley prances along the war-torn fields.

A trisket a tasket
I've got a little basket!

And indeed, the man is swinging a wicker basket on one pipe-thin arm as he skips to and fro.

He stops by a grove of trees and picks up something

Aha! I think I found a part!
Now is it spleen, liver or heart?

He looks up and sees the young willow tree. He reaches into his pouch and pulls a razor-sharp dagger

Time to let them know I'm here,
For soon I'll teach them the meaning of fear!

Carves a evil smile on the small tree, with the word 'Giggler' underneath.

Time to go, I must fly!
Many other places to try!

Skips off, not noticing the weeping sap his deep cuts have caused to roll down the willow's tender bark.


The fight that started in the Club Calistria thread has been moved to here. If you wish to know the entire story, go there.
*A blurred shape darts past them both, giving a screech that can be heard for miles. It heads straight for the creature. As it flies past, the creature turns it's heads to follow, opening wounds that had not been there before. As the blur flies back up it slows down, matching pace with Kiba. It appears a dire were-eagle has joined the fight.*
"Hey Kib's, you fighting this thing too?"


"Yeah, how did you find out about it? I thought you were on the Elemental Plane of Air. The monk on the roc is called Borgandiazo... for now anyway."


Sky Cloudgather wrote:

The fight that started in the Club Calistria thread has been moved to here. If you wish to know the entire story, go there.

*A blurred shape darts past them both, giving a screech that can be heard for miles. It heads straight for the creature. As it flies past, the creature turns it's heads to follow, opening wounds that had not been there before. As the blur flies back up it slows down, matching pace with Kiba. It appears a dire were-eagle has joined the fight.*
"Hey Kib's, you fighting this thing too?"

you wish to help slay this beast with us?

I trust you know of it's capabilities and weaknesses?


"Nope, just been slashing it with my kukri, shooting it full of arrows, and blasting it with lightning."


ok but for your sake I should tell you anyways

the Zhedal has a total of 7 seven "bodies", 6 small one large. the first small one does vrpal dmg with her claws and is weak against acid, the 2nd does piercing damage and is weak against piercing the 3rd through 5th all do magic damage and are weak against silver, hence my gauntlets, the 6th does elemental damage that changes after each attack, until it finds which one does the most dmg to you, in which case each attack following would be said element. the 7th(the big one) however I do not know the strengths or weaknesses of.

also, the 6th body cannot be destroyed until the main body is slain

now that you know, you should figure out whether you''l gang up on the main body with me and kiba or attack something else


"Thanks for the info. I'll distract it while you- um, looks like a dragon and a human beat us to it."
*Kaelar and DbJ have started to attack the Zhedal, blasting it with flame and pounding it with ice.*
Gotta go for now. I'll be on later. Sorry for having to bail like this, but my sis' is wanting on the computer.


Borgandiazo flurries the 3rd body killing it with 3 consecutive criticals

yes! Borgandiazo gets a lighting bolt tossed at him


Wasp flies through, muttering to himself and ignoring the battle.
"No, Jay, I keep telling you, do not intervene! Remember what Lynora said? 'Candle Lighter is your problem now'. Well, her pals can deal with their own problems now. KC shouldn't have bothered helping them so often. That's why he's dead."
He flies out, still muttering.


*Diving toward it, Kiba and Sky attack. Sky darts past the gaping mouths, slashing at the Zhedal, leaving wounds that won't stop bleeding. Kiba flies straight at the main body, slamming his hammer in it's face, crushing one side.

DbJ battles with the 6th with flame and claw, getting a quick bite in when he can. He finnaly kills it, though he takes many wounds from the fight.

Kaelar launches his own attacks against the 4th, sending boiling water into it's lungs then watching as it wriths in pain from the zubzero cold attacking it's water-seared lungs.*

The Exchange

Angel drops in and looks around. "Need some help," she asks the flying wolf.


the main Zhedal casts a healing spell that healls all bodies 2d20 dmg

each heals 34 health

borgandiazo pulls yet another magical item out of his pocket to summon an elder xorn to keep the Zhedal busy while he uses wholeness of body to heal himself


Angel of Violence wrote:
Angel drops in and looks around. "Need some help," she asks the flying wolf.

"I'd be glad for it."

*He thinks for a bit, then laughs and says:*
"Just don't start dancing!!

The Exchange

"Right," Angel says. She takes aim with her weapon and launches a bolt at Kiba's opponent. It hits and explodes, spreading icy frost across the creature's body.


*Sky flies past his opponent again, this time slashin out one of it's eye. The Bard slams a massive block of ice into the chest of his foe, turning the ice in it's lungs to shrapnel. Breathing will not only be painful, it will be deadly. DbJ limps over to help the monk, blasting the creature with flame.*


the roc pecks frantically at the main body, while Borgandiazo notices the the other ones writhing in pain
what is this? all we had to do was attack the main body? LAME!
Borgandiazo faints, 20 seconds later he hears a voice saying "you are now to be named Mirado Black Warrior"
the newly named monk flies towards the main body stunning it.
he flurries it while the Roc pecks at the Zhedal's face, the Elder Xorn rises from the ground to cleave the Zhedal in twain

...could this be it?......


And now for something completely different..:) Sorry for the interruption to the battle above, but I need the thread for a bit. I'll be done with it soon. Thanks.


The altar stood alone in the middle of a rocky plain. Everything that had stood here before had been destroyed by the blast of energy that was released when Ash had disrupted the binding ritual on her goddess.
Ash shifted Lyn on her shoulder. For such a little thing she sure was heavy. They approached the bloodstained altar. It was Lyn's blood of course. From when they chopped off her wings. Ash was sorry that she wasn't going to get to indulge in such prolonged infliction of pain, but it would be worth it in the end.
She flopped her unconscious sister onto the altar and fastened the manacles around her wrists and ankles. Lyn groaned as she hit the cold stone. Oh good, she was coming to. This was going to be so much more fun if Lyn was awake to feel pain.

Seem familiar, sis, she said mockingly. Just so you know, this is going to hurt. A lot.

Liberty's Edge

"I suggest that you hurry this along," Ethisa says. "My Lord Momus wishes me to inform you that Lynora's allies have defeated the forces you left behind and will soon discover your ruse. If you wish to do this, you must do it now."


The hag pulled out a thick tome and began to read from it. She would occasionally pull out a small jug of some unknown substance and flick it over the girl chained to the altar. Lynora-Jill screamed as the slow process of ripping away her divine protections began. It was music to the hag's ears.


Lynora-Jill had screamed until she had no voice left to scream with, and still the ritual dragged on. Her wrists and ankles were sore from fighting against the grip of the manacles. Tears trickled from her eyes. It hurt so much. She drifted in and out of consciousness.


The brat had finally passed out. But that was alright. She'd suffered plenty first. Better get this finished up before the cavalry arrived. Ash helped the bookkeeper assemble the pieces of the goddess into a complete form, waiting only for Lyn's blood to bring her back to life.


A crack of thunder shakes the ground as JH enters thru the gate. He looks upon the scene and says not a word. He heads straight towards Ash, holding his hammer instead of hurling it. Both his eyes and those of the hammer's sculpted heads glow a bright green.


As Warforged enters the realm he focusses on the Bookkeeper, the evil within her and the tome compelling him forward. He channels positive energy thru his axe, first aiming at the unholy tome.

*in Celestial* You shall earn me my name, evil crone.


Devlyn comes through Hiding in Plain Sight, with the extra benefits of Emperor7's spells from earlier, as well as his nondetection and blank aura effects. He starts making his way to the altar, watching out for wards and more mundane defenses, hoping that the distratcion from Jack and the others will buy him enough time...


The hag quickly conjures up a half dozen shades to protect her from the coming assault, and tries to move even more quickly to the end of the ritual.


Ash steps forward, drawing her flaming scimitar as she squares off with Jack Hammer.
Bring it, big guy, she says saucily


Alaina emerges from the portal and heads directly to Ash.

You and me have some unfinished business 'friend'...

Alaina uncoils her Wasp whip and streaks it over to the Erinyes' wings, taking feathers off

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