It's time

[Corwin]

Fighting under such conditions is going above and beyond the call of duty, Lyris. "I'll keep Marianne safe now," Seira voices, eyes fixed on the battle. "So fight with your all and avenge her. I believe that you can stop him from ever harming anyone else."

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 18 > [d100=18]

That survival seems to for one moment surprise the God-King. He doesn't react, he doesn't move - and Oberuth is behind him. The God-King whirls, a blur of metal and magic, a word uttered. There is a hellfire inferno that erupts, blocking vision as it immolates everything.

When your vision clears, the Second Resort and Tears are impaled through the God-King's chest, one besides another. The God-King blinks back, sagging, bleeding - but even with his heart pierced, he does not collapse. Oberuth is burnt horribly, blackened all over, yet healing before your eyes. He relentlessly comes forward, vanishing cleanly, a dozen steps at once. With a slow cry, the gnome reaches up, pulling the Second Resort out of his chest. Blood pours but he stands in defiance, blade in hand at last.

Slowly the God-King raises the Second Resort up - only to bring it down, to bat away darts. Somehow Lyris is faster, somehow she's moving, anticipating it perfectly. Lyris charges in with a gurgling, wild scream, coming right at him. She makes no move to dodge the counter thrust, impaled straight through the chest. Yet she doesn't stop. With one half of a grimace her hand darts out, grabbing the Third Resort. She pulls it out of the gnome's hand, and even as her lifeblood pours out, stabs it into the side of the God-King's armored head.

There is a moment as the God King's hand slips off the Second Resort, all before he stumbles back. He falls, Lyris on top of him and flopping to the side as Oberuth reaches there. He picks up the Second Resort and without hesitation, impales the God-King once, twice, thrice.

It's over.

Oberuth drops the blade and kneels by Lyris. She manages to whisper something, unheard, before Oberuth gently places her down to the ground.

[Corwin]

"It's done. The judgement has been passed," Seira whispers, turning to look at Yandrazrt. "Finally, it is all over."

[Anastasia]

"At last. All done." Yandrazrt agrees, resting back now with an unneeded huff of air.

"We'll have to see to them and ensure they're welcomed properly," Amaryl says, "They've earned their rest and every tomorrow after today."

[Corwin]

"I've already prepared," Seira agrees, nodding at Amaryl. "And Helm wouldn't allow any mischief to befall our heroines in the interregnum."

She gazes upon Oberuth. "I guess it was a bittersweet victory for you as well, my old friend."

[Anastasia]

Oberuth rises and gets his blades back, sheathing them. In the silence the voice without a voice speaks.

It is done.

The body of the God-King is gone, leaving behind naught but one thing - a radiant point of light, which rises up and orbits Oberuth several times. In that light you can see all a world, unspoken and undetermined, a trillion possibilities in the blink of an eye.

Here Oberuth regards it, face tired as he blows out a breath. "You shouldn't have been meddled with. I've never wanted that sort of power. All I ever wanted was a world that made sense, not a world of magic where I'm a hero of legend. Not a world where everything was all about you and the fools who wouldn't let you be as you were meant to be."

A long moment.

"But there is one thing, since no one ever listens to what I want."

Oberuth reaches out to it, touches the Fairest Star. It is just for one moment before with a grunt he removes his hand and in a ragged, shaking voice he says, "...Go. Be born you damned thing."

In that instant the light becomes infinitely more and is then gone - save for one tiny fragment of it. One tiny fragment that lingers around Oberuth's hand, slowly rising up and dissolving into the air.

Lyris coughs, once and then twice. Her body is whole once more, breath drawn in and out.

[Corwin]

Seira blinks in confusion. Lyris but not Marianne alongside her?

[Anastasia]

Oberuth exhales one more time at that, a sigh of simple relief.

"Lyris?" Marianne calls from below, flying up, "Hellman?"

At this Amaryl smiles, "I never thought I'd be happy not to welcome someone to our afterlife," she says.

[Corwin]

Seira snorts. "We're still welcoming them, we'll just open a Gate for that. But yes, I think they would prefer the ability to return freely to Prime to see their friends whenever they wish over their reward."

[Anastasia]

"We won," Oberuth says as Lyris manages to rise and hugs Marianne, sitting down and watching. He rests for a few moments as the two share quiet words.

"The Fairest Star wanted me to use it," he says, sounding simply tired more than anything else. "The God-King had changed its nature." Looking up, "Rejecting it was part of this judgment so it could be born, wasn't it?"

The Fairest Star will be born. Now you three shall stand in judgment and settle this affair.

"Three to censure, three to banish, three to augment." Marianne agrees.

Choose.

[Corwin]

Seira makes note of the world born through the Fairest Star. She will become one of its stewards, so that Auril or worse still won't lead it astray.

Most of her attention is kept on the judgement of the gods, however, and she can't deny an eagerness taking hold now that her champions are no longer in mortal peril! She's bound to gain a stronger position, and Shar will be both weakened and barred from her Prime of birth for all of time. That alone is a priceless outcome, and there are three choices each, not just the one....

[Anastasia]

You try and follow the Fairest Star, but you can't. It's just outside of your vision, beyond being seen.

"I'll go first, Marianne and I already decided," Lyris parts from the hug, "Banish Shar. Censure Shar. Enhance Selune." After a moment, "Because Shar is horrible, Shar is horrible and a Selunite is one of my close friends."

Both Alicia and Seira can feel it, a cosmic wave trembling across Creation. A shift, an adjustment as the voice without a voice utters but one silent word.

Done.

At this Lyris smiles, "Fuck you, Shar."

[Corwin]

Fuck you, Shar, Seira echoes her. Get stuffed.

[Anastasia]

"Yes!" Amaryl shouts, cheering loud, as....

"My turn," Marianne says, "First, I'd like to banish Loviatar - her entire faith is distasteful," Marianne says. "Censure Malar, I have no use for bestial violence, not like represents. I did that in one lifetime." A moment, "Enhance Seira, she's the reason we've come this far."

A cosmic wave, powerful as the last, spreads.

Seira feels it, power surging in her. Like that Seira grows, exploding outwards, becoming more.

You've gone up to divine rank 3. Congratulations. This is unlike normal increases, it's a flat +1 rather than just filling you up to DvR3, so you're a decent ways along to DvR4.

[Corwin]

Even as she cheers, Seira prays fervently, "Get Asmodeus, please get Asmodeus. Ban him and you ban every devil ever! Weaken him and Mephisto might make a play!"