IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ
The IR freeze-frame is now ended.
I had planned a number of storylines, and had planned answers to a number of questions and plots, but what the Shade just did overwhelms all other plots and stories.
The barrage of 700 nuclear explosions, each made magically into negative energy explosions, hits the Blood Waste.
The Blood Waste, which was red, turns yellow, then white.
Then fire begins erupting out of it, and this fire builds.
It builds, and it builds, until white flames are shrieking a mile in the air, and a great purple ring of cloud forms around the whole Blood Waste.
By now, all of Kalanyr's people who could flee, have fled, from the Blood Waste.
The fire continues to build. It roars higher and higher. It fills the troposphere, climbs through the stratosphere.
500 megatons of negative energy fueled it, but now a chain reaction is occurring, and it is beyond anyone's control, beyond the power of anyone - probably even all the Gods combined - to stop.
Finally, the flames, now visible as a tower of white fury from every part of the Flanaess, reach through the mesosphere, and the barrier between the Planes ruptures.
The barrier between the Prime Material Plane and the Negative Material Plane ruptures, breaks, and negative energy of uncounted megatons roars through the break into the fire reaching up from the Blood Waste.
It quenches the fire, and replaces it, roaring downward, ever downward, closer and closer to the ground, closer and closer to the surface of the Blood Waste.
A hurricane of purple and black fire is cascading down from the sky towards the Blood Waste, but no hurricane that ever existed could hold a candle to this.
The black flames hit the Blood Waste, and pour into it, giving it massive amounts of energy, energy off the end of the scale that measures energy.
The Blood Waste turns blue, then purple, then black, and then ... with one titantic shriek of triumph, 3 million souls rise from the Blood Waste.
A shock wave passes outward from the Blood Waste, travelling at nearly light speed.
The entire world of Oerth shakes, whole mountains collapsing in the quake.
The shock passes through Oerth's sun, which momentarily dims, and turns a ghastly purplish color briefly, before slowly returning to normal.
The shock passes into the Phlogiston, which erupts in huge firestorms.
The shock makes the Torilian Border Guard reel back, clutching their heads in pain.
It passes through Toril, and the whole Weave shivers, and Mystra shrieks with pain.
It passes through Krynnspace, and everyone - even the kender - stop what they are doing, feeling it's deathly cold touch.
It even passes through Sigil, and for a brief moment, everyone there halts whatever they were doing.
The Lady of Pain reels, clutching her head.
Then ALL the doors and gateways from Sigil to Greyspace slam shut.
Then, the great black fire from the Negative Energy Plane ceases, and the rift repairs itself.
The greatest army ever seen in the history of Oerth rises, in grim, triumphant victory.
3 million Red Warriors raise their weapons in grim promise.
They are assailed almost immediately by the Host of Angels.
This alone, perhaps, saves Oerth from immediate attack.
The Red Army strikes at the Angels, and dozens of Angels are killed with that first strike.
The Angels hit back with every power they have.
But the Angels are badly outpowered, and they cannot hope to stand against this force for long.
The Gnomish Leader of the Red Armada turns to Iuz, and he laughs.
It is a terrible, mocking laugh.
The Gnomish Leader roars:
FOOL!
Iuz the Old One, Iuz the Fool, Iuz the Court Jester, Iuz the Clown!!!
Did you think we actually allied with you?!
Did you think we would permit ANY living or undead being on this world to survive?!
Did you think we would permit THIS WORLD to survive?
You have played your part, and now it is ended!
You will be destroyed along with ALL of the others.
We like you, Iuz.
You made our victory possible.
We will treat you specially.
We will make sure your Endless Death is especially painful and delightfully hideous - Ivid was a bumbling idiot, when it comes to torture, compared to US.
- - -
And with that, the Red Armada turns upon the Army of Iuz.
They continue to fight the Angels, but now they are fighting the Legions of Iuz.
They continue to battle anyone and everyone else who dared come to the battlefield.
In unholy glee, they fling vast amounts of Red Goo into the sky.
The hurricane force winds blow the Red Goo into great streamers, which rain down upon vast regions below.
Everything hit slumps into Red Goo. Thousands of men and Firelanders are instantly killed, only to rise as Red Goo Monsters who join the Red Army.
In glee, the Red Armada throws more Red Goo, and more, into the Sky.
The air is filled with flying death, an insane storm from which there is no escape, and no hope of survival.
Even Kas cannot hope to survive, and is forced to flee - even the Sword of Kas cannot deflect so many incoming attacks at once.
Only the Angels can hope to withstand the torrents of Red Goo, and they fight on, their silver blood spilling on the ground, more and more of them falling to the incarnate darkness the Red Armada is throwing against them.
But to the south, a Red Army is rising that makes the Red Armada look like a scouting party.
A Red Army 3 million strong.
The Angels, all 70,000 PL of them (there are none left on the Torilian border now ... every Angel went to fight) are holding the titantic force at bay ... for the moment.
THE FREEZE-FRAME IS OVER.
YOU MAY RESUME NORMAL ACTIONS.
(Normal actions? ROTFLOL. I don't think anything is normal here!!)
