It's time

[Anastasia]

Oberuth's last. Staying where he is, "Can I request something else?"

No.

"Damn that overeager thing," Oberuth mutters, "Enhance Helm. He's stood with Balmuria the entire time. Banish Pale Night, I have no need of her madness in my world. Censure Asmodeus."

A third cosmic wave that spreads far and wide, rippling out.

It is done. Thus ends this judgment.

In that moment all is remade. Oberuth, Marianne and Lyris stand near the shore - an unremarkable shore, no signs of an entrance, no signs of ruins at all.

[Corwin]

A moment later, Seira's avatar is standing there beside them, Amaryl's avatar and Yandrazrt at her sides. And upon appearing, she grabs the victorious trio in a hug!

"You've done very well," she murmurs. "We're all so proud of your achievements!"

[Anastasia]

"Aaaaah," Lagann sighs, "That's at last done. Good work for humans."

Oberuth's expression is just...tired. Nonetheless Marianne returns that hug and Lyris says, "You're welcome," she says, "We should charge you the mother of all fees for this bit of problem solving, honestly."

[Corwin]

"Charge away, you deserve it. Just as you deserve this for going above and beyond your duty to save this world and more."

Deific gifts are a thing here!

[Anastasia]

"I'd like you to take away what the Fairest Star did to me," Oberuth says plainly, "Can you?"

[Corwin]

In lieu of an answer, Seira peers at Oberuth and studies him. Perhaps now, freshly-empowered, she will reach those insights?

[Anastasia]

You can see it. A spark of absolute life, instilled within Oberuth. The ability to recall life from the grip of death, to breathe vitality in what has perished.

Oberuth has gained the following ability:

Resurrecting Touch (Su)

At will as a standard action, Oberuth can touch a dead body (or a surviving part of a dead body, or a possession or image if no body remains) and restore it to life, as if by a resurrection spell. There's no cap to how long the creature has been dead and no chance of a mishap.

[Corwin]

"Let me try," Seira decides. "We can do it at the Cauldron. I hope the three of you have time for a visit?"

And assuming they don't object, she will bring them home.

[Anastasia]

"Let's go," Oberuth agrees, the three following with you. Thus you return back, the Cauldron bustling as always, along with soldiers at the ready.

Marianne and Lyris stay close, "I think we'd like a chance to rest," Marianne says, "That ordeal was unsettling as was..." Here Marianne sighs, "He was so powerfully violent. I've felt powerful magic, but his was overwhelming. I couldn't resist it, it couldn't stop it." She looks down, coming to an awkward pause.

[Corwin]

"Can I ask why you held back from using all the Resorts from the start?" Seira inquires, summoning a fist-sized diamond into her grasp. "Even if they were a trap, it might've been a good idea to find that out from the start."

[Anastasia]

"We'd discussed it," Oberuth says, "The plan was to test him, then draw the Second Resort and see what happens. Escalate, but the battle got out of hand faster than it worked." He follows as he gaze stays on the Cauldron's people as you go. "Flexibility to bring them in faster if it was needed, but the speed not to in case he had some way to fight against that."

[Corwin]

The best laid plans of mice and men, was it?

The judgement on the God-King, Daa-vid, and on the deities that brought that situation about has been delivered, she speaks in the minds of all her faithful, while her voice sounds within all of her churches in Creation. The Champions of Judgement, Oberuth, Marianne and Lyris, were successful in putting that monster to final rest. They rebuked the enemies of Good, Shar and Asmodeus chief amongst them, while singling out Helm and Selune as friends of the faith. As they have chosen, so let it be! And let this date be a day of celebration for all of time!

Even as she establishes a holiday for her church from this year onwards, Seira rests her hand on Oberuth's chest. "Try to relax, old friend," she tells him. "I'm going to see if my power beats the Fairest Star on this."

Closing her eyes, she focuses on the the touch of resurrection and attempts to draw it out of Oberuth and into the gem in her other hand with herself as the conduit. One of the methods for creating spellgems is a massive celebration, and festivities all across Creation such as those she had just triggered would carry a power beyond imagination! That power will be channeled into this, filtered through the Hope that is at her core, and if the means to achieve this goal exists somewhere within the realm of possibility, that Hope will draw it out!

[Anastasia]

Cheers. Cheers and celebration at your words, while meanwhile...

Give me a rank check.

[Corwin]

20:40 <Seira> roll 1d20+3
20:40 <Penuche> Seira invokes Penuche's magic: < 7 > [d20=4]

[Anastasia]

You feel it, the radiant power of the Fairest Star. Just an echo now, but still sufficient to resist, to cling. A sense of eagerness, an impression, a moment to give the one who held it what he wanted, amplified many times over. Like a puppy, almost.

It's not going anywhere, not by your hand and perhaps not by anyone's hand short of an Incarnation or the holder of the Fairest Star.