Here are the logs of the Event by request. It was actually quite sad. I am missing the appearance of Charune at the end. Thank you Divine for making this so interesting!
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Viravain's voice booms over the whole of the Basin, resonating from the heart
of Glomdoring and stirring the shadows to life as they writhe and twist
ominously into the heavens, "Forest of Mine! Born of My will. Wyrd of Mine!
Born of the combined essence of two Elder Goddesses! Know Us and the blood
sacrifice We give. You die of thirst, slipping away to nothing as My children
flourish within your boundaries. We sacrifice our essence to you that you may
live and grow ever strong, strengthened by the blood of mortal and immortal
alike."

Viravain raises her wrist out to the web that covers the forest as a viscous
fluid of pitch black flows from Her wrist and infuses itself within the web.
Crow leans forward and bares his neck to the webbing, his spirit essence
flowing into the thin silks and absorbed by the gossamer strands.



The thick web that covers the forest slowly shifts, radiating an unnatural
darkness as the black fluid infuses itself within the silk. The forest
underfoot suddenly stirs, rising up in a quick jerk of motion and rapidly drops
back down as the beating Heart of Darkness within the forest pounds to life.


Shadowy fingers rise up from the forest floor, grasping at the web and slowly
drawing it back in on itself, dragging with it loose debris, rotting trees,
animals and other signs of death and decay that have occurred within the
forest.

Watching patiently as the forest consumes the combined essence of Herself and
Crow, Viravain's legs and arms become ensnared in the web of Her own making,
the fly in the web of Her spiders. Crow, sensing his Mistress in danger moves
to her aid, only to quickly become entangled himself.

Precious moments pass as the web begins tearing from the branches of the trees
and the twin figures of Viravain and Crow can be seen high over head, fighting
against the essence imbued silks. Shadowy fingers lash out at the struggling
Goddess, sensing the power within Her form and wrapping themselves tightly
about Her entangled frame.

Crow thrashes wildly, snapping at the threads with his beak and manages to free
himself of his bonds. He takes once more to the skies and flies back down to
Viravain's aid as She is wrenched from the tree upon which She had been
standing and hurled to the ground below.

Viravain's struggle only excites the fingers as dozens more erupt from the
floor of the forest and lash onto Her ensnared body as She desperately claws at
the ground in an attempt to free Herself. Crow streaks down from the skies in a
flurry of feathers, razing his talons across the surface of the fingers to no
avail as they hold tight to their immortal sacrifice.

Crow caws loudly, his voice thundering within the forest, shaking treetops and
the forest floor below as he frantically claws and snaps at the webbing and
fingers binding his Mistress. Viravain shrieks in agony as the shadowy fingers
dig into Her body, visibly draining Her as black essence is drawn from Her and
into the soil.

Shrieks of terror and the baleful howl of pain echoes from the forest of
Glomdoring as the hollow voice of Viravain, Mistress of the Webs screams in
tortured agony. A dark, swirling murder of crows rises up from the forest's
upper most tiers and spread out to flee in many directions in as the sepulchral
caw of Crow slices through the Basin.

The shadowy tendrils drag the rest of the webbing from the trees and pull them
into the cracked surface of the forest floor, pulling along with them the now
incapacitated form of Viravain, Mistress of the Webs, ravenously consuming Her
and the essence sacrifice given to heal the forest.

A haunting silence falls over the forest as the trees and plant life visibly
strengthen all around. Crow's sorrowful voice can be heard pealing over the
forest's surface as the dark, shadowy outline of his enormous figure can be
seen circling the forest, searching in vain for is Mistress as the Merciless
Forest settles once more.

The firmament reverberates as the voice of Charune, the Lord of the Hunt
resounds, "Farewell, My Cousin. Despite our recent differences Your memory will
remain with Me."

You're also missing the beginning half...

And this is why we should remove Celestians from the Forest!

I HATE MISSING EVENTS!

Me toos

Ah, okay, now I see what I missed.

And I don't think it's over yet...

Feel free to update the thread.

Naw, I don't see anything going on...yet...but there's the little question of "what happens now"...

GRAGH I'm never on during events! might have something to do with me being out from 8 AM to 6 PM every Saturday, when events seem to happen...

That was my exact feeling.

Why????
She didn't deserve to die... She just should of changed... Not died...

I see the necessecity in her death, now Glomdoring can loose itself.

Nice event btw

Here's the full log, from start to finish.



Before the Master Ravenwood Tree.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. The dark
heart of Glomdoring Forest is almost audibly beating in this, its shadowy
centre. Tall, blackened trees surround this clearing, pressing together into an
imposing barrier of rotten vegetation. Moulds and fungi are smeared across the
plants, their pungent stench suffusing the forest. The branches are coated in
dark slime, slick tendrils that hang downwards. Although a variety of trees
might actually grow here, the black tar that coats them renders them
indistinguishable. A thin black mist creeps between the trees, hanging low
across the ground. The floor of the clearing itself is simply bare earth,
cracked and dry. Overshadowing all is the Master Ravenwood Tree itself, jutting
into the sky like a twisted fist. The sound of laughing crows echoes down from
the treetops, a harsh sound for the ears below. The atmosphere vibrates with a
palpable power. Brennan Stormcrow paces here, his cadaverous body twitching with
sudden jerks. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a bat
around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline of a
spider around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly outline
of a beetle around its skull. An animated skeleton stands here with a ghostly
outline of a wasp around its skull. The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over
everything here, pulsing with an immeasurable yet dark power. Twisting shadows
coalesce here in a dark convergence, basking the area with a sense of
protection. There are 4 enormous black crows here. There are 8 shadowlord
widowriders here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from
the ground, chilling the air. There are 10 dark nighthags here. An obsidian eye
sigil is here. There are 2 giant bats here. A sphere of shadows floats in the
air, not moving even in the wind. A black direwolf is here, blending in with the
shadows. A blackthorn sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Mushrooms
are growing here in a perfect circle. Queen of the Night, Shayle d'Iasani
Treeripper is here. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand and a
butterfly-winged shield in her right. Argento is here. Spirit Warden Xenthos,
the Ebon Strategist is here. He wields a baleful rapier of darkened steel in
each hand. Fledgling Bael, Shadow of Crow is here. He wields a nature talisman
in his left hand. Viravain, Mistress of the Webs hovers here, enshrouded within
an ambience of unnatural darkness. She wields a wickedly curved scythe in Her
left hand.
You see a single exit leading north.

Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "As I'm sure each of you have noticed,
Glomdoring is dying. I have spent these last few months attempting to salvage
and heal My forest without much success. In its current state, Glomdoring will
not last long as the forest has become stagnant through no fault of anyone. The
Wyrd is slipping through My grasp and I know of only one solution that may save
these woods."

Pentu tilts her head curiously.

You tilt your head and listen intently.

Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "I have come up with a solution that I
believe will heal My forest and must act quickly as there is little time left."

Queen of the Night, Shayle d'Iasani Treeripper says, "Anything, Mother.
What...is the solution?"

Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says to Crow, "It is time my darling. Are you
prepared for what We must do?"

Queen of the Night, Shayle d'Iasani Treeripper says, "How can we help?"

Crow flaps his giant wings, sending a gust of wind swarming through the clearing
as he bellows a mighty caw.

Viravain, Mistress of the Webs says, "There is nothing. This Crow and I must do
alone."
Crow swivels his head towards Viravain and caws loudly and happily.

Viravain, Mistress of the Webs rises high above the canopy of the forest
followed closely by Mighty Crow as he takes flight with full, even beats of his
massive wings and a thunderous caw that echoes throughout the dark forest.

Crow's cacophonous voice carries across the forest as he caws loudly, stirring
something within the branches of the trees. A massive form of darkness emerges
from the branches, flocking to the twin figures of Viravain and Crow, releasing
a roaring symphony of caws as the enormous murder eclipses both figures.
ring himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the
land.

Viravain calls forth the many spiders of the forest with a chittering of sound
that rattles from Her lips and shatters the still silence that has settled
across the sky. Long, spindly legs emerge from the growth of the forest,
carrying upon them the large, bulbous bodies and heads that sport eight
terrifying ebon eyes.

Raising Her arms high above Her head, Viravain directs the spiders below in
spinning an immense web that covers the whole of the forest. Leaping treetop to
treetop, the spiders weave in and out, covering every inch of the forest with
sticky, gossamer strands and crowning the canopy in a blanket of white.

High above, the murder of crows that flock about Viravain and Crow descend upon
the webbing, plucking oily black feathers from their bodies and cawing loudly as
they deposit them upon the sticky strands.

The loud sound of scuttling legs and the sharp clicking of fangs announce the
retreat of the spiders back within the shadows of the forest as the murder of
crows descend within the gnarled branches of the Master Ravenwood.

Viravain and Crow quickly descend upon the web, alighting upon the sticky
strands as Viravain reaches within the folds of Her cloak. Stroking Her hand
across the back of Crow's Neck, Viravain nods to Him and he obediently bares his
throat to Her. From the dark folds of Her cloak Viravain removes a sharp,
gleaming dagger and draws the blade across Crow's throat, slicing through the
feathers at his neck and deep within the flesh. Viravain removes the blade from
Crow's throat and swiftly draws it across the pale flesh of Her wrist then puts
the dagger away.

Queen of the Night, Shayle d'Iasani Treeripper says, "Oh my gods."

You shiver violently.

Exeryte gulps nervously.

Queen of the Night, Shayle d'Iasani Treeripper frowns and says, "Oh...gods..."

Pentu shivers violently.

Viravain's voice booms over the whole of the Basin, resonating from the heart of
Glomdoring and stirring the shadows to life as they writhe and twist ominously
into the heavens, "Forest of Mine! Born of My will. Wyrd of Mine! Born of the
combined essence of two Elder Goddesses! Know Us and the blood sacrifice We
give. You die of thirst, slipping away to nothing as My children flourish within
your boundaries. We sacrifice our essence to you that you may live and grow ever
strong, strengthened by the blood of mortal and immortal alike."

Viravain raises her wrist out to the web that covers the forest as a viscous
fluid of pitch black flows from Her wrist and infuses itself within the web.
Crow leans forward and bares his neck to the webbing, his spirit essence flowing
into the thin silks and absorbed by the gossamer strands.

The thick web that covers the forest slowly shifts, radiating an unnatural
darkness as the black fluid infuses itself within the silk. The forest underfoot
suddenly stirs, rising up in a quick jerk of motion and rapidly drops back down
as the beating Heart of Darkness within the forest pounds to life.

Shadowy fingers rise up from the forest floor, grasping at the web and slowly
drawing it back in on itself, dragging with it loose debris, rotting trees,
animals and other signs of death and decay that have occurred within the forest.

Watching patiently as the forest consumes the combined essence of Herself and
Crow, Viravain's legs and arms become ensnared in the web of Her own making, the
fly in the web of Her spiders. Crow, sensing his Mistress in danger moves to her
aid, only to quickly become entangled himself.

Precious moments pass as the web begins tearing from the branches of the trees
and the twin figures of Viravain and Crow can be seen high over head, fighting
against the essence imbued silks. Shadowy fingers lash out at the struggling
Goddess, sensing the power within Her form and wrapping themselves tightly about
Her entangled frame.

Crow thrashes wildly, snapping at the threads with his beak and manages to free
himself of his bonds. He takes once more to the skies and flies back down to
Viravain's aid as She is wrenched from the tree upon which She had been standing
and hurled to the ground below.

Viravain's struggle only excites the fingers as dozens more erupt from the floor
of the forest and lash onto Her ensnared body as She desperately claws at the
ground in an attempt to free Herself. Crow streaks down from the skies in a
flurry of feathers, razing his talons across the surface of the fingers to no
avail as they hold tight to their immortal sacrifice.

Crow caws loudly, his voice thundering within the forest, shaking treetops and
the forest floor below as he frantically claws and snaps at the webbing and
fingers binding his Mistress. Viravain shrieks in agony as the shadowy fingers
dig into Her body, visibly draining Her as black essence is drawn from Her and
into the soil.

Shrieks of terror and the baleful howl of pain echoes from the forest of
Glomdoring as the hollow voice of Viravain, Mistress of the Webs screams in
tortured agony. A dark, swirling murder of crows rises up from the forest's
upper most tiers and spread out to flee in many directions as the sepulchral
caw of Crow slices through the Basin.

The shadowy tendrils drag the rest of the webbing from the trees and pull them
into the cracked surface of the forest floor, pulling along with them the now
incapacitated form of Viravain, Mistress of the Webs, ravenously consuming Her
and the essence sacrifice given to heal the forest.

A haunting silence falls over the forest as the trees and plant life visibly
strengthen all around. Crow's sorrowful voice can be heard pealing over the
forest's surface as the dark, shadowy outline of his enormous figure can be seen
circling the forest, searching in vain for is Mistress as the Merciless Forest
settles once more.

I'm actually in shock after reading this. A Divine dying? On top of Hajamin, that makes two now....could there be a pattern forming?

I hope not.

I hope so. Its fun to have a divine offed every now and again!

Oh noes, they're going to kill off Auseklis

Hajamin isn't really dead, and Viravain's still exists as the essence sustaining Glomdoring and the Wyrd. So, from an IC perspective, none of the Divine have really died so much as they've 'changed state'.

Well, in my eyes, if you can't HONOURS them, then they're gone.

Hajaminfade anyone?

I reported that her shrine in her fulcrux is gone to Deepnight.