The_Death_of_Beast_and_Cataclysm.txt

You see the following people here:
Landon, Serra, Alanar, Mycen, Rollanz, Minxie, Korolath, Zelia, Keorin, Ibor, Yikez, Tankara, Ainly, Sothantos, Danna, Argwin, Garros, Ellenroh, Colgano, Vadanea, Leiri, Cherryanne, Vinceres, Santar, Tofi, Desin, Avianca, Vinzent, Shirim, Mina, Kondar, Paisly, Maelyn, Jiah, Balsam, Iohanna, Tukio, Johlo, Irissa, Naoma, Tarvius, Imyrr, Candi, Lynara, Gurklukke, Senoske, Azuros, Shirszae, Auri, Havyn, Ploutos, Auria, Atalkez, Ellowyne, Meriet, Exivus, Oceana, Torrent, Phthia, Jakiro, Clarinna, Abuha, Aelyn, Aeka, Miceal, Haastig, Gaia, Krystahle, Kero, Valaria, Ioheli, Giddieon


Stirring the undergrowth, the hushed cadence of the Earthmother resonates, "It is time."

The crackle of lightning accompanies Speaker Colgano Vorondil, Savage Reaper's voice as he shouts, "Anachai, Tionalaim."

Amberous spores drift through the atmosphere, petrifying into the perennial form of the Earthmother.

(Eleusis): Gaia says, "The time has come for Our Sister to do battle, Eleusis. Gather to Me at Her shrine within the Village."

The rustling of autumnal leaves accompanies a faint whisper upon a gentle breeze, primordial notes intoning, "My Sister is ready."

The rustling of autumnal leaves accompanies a faint whisper upon a gentle breeze, primordial notes intoning, "Be prepared to give everything that you are, and do not lose hold of hope."

The rustling of autumnal leaves accompanies a faint whisper upon a gentle breeze, primordial notes intoning, "We will begin shortly."

The Wildwood Queen's amber eyes close slowly and She waits expectantly.

Soil and rock tremble within Anachai, planet and heavens resonating in harmony with the manifestation of She who embodies the Cataclysm: Artemis, the Great Wrath.

The roar of the First Predator rings out across jungle and mountain, the remnant Wildfather calling forth His challenge.

Thousands of ordered whispers rise to an autocratic timbre as the epicene figure of Tlalaiad, the Genesis, appears in the heavens.

Innumerable voices resonate as one as Tlalaiad, the Genesis dictates, "We will join Our Doma'tashatuur in battle. The unstable One must return to Garden meld to forestall further deterioration."

Banishing light from the Prime Material, the cowled figure of the God of Darkness coalesces into view beside the androgynous Genesis, His crimson eyes ablaze with warning.

The silken voice of the Dark Father reverberates from everywhere and nowhere, "No."

The silken voice of the Dark Father reverberates from everywhere and nowhere, "The Wild God challenges ancient Concord and binding Decree. We do not invade the realms of Our Kin as He does."

Innumerable voices resonate as one as Tlalaiad, the Genesis dictates, "Instability must be addressed. We conclude Doma'tashatuur is insufficient for surety in success."

Thousands of daemons howl and shriek as Sartan, the Malevolent roars above the cacophony, "Do not, Genesis."

Innumerable voices resonate as one as Tlalaiad, the Genesis dictates, "We acknowledge the unity of Garden meld within current circumstance. We reserve judgement. We require that Garden meld provide Us observation of events if We are not to ensure the success of Doma'tashatuur."

Limned within the penumbra of violet light, the deep heart of the Darkenwood accedes to the will of its Master, forest eaves transforming to a window between worlds.

The silken voice of the Dark Father reverberates from everywhere and nowhere, "Then from here, We will observe. And observe only. Mortals with the stomach to bear witness may do so in silence."

Silence descends in the wake of Divine departure, as Gods vanish into shadowed forests where plumes of violet smoke billow skyward in dusky invitation.

The rolling Dakhota Hills come alive with kaleidoscopic light, montane shoulders remoulding into windows of stained glass through which the Wayward Heir gazes upon distant Anachai.

Your vision blurs, clarity breaking apart in bursts of prismatic colour as the voice of Pandora echoes, "If you are afraid of the dark, you may visit Me, instead, to watch."

Keorin says with a slight Arcadian accent, "For anyone curious, Tlalaiad is calling Lady Artemis something like "Brother Fire Mountain"."

Mobilising as one, the planes shudder as Anachaine warrior tribes take up their spears, myriad hunters holding weapons aloft in chilling expectancy of that which approaches.

With a thunderous boom, the Anachaine drive their weapons into the ground again and again and again and again, beating a portentous rhythm that echoes across land and sea, transcending plane and planet in a dreadful battle song, paean to their Queen.

A violent detonation shatters your eardrums with the unleashing of volcanic tremors, tectonic shifts grating against one another and magma discharge flooding Creation's oceans in the coalescence of Artemis, the Great Wrath within the bounds of Her Realm.

Fish and fowl, beast and bird, hunter and hunted become as one to lend singular voice, conjoined calls ringing out upon every plane and place within the expanse of the All as Lupus, the Wildfather, Elder God, Lord of the Beasts, the First Predator, gathers His Realm.

The heavens tremble, a violent lurch roiling across the expanse of Creation and shaking the earth as under Logosian Accord two Divinities face One to Another.

A deathly hush falls across the jungles of Anachai, as for the first time since conception in aeons past by Ayar's Will its myriad beasts fall silent in anticipation.

Swirling essence gathers about the Wildfather in aurae of radiant light, an argent illumination pulsing within His frame like veins of poisoned silver.

Ash and smoke coalesce about Artemis, a deluge of meteors darkening the heavens above Anachai in Her home's acknowledgement of Immortality.

Eyes snapping open, a look of primal determination overtakes the Earthmother's usually placid features, verdant energy flashing about Her as She is surrounded by an aura of Divine Essence.

Gaia, the Earthmother says, "Before the Speaker begins, I will say a few words so there is no confusion about what to expect."

Gaia, the Earthmother says, "I will be preparing the area to facilitate communing with My Sister in Her quest to return our Brother home."

Gaia, the Earthmother says, "The Speaker and his fellows will then lead a ritual which all of you may choose to participate in, but you should know this is no benign conquest."

Gaia, the Earthmother says, "Through this effort, you shall connect with My Sister. You will bolster Her, strengthen Her, and She will draw from you."

Gaia, the Earthmother says, "The decision to tie yourself directly to the Cataclysm through My Will is not one to be taken lightly, as the Wilds are harsh and there will be no buffer between you and Her."

Gaia, the Earthmother says, "I cannot tell you what you will experience, but I can tell you that you will experience something, and it might not always be pleasant or welcomed."

Gaia, the Earthmother says, "This is the nature of your bargain, and I would not have you cast your fate to the winds without proper warning or understanding."

Gaia, the Earthmother says, "Consider yourselves warned."

Gaia, the Earthmother says, "My Sister awaits, the time for questions has passed. If they linger, you should not."

Aureate Authority flows from the Wildwood Queen, a nexus of viridian essence expanding to encompass a split yew.

Gaia, the Earthmother approaches the shrine to the Cataclysm and places a single hand upon its split surface, a rolling haze orbiting the totality of its surface beneath the weight of Divine Will.

Standing to Her full height, the Wildwood Queen moves to inspect the floating energy, before nodding approvingly.

Colgano says, "We are here today to lend our strength to the Great Wrath as She embarks upon Her Hunt to rescue Lord Lupus from the depths of His mind, and save the Anachai from His destruction."

Colgano says, "To begin this ritual, the Tribe calls upon Her Cataclysms. May they guide us, and Her, through this difficult time, as we remember that through destruction comes rebirth."

Colgano steps forward, speaking slowly.

Colgano says, "Nobeio Puia, we call upon the Volcano for its strength."

The air around Colgano begins to flicker, their visage fading in and out as if affected by a great heat.

Rollanz says, "Nobeio Abha Ardu, we call upon the Flood for its tenacity."

Minxie says, "Nobeio Abha Ardu, we call upon the Flood for its purging and raging nature."

A great rush of water sounds from afar, growing in volume and intensity before crashing back to
whence it came, nearly as suddenly as it started.

Tukio says in a low, commanding voice, "Nobeio Rua Koha, I call upon the Lightning for its
radiance."

A clink of metal, the shift of armour, Aegis stands stoically beneath the leafy abode as He
manifests in surprising silence, standing next to Gaia to watch the ritual in abject silence and 
solemnity.

Johlo says in a lyrical, deep voice, "Nobeio Whaitiri Awha, I call upon the Thunderstorm for its
boldness."

Kondar says, "Nobeio Crith Talun, I call upon the Earthquake for its power to reshape the Earth."

The ground begins to rumble beneath you, shaking loose stones and adventurer alike before all falls
completely still.

Colgano says, "Today, we ask of you to make a great sacrifice. All are welcome to watch, but those
that choose to participate will bond deeply with Lady Artemis, and it surely will not be a pleasant 
experience. Those that participate must be prepared to give yourself entirely to Her."

Colgano turns to those gathered before him, a grave shadow cast over his features. He steps in front
of each person in turn, giving them the opportunity to sacrifice freely for the Lady Wrath's 
benefit.

Colgano tightly binds Naoma to the shrine of Lady Artemis, using a length of jungle vine.

Colgano says to Irissa, "As a Rapani of Her Tribe, do you accept this burden?"

Irissa says in an animated voice, "My life and everything I have, in service to Her and Nature. I accept this burden."

Colgano tightly binds Irissa to the shrine of Lady Artemis, using a length of jungle vine.

Colgano says to Danna, "As a Rapani of Her Tribe, do you accept this burden?"

Danna says in a clear, lukewarm voice, "For Nature and Tribe, I accept this burden."

Colgano tightly binds Danna to the shrine of Lady Artemis, using a length of jungle vine.

Roiling energies bathe the two Gods in empyrean splendour, the very air crackling with unfathomable anticipation.

Colgano says, "Those that choose to make this bond and lend your strength to our Lady, I ask that you each take a vine and bind yourself beside your brothers and sisters, and then TOUCH SHRINE to solidify the bond."

Colgano says, "Tribe, repeat after me."

The Earthmother walks towards the split yew, Her hands hovering over either half.

The rustling of autumnal leaves accompanies a faint whisper upon a gentle breeze, primordial notes intoning, "Push the shrine now."

Aegis' charcoal gaze sweeps through the gathered crowd, one of His hand tightening around an unfortunate mortal's spine as He watches the vines erupting from a shrine of Artemis.

Autumnal tresses bob as the Earthmother nods Her head.

Colgano says, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Kondar says, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Johlo says in a lyrical, deep voice, "Tionolaim sibh, Anachaine!"

Rollanz says, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine!"

Tukio says in a low, commanding voice, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Minxie says, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Naoma says in a melodious voice, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Irissa says in an animated voice, "Gather ye, Tribe."
 
Ellenroh says in a melodious, sweet voice, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."
 
Argwin says, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."
 
Kero chants, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine!"

Miceal chants with a tranquil, Ithmian accent, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Envrana says with a soothing, Aalen accent, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Krystahle says in a hushed, musical voice, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."
 
Valaria says, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

The Anthem shifts, protecting from fire damage.

Venari says with a Genjian accent, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Ploutos says with a deep strong, Eleusian accent, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Ioheli says in a brash voice, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Haastig says, "Tionolaim sibh, Anachaine!"

Garros says in a strong voice, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Vadanea says in a soft-spoken voice, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Abuha says in a quiet voice, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."
 
Jakiro says with an Eleusian accent, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Rollanz binds her amorphous form to the shrine with a length of vine.

Landon chants in a rough, feral voice, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."
 
Danna says in a clear, lukewarm voice, ""Tionolaim sibh, anachaine.""

Ibor says in a gravelly voice, "Tionolaim sibh, anachaine."

Colgano pours 50 sips of fresh blood from an ebony vial, emptying it into an ebony vial, filling it completely.

Taking the vial of spilt Tribe blood, Colgano makes his way to each of the faithful bound to the shrine, applying a glistening crimson liquid to the forehead and cheekbones of each.

Colgano says, "We are one."

Colgano says, "We are united."

Colgano says, "We lend our strength to the Cataclysm, the Great Wrath, our Mother."

Colgano says, "We offer ourselves to Her. We offer our life to Her."

Colgano says, "May She find our strength and use it to return her realm to safety. May She bring Her Brother Home.

Colgano says, "This chant, will be for the tribe only."
 
Colgano chants, "Matebas tior, matebas tior, matebas aha perim."

Irissa chants in an animated voice, "I am death, I am death, I am death and life."

Kondar chants, "Mali mali."

Tukio chants in a low, commanding voice, "Mali mali."
 
Rollanz chants, "Mali mali."

Minxie chants, "Mali mali."

Johlo chants in a lyrical, deep voice, "Mali, mali."

Naoma chants in a melodious voice, "Mali mali."
 
Irissa chants in an animated voice, "I am, I am."
 
Argwin chants, "Mali mali."
 
Colgano chants, "Mali mali."

Minxie chants, "Mali mali."

Colgano says, "Matebas ktai mei. Nomatebas tior atai rarahine keriko."

Irissa chants in an animated voice, "Death unite us, there is no better teacher than death."

Kondar says, "Ktahi mei."

Rollanz chants, "Ktahi mei."

Tukio chants in a low, commanding voice, "Ktahi mei."

Naoma chants in a melodious voice, "Ktahi mei."
 
Minxie chants, "Ktahi mei."

Johlo chants in a lyrical, deep voice, "Ktahi mei."

Colgano says, "Ktahi mei."

Irissa chants in an animated voice, "Unite us."

The crackle of lightning accompanies Speaker Colgano Vorondil, Savage Reaper's voice as he shouts, "Kahui meihj peheata Koemi Anachai."

You see Minister Irissa Ataraia, Heartwood Sage shout, "Together we are Your tribe!"

The pain of Artemis haunts your body, distant yet no less keen as it spears through your mortal flesh.

Hailstorms sweep across the Mhojave Desert, the Realm of the Cataclysm roiling and churning with abandon.

Liquid magma spews from Anachai's volcanic mountains, roused to calamitous eruption as the Great Wrath emerges from within the crucible, Her naked form aglow with Divinity unfathomable.

Howling winds accompany Artemis, Her frame blurring into an impossible speed as She advances on the Wildfather, Her Scourge meeting claw blow for blow as Divine motion denies each God a decisive strike.

An onslaught of screams spears agony into the depths of your mind, driving all emotion before them in torrential oppression upon sanity and reason as outlet of conflict between Divinity.

The rustling of autumnal leaves accompanies a faint whisper upon a gentle breeze, primordial notes intoning, "It is not enough. She cannot gain the advantage. We must give Her more."

The rustling of autumnal leaves accompanies a faint whisper upon a gentle breeze, primordial notes intoning, "Push your very selves through the shrine once more, give it all that you have.

A shrine of Artemis fails to respond to your touch, familiarity already established by prior act.

Laying your hands against a shrine of Artemis, you close your eyes and feel your lifeforce surge into the holy icon, strength given freely to bolster the Great Wrath's campaign.

Gaia, the Earthmother says, "That is enough."

Eyes flashing with the unknowable consternation of Divinity, the Earthmother extends a palm and a stream of bright green light erupts.

Streaks of lightning rip across the firmament, orbiting a pillar of viridian energy above the Village of Eleusis.

An emerald flash blankets the skies of Anachai as mortal and Divine energies meld and converge upon the Great Wrath.

Suffused by the blessing of Nature, the shroud surrounding Artemis surges with renewed intensity as She drives Her spear at the Beast God's neck.

The Hunter snarls in rage as the Huntress lunges, His arms raised to guard His face and neck. Artemis feints and abruptly changes course, bringing spear and foot to crash as tremendous thunder into the Beast God's sternum, the sheer force of the blow hurling Him into distant oceans.

Stoic in His watch, Aegis pauses briefly to watch the proceedings surrounding a shrine of Artemis, the energy transmitted through the Divine construct sent through to aether to bolster. The aura surrounding the War God pulsates, once, and He turns His attention back to the battle.

The Realm of the Sea surges beneath the Presence of Elder Divinity infused, Authority unknown since the days of Caspian wrenching free from constraint.

Oceans surge free from the flesh of the Primordial Beast, His mien growing more horrific with each passing moment as innumerable fathoms of water evaporate into nothingness and the Realm of Artemis once more suffers His ancient challenge.

A flood of death near-overwhelms your mind, the cascading fall of uncounted deceased souls from within the boiled-off oceans of Anachai.

Wailing death rampages across Anachaine jungle, volcanic eruption a call to war in the renewed clash of Huntress and Beast.

Staggering free from the terrible, vicious struggle, Artemis reels back from the horrific onslaght of Divinity unchained, each sweep of the Wildfather's claws raking open weeping rents in Anachaine air.

The pain of Artemis haunts your body, distant yet no less keen as it spears through your mortal flesh.

Her form swelling into immensity, the Goddess of the Cataclysm reaches into the heavens with both hands as She dismisses Her Scourge.

Closing about twin stars of Anachai's firmament, the blinding brilliance of empyrean splendour bleeds freely from Her hands as She brings both down and around, each grasped star a galactic body become supernovae impacting upon the advance of the swelling Wildfather.

The planar fabric of Anachai shudders, the planet tearing itself apart as fissures shatter continental plates to rend free entire shards of the world from their brethren.

Glowing lines of entwined Divinity flash but briefly into view, a revelatory splendour upon both planet and plane as the Realm of Artemis becomes the anvil beneath Cataclysm's hammer.

A plaintive howl ripples through mind, body, and soul of all who live within Creation's dominion as the Wildfather staggers back, unfathomable energies of Realm and Divinity splintering into reality still only half-seen before the Great Wrath's monumental assault.

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, the Great Wrath, booms across the firmament, "Did You think I had not prepared My home for this?"

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, the Great Wrath, booms across the firmament, "For Your rampage?"

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, the Great Wrath, booms across the firmament, "I said You would have Your Hunt, Lupus."

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, the Great Wrath, booms across the firmament, "And You have had it."

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, the Great Wrath, booms across the firmament, "Now come to Your senses before I beat them into You."

Thunderous growls shake Creation with the snarled intonation of the Primordial Beast, a wordless challenge renewed with His shrugging away of the Cataclysm's threat.

Creation and Destruction wrought in Elder Days mingles about the figure of the Beast as He drives His claws forward in a whirling exchange of blow and counterblow.

Anachai screams beneath the dreadful wrench of the unfathomable, courted by an uncaring God in the wielding of powers mastered before mortality's dawn.

A second array of rents tears the fabric of Anachai to peel back the skein of Wrath and lay bare the space between planes as the rampaging Beast presses His brutality upon the Huntress, leaving Her staggering back from the renewed strike even as worlds and star systems crumble beneath each sweep, their celestial dance extinguished.

The pain of Artemis haunts your body, distant yet no less keen as it spears through your mortal flesh.

You reel as the blows taken by the Goddess in Her battle echo upon your frail and all-too-mortal frame.

Tooth and claw work as one, the rage of the Wildfather unending in its intensity as He seeks the advantage, pressing forward against the Huntress as She takes up Her spear in defiance, countering with a frenzied onslaught of slashes and cross cuts.

Weapon and armour reverberates in a quiet clatter around the frame of Aegis as the God's attention narrows, His arms rising forth to fold across His plated chest. His gaze wrenches free from the battlefield, briefly alighting upon Gaia.

Solemn yet unrelenting in Her duty, the Spear of Catastrophe whirls in a preternatural blur of motion as with an almighty yell She lunges forward, the weapon at His throat even as His strength roils in defence.

For the merest of moments, Artemis, the Great Wrath stumbles...

As the Great Wrath staggers, so too do you lose your footing.

A shrieking cacophony pierces the ether as flocks of feathered pouakai swarm the rapidly deteriorating battlefield in defence of their Goddess, wings drumming against the air in rhythmic unison as they tear toward the Wild God. Talon and beak clash with ferocious abandon as He swipes at 
the avian onslaught, a snarl of victory denied thundering within His throat.

A malignant sneer courses across predatory features, the sweeping arm of the Primordial Beast rendering a swarm of pouakai into a gruesome, bloodied burst of flesh and disintegrating feathers.

Blinding cascades of jagged shards rip and tear within the depths, a torrential deluge of fissures splintering open as cascading arcs of ancient power torture the strained composition.

Torrents of death fill your mind as unknown masses expire in the splintering plane of Anachai.

Slowly reassembling itself, order returns, the skein of Wrath's home trembling as volcano, hail, drought, blizzard, and more all present reluctant quiescence.

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, the Great Wrath, booms across the firmament, "Sister..."

You see Gaia, the Earthmother shout, "No. You cannot."

You see Gaia, the Earthmother shout, "You must not, Artemis!"

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, the Great Wrath, booms across the firmament, "Gaia..."

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, the Great Wrath, booms across the firmament, "I remember."

Slowly rising to Her feet once more, the defiant features of the Great Wrath shift from fiery fury into a strange calm as She confronts the snarling figure of the raging, Primordial Beast: Lupus, Elder God unchained.

The lazy ebb and flow of battlelust erupts from Aegis as the God intensifies His gaze, swirling conclusion tense in the air as He tears His attention away from the Prime, alighting upon the wretched fields of the Wrath existing beyond.

The earth rumbles ominously as the voice of Artemis, the Great Wrath, booms across the firmament, "Come, beast. Take Me."

Horrific in expanse, terrifying in fury, a single image flashes before your eyes, burning to the front of your mind upon all the realms and planes of Creation's wild dominion as the slavering jaws of the Primordial Beast snap shut about Your throat and His fist crushes into the interior of Your 
torso.

Force inexplicable drives you from your feet, a clash of heavenly champions swift-closing to a denouement unfathomable as Huntress and Beast cross a once-sacred boundary, fate and future writ uncertain upon the tapestry of life and time interminable.

The Great Wrath slumps, held upright by her splintered spear braced against the earth, before with a great heaving thrust and dreadful marshalling of Her strength drives the spear even deeper, beneath heart and through essence to emerge from the Creature's back and taste air once more.

The Primordial Beast shudders, at last slumping, dwindling, diminishing as the features of Lupus, the Wild God emerge from the snarling jaws of the First Hunter. Aquiline features reassert, twisted inhumanity fading from sight as golden iris meets dimming fire drenched in the lifeblood of 
Divinity.

Divine blood leaks from the mouth of Artemis as She holds His gaze, grim readiness suffusing Her features as though daring Him to continue.

His features sad yet accepting, Lupus, the Wildfather bows His head to Artemis in silent acknowledgement, peace finally settling upon His immortal visage in a return of awareness and acceptance of Eternity's Will.

Your heart beats in tune with the rhythms of Nature as Lupus, the Wildfather intones, "Thank You."

Creation weeps at the passing of Lupus, the Wildfather, the dance of celestis stilled in its motion as darkness consumes the heavens.

With a final exhalation, the Great Wrath slumps, Her fire dimming for the last time.

Creation weeps at the passing of Artemis, Goddess of the Cataclysm, the dance of celestis stilled in its motion as darkness consumes the heavens.

Unfathomable anguish rises in your chest as breath is driven forcibly from your body. Gorge fills your throat, flesh and muscle and artery yielding to divinely-connected onslaught before splitting open, gushing precious lifeblood as agony indescribable overwhelms all thought and meaning

Thrown asunder from the surest of footing, the dread throes of volcanic earth splinters land and sea, star and sky in a single unfathomable, tremendous convulsion as all of Anachai violently, shatteringly, irrefutably breaks, its seams shaking at the utmost limit as myriad threads somehow snap, a tear in the patterns of Fate rewoven.

Rising into darkened, empty heavens, an outpouring of brilliantine energy erupts into sky and sea enshrouding shattered realms, nestled betwixt their embrace from first manifestation across all the ages of mortality to coalesce in reflection of life's cycle.

Gaia, the Earthmother says, "No!"

Cataclysmic lightning and meteoric thunder spears skyward and free from branches of a fresh-born tree, flooding and dissipating into the depths of the celestial vault.

The howl of a wolf sings out across the heavenly expanse, its lone cry a mourning of eternal absence forevermore.

Molten light floods into the depths, a radiant aura and reverberating glow coursing across and through the roots of that which lies beneath.

Emotion is foreign across the features of Aegis, one that sees little place upon the God of War. His visage hardens, and the Warlord focuses upon the torn battlefield, leaving to preamble to His departure to pay physical witness to a concluded duel.

An alarum of clashing blades resonates across the region as the Supreme Commander withdraws to the locus of battle.

The plane of Anachai has perished by the Will of the Ultimate, leaving naught but fragments to drift within empty heavens.

Great tremors shake the Heart of the Vashnars, splintering both crux and crust of the very earth as ancient root and forgotten soil make known their primal grief, dense vines crawling out from crack and seam to mourn the passing of She-who-was-Propasia.

Raw horror and the unfathomable torment of the Earthmother howls its passage through the depths of your soul, thrashing in a spasm of shattered dreams, incarnate woe, the bleak edge of anguish writ in thought and action in a dreadful sear upon immortal spirit and eternal heart.

Hoarfrost cloaks your features in the tears of ice-frozen water, falling snow from a suddenly-clouded sky now stealing all brightness and light from the world in the descending rime of sorrow and sadness, despair and pain, mourning and misery and the agony of a broken heart. Winter has come, 
aforetime and unending in the Earthmother's grief.

Irissa has opened her own throat with a sacrificial blade, gasping out "Mali tuhaga, Meai Waipokoi" in her final moments.

Colgano has opened his own throat with a sacrificial blade, gasping out "me Mali tuhaga, Meai Waipokoi" in his final moments.

Kondar has opened his own throat with a sacrificial blade, gasping out "Mali tuhaga, Meai Waipokoi" in his final moments.