The Ultimate Conflict II

[Realms of Chaos]

Sargti: At long last, Olog seems at a loss. With Usabhar holding his ground and refusing to deliver a punch and the crowd raised from a mob into an audience of some stoic mirth, it is clear that he has no moves left.

"FINE!" he spits, pushing his way aggressively through the crowd, cursing out each face he recognizes as he makes his way to the exit to face the world outside. The fungal growths covering Olog don't look comfortable, seeming to turn each movement into an excruciating task.

Giving a final wordless glare from Usabhar to Zurkar, Olag makes his way out... for all of ten feet. That's as far as Olog reached before falling dead in the snow. To your enhanced sights, it is clear that nobody cast any spell. Perhaps the old dwarf was running on fumes and spite until the bitter end. Even so, the fungus-covered dwarf does leave at least one more mystery in its wake.

You can all tell that Olog was surprised by Usabhar's alibi.

Faerie: The giant hardly leaves any pause after Rahja's question, clearly a bit outraged "Questions of WHY are the most difficult. We are the fey, the sun and the moon, the morning dew and gossamer, the shadow and the whispering wind. Mortals can argue on how and when and where each blade of grass grows but it is hubris to think there is a "WHY". The fey have no WHY."

At this, the figure seems to soften, continuing on in Sylvan "but you are young and I can see your true question. How have we come to create a new world?" With that, the giant gestures grandiosely at the entire crowd, as if daring someone to supply the answer. When none comes, the giant continues. "We... are change... we move the celestial bodies and change the seasons and move the tides. We indulge freely in all changes but two... aught to naught and naught to aught. These two changes are sacred... guarded... zealously... by deities for generations. Joining in the world once more, we have been allowed to invoke these changes once more..."

Obad-hai and Ehlonna both give the sylvan giant piercing looks, "...within reason. To celebrate this grand event, we allow the world to aid us in grand creation... our largest creation."

Emanacal: Thorezor merely points at the scroll in your hands, speaking, "mizxillptic'z'sairus". With that, a small vault appears, nearly crushing the messenger's foot. Atop of the vault rests a miniature fort... or maybe.

keep... safe