You shout, "Holy Boyo...what's the void's happening?"

Hajamin's body splits asunder sickeningly, revealing an impossibly formed and
gargantuan creature within, a coiling serpent-like mass of teeth, wings, eyes,
limbs, and tentacles with the barest hints of a humanoid shape that dwarfs the
tallest mountains of the Basin.

You shout, "Eeep!"

Wuylinfe, Vestian Rain shouts, "Oh, good job."

Serenguard Shaddai shouts, "Oh great..."

Apprentice Alleria Fireweaver shouts, "Oh my..."

The creature's swarm of voices cleaves the air in twain, and in an instant
Terentia, the Even Bladed, appears next to it, a grim look on Her face and the
twin broadswords Verity and Judgement clutched in Her hands. She launches into
a flurry of sword strikes that pierce the creature's scaled hide, raining
sheets of black ichor down upon the Inner Sea, despite the creature dwarfing
Her by a hundredfold times.

Turtle Marshal Ryld, of the Shellback Cavalry shouts, "Glory be to Serenwilde
my ass... Look what you did!"

You shiver violently.


The Apex of the Golden Temple.
Silvery moonlight sparkles in the air. Superimposed over this location, an
ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. A series of broad marble steps lead up
to the top of the floating Temple of the Golden Lord, the open-aired dais
giving a spectacular view of the sky above and the Inner Sea below as it sweeps
in all directions in beautiful and majestic shades of blue. A golden archway
leads back inside the temple, flashing with golden light. An oak sapling clings
tenaciously to the ground here. Aqua Initiate Narsrim Peulus, Veradin Champion
is here, shrouded. He wields a shield of silvered vines in his left hand and a
coral staff in his right.
You see a single exit leading out.

Hiriako Myeras, Serenwilde's Rock shouts, "Better the monster revealed than the
monster contained."

Clise Aristata, High Priestess of Shakiniel shouts, "No time for arguments...
this is more dire than we expected."

You shout, "Who or what are ye?!"

You say to Narsrim, "Somehow, I don't think that's really Hajamin."


You shrug helplessly.

The creature slaps Terentia with a limb, sending Her reeling across the sky
with a divine grunt of pain, advancing upon Her and driving Her towards Celest
in retreat. She fights valiantly, but is driven steadily backwards by the
mountainous serpent-like creature.

Narsrim peers about himself unscrupulously.

The commanding voice of Terentia, the Even Bladed resounds across the
firmament, "Elders of the First World! Fight back the Herald of Magnora!"

Flakes of gold drift from above, flashing as they fall.

Rising above the Serenwilde forest, Charune unslings his massive bow and draws
a long silver arrow. With precise aim He draws the arrow back and releases it
at the twisted form of what was Hajamin. Punching large holes in the hide of
the beast, Charune keeps firing arrow after arrow.

Tully finishes wiping up the mess.

Expanding His size immensely, Fain hovers above the Silent Cathedral for but a
moment as a ball of deep crimson begins to coalesce beside Him. Thousands of
screaming voices, angry and fearful, echo from the centre of the globe as it
hurtles towards Hajamin, barely consuming even part of His disfigured form.


Ascending into the skies, Viravain raises Her arms above Her, before pointing
imperiously at the twisted creature of ruptured flesh and limbs. Darkness
blankets the sky as countless birds and insects rise into the air at Her call,
before launching themselves at what once Hajamin, attacking his bloated form
relentlessly and viciously and drawing blood that falls to the Basin below in a
black ichor.

The pale form of Lyreth shimmers into view above New Celest,
coalescing from within a shower of muted light. He hovers unsteadily in the air
above the city, fanning His wings slowly to keep Himself aloft as He watches
the battle taking place. Screeching, discordant notes echo across the firmament
as He begins to sing a haunting melody, making a series of complicated gestures
with His empty hands. Reality begins to warp and twist around the being that
once resembled Hajamin, tearing vicious wounds in its hide as the fabric of
creation is frayed.

Golden auroras play across the air in a mysterious show of power.

The creature utters a shrieking howl that pierces the air as it glares at Fain,
"Master! It is I, Your servant! Do you not recognize me?"

The wavering image of Fain, of the Red Masque, explodes in a fiery blaze of
deep crimson and reappears next to the blob, a maniacal laughter echoing
throughout the Basin.

Fain turns towards Terentia and stares at Her, His eyes glowing brightly. He
gathers a crimson globe of anguished souls and hurls it towards Her.

As Fain pressues His assault in conjunction with the creature, He dives at
Terentia with His flaming katana. With an amused smirk, Terentia disarms Fain
with a flourish of Verity, but the Elder God glowers and forms globes of
crimson darkness in His hands, hurling them at the other Elder Gods. Fain and
the Other are driven back towards Magnagora, and over the Sea of Despair as the
other Elders press their advantage.

The Elder Gods advance on the two embattled beings, Viravain slicing at the
creature with Her scythe, Charune firing His arrows, and the others darting in
and attacking. Overwhelmed by the combined assault of the Elder Gods, the
creature dives into the depths of the Sea of Despair, its enormous bulk
throwing the dark water hundreds of feet into the air as it sinks beneath the
waves.

As the waves begin to subside, Fain dives into the sea after the creature, His
own splash inconsequential in the wake of the impossibly large beast. A stunned
silence falls over the Basin of Life as the air lies empty, gouts of crimson
smoke quickly fading away and dispersing the last remains of the divine battle
that has just occurred.

Sharply glittering bits of gold light rise from the ground and fade from sight.

You shout, "Who, or what, was that thing?"

Kalodan tells you, "The Soulless, you dolt."

Renunciate Seron Xandul, Watcher of Nil shouts, "I'd go with what."

Apprentice Alleria Fireweaver shouts, "Agreed."

You tell Winter's King, Kalodan Faechild, FaeSaviour, "Yes, but it must have a
name, boyo."

Kalodan tells you, "Soulless do not all have names."

Kalodan tells you, "They are failures."

A plume of smoke rises up from Magnagora, out of which climbs a twisting, dark
shadow.

The dark shadow slowly transforms into a being of light who cries out and
disappears into the heavens.

A flash of golden light discharges from the floating temple above the Inner Sea, and the weak, insubstantial form of Hajamin, the Golden Lord, appears in the air above the sea, translucent and pale.

The divine voice of Hajamin, the Golden Lord reverberates powerfully, "Lyreth! You must help me! I need Your essence!"

A condensed singularity of light appears above the Inner Sea, rapidly manifesting into the radiant form of Lyreth, the Sidereal Prince.

Hajamin reaches out to Lyreth pleadingly, His countenance haggard and worn and His golden aura glowing with a sickly light.

Lyreth hesitates a moment before drifting closer to the Golden Lord, and is unable to react as Hajamin takes ahold of His wrists in a vice-like grip, drawing Him into a provocative embrace.

Hajamin leans into Lyreth, wrapping Him in His arms and pinning Him thoroughly. A soft light suffuses Lyreth and Hajamin presses Himself ardently against the smaller figure, initiating a deep, passionate kiss.

Hajamin's hand snakes around Lyreth's neck as He pulls Him forward, Their bodies pressing roughly against each other, and the glow surrounding Lyreth increases in intensity.

The light surrounding Lyreth suddenly flares and begins to wane and Hajamin begins to look stronger as He pulls eagerly at Lyreth, the Golden Lord's aura growing more hale and hearty.

Lyreth opens His eyes and looks wildly about, His hands braced against Hajamin's shoulders as He struggles in vain to push the other Elder away.

Hajamin groans and doesn't let go, His hands now twisted in Lyreth's hair, pushing their lips together even tighter. A small trickle of essence escapes from the corner of Lyreth's mouth as He deseparately fights to break free

A brilliant flash of white light erupts into view above New Celest, as the Even Bladed forms into existence, running full force towards the clutched Lyreth and Hajamin. Terentia's hands dart forward, yanking at Hajamin and trying to break Him away from Lyreth.

Hajamin scowls and swipes at Terentia with His free hand, deftly trying to stab Her with the Lance of Brilliance as He presses Lyreth to Him with His other hand, continuing to drain the smaller Elder God as He grows more vibrant and whole.

Twin broadswords, Verity and Judgement are clutched in Terentia's hands. The Second Circle Goddess deftly swatting at the Lance of Brilliance with Her blades, deflecting Hajamin's assault and counter-attacking with Her second blade.

With a screech of pain, Lord Hajamin recoils from the Even Bladed, dropping the limp body of Lyreth and fleeing towards His floating temple, vanishing inside with a brilliant flare of golden light as He passes through the translucent barrier that surrounds the temple.

Terentia glances only a moment at Lyreth, frowning before She races across the sky, Her steps falling upon nothingness as if it were as solid as a stone road in Her rush towards the floating Temple above the Inner Sea.

With a malicious flurry of artful strikes, Terentia begins a rapid assault upon what seems to be empty air, and yet as the magnificent swords crash forth, a bright golden glow flares into existence. Each strike of sword solicits a resounding crack like thunder against the dome of power that surrounds the floating Temple.

Terentia's face turns to a darkened scowl, a roar of tremendous power echoing from Her frame as She launches into an even faster, more direct assault and yet the result remains the same. The powerful golden globe withstands the assault of the Warrior, remaining firm against the Elder's fury.

Terentia's limbs grow weary after several minutes of thunderous attack upon the withstanding globe, and Her attack wanes until She stops entirely. A moment of pause, before Terentia is seen racing away from the Temple. A momentary pause as she grasps Lyreth in Her departure, clutching the limp Elder to Her form and disappearing into the horizon above New Celest with another flash of white light

Before that Archer Serenwilde took the Eye of Dynara from Aesyra's corpse and gave it to Charune. That;s why they got blamed.

Wow, it sounds like I missed a grand time... except for the massive amount of dying, from what I heard.

It was Raezons fault last time..

How come whenever soulless gods get out, its Fain's fault? You'd think Magnagora would stop supporting him every time the world almost ends