Edena_of_Neith said:
THE WILL OF ECLAVDRA
She goes to the Great City. She goes to Greater Nyrond.
It doesn't matter if it's dangerous. It doesn't matter what is said or unsaid.
If she is opposed, she kills any who stand in her way.
She goes to the stricken drow.
She goes to every hospital they are in.
She goes to every cave and cavern they lay in.
She goes to every part of the Great City they suffer in.
She acts like someone possessed.
She acts like someone driven beyond all madness.
She acts like someone gifted with an insight that drives her beyond all endurance.
She does not stop.
She does not stop, even though people would pile up on her in heaps: she hurls them aside with magic, and continues.
She bores her will, her might, her image, into the minds of those drow who are stricken, who are suffering Withdrawal, who are tettering on the brink between good, evil, and madness.
She is like an adamantite pillar, glowing white with heat, a furious blast of the Light of good, of determination, of fixated purpose.
She speaks to her people, over and over and over. By the hundreds. By the thousands. By the tens of thousands.
She does not stop. She goes from drow to drow, and she rams her way into their minds, and she forces them to listen to her, and her demand to them is clear, unequivacable, and the immensity of that demand is backed up by all her furious determination, her infuriated desire to triumph and survive against what she has seen, her savage embrace of the Light, her primordial drow nature - violent and savage - turned towards a single purpose.
If Iuz was nice enough (chuckles) to give back the Regalia of Lordly Might to Eclavdra, what she does is heightened in power by about 10 fold.
She speaks to her stricken people, who are in Withdrawal, one by one:
LET THE LIGHT COME WITHIN YOU.
LET THE LIGHT BURN YOU, SAVAGE AND PRIMORDIAL IN IT'S FURY, UNTIL IT BURNS OUT THE EVIL.
LET IT BURN OUT THE EVIL LIKE A HOT IRON SUNK DEEP INTO YOUR FLESH BURNS AWAY WOUNDS!
SCREAM IN IT'S PAIN, AND BE DEVOURED BY IT'S MIGHT, AND LET IT SWEEP YOU AWAY ... AND IN IT'S FIRES BE REBORN!
SCREAM. SCREAM! SCREAM!!!
AND THEN LAUGH.
FOR YOU ... WILL ... LAUGH. AS THE DARKNESS IS BURNED AWAY, THE LIGHT WILL ENFOLD YOU, THE LIGHT WILL BRING SAVAGE PLEASURE AND DELIGHT AND VIOLENT TRIUMPH ... AND YOU WILL LAUGH.
THE LAUGHTER OF THE DROW WILL SHAKE THE CITY, SHAKE THE OERTH, SHAKE THE VERY FOUNDATIONS OF THE COSMOS!!!
I AM ECLAVDRA, AND YOU SHALL OBEY ME!!!
I COMMAND YOU TO BURN, UNTIL YOU BURN AWAY! AND ARE REBORN. REBORN, IN THE LIGHT!
DEFY ME AND DIE! DEFY ME AND I CURSE YOU, AND I CAST YOU OUT OF THE DROW. I CAST YOU INTO THE DEEPEST PIT OF PRIMORDIAL FIRE, YOU UNGRATEFUL TRAITOR, YOU WRETCHED WORM, LOWER THAN THE LOWEST SLIME THAT EVER SLITHERED ON OERTH BEFORE THE SUN EVER ROSE ON THAT FIRST MORNING!
OBEY ME AND FIND YOUR SALVATION.
OBEY ME AND LIVE. OBEY ME ... AND FIND LAUGHTER. LAUGHTER! LAUGHTER!!!
OBEY ME AND FIND BLISS.
OBEY ME AND FIND STRENGTH.
LET THE LIGHT BURN THROUGH YOU UTTERLY, AND FIND IN IT'S AGONY THE SWEETEST OF DELIGHT, THE GREATEST OF STRENGTH, THE MIGHTIEST OF MIGHT.
AND YOU WILL LAUGH.
YOU WILL LAUGH!
YOU WILL LAUGH!!!
YOU ... WILL ... LAUGH!!!!!
THE LAUGHTER OF THE DROW OF THE LIGHT, WILL SHAKE THE FIRMAMENT OF EXISTENCE ITSELF DOWN!!!
(then, after that, quietly)
And you will be redeemed.
Your Queen commands you to let the Light in.
Obey her now, and join her in the laughter.
Power beyond your wildest dreams await, and triumph beyond all triumph.
Obey your Queen, embrace the Light, and scream in it's fire ... until the laughter comes.
The laughter that never ends.
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(It's not quite Al'Akbars' feel good speech, is it? But it is Eclavdra: her own version of calling her people to the light, to become a good people.)
(If Iuz gives Eclavdra the Regalia of Lordly Might back, she - as I said - is magnified 10 fold.
But even if not, Eclavdra has great power of her own - she is a great archmagistress and warrior - and her determination, if nothing else, is absolute.)
The Drow do not understand love. They don't know the meaning of compassion, or mercy or Good.
They do understand force. They understand violence and compulsion and madness. They understand the need to fight and to kill, but they have no idea of the meaning of salvation. A part of them strives to be Good, true. But even that part has forgotten the meaning of Good.
Eclavdra speaks to them, to their very souls, in a language they understand. She speaks to them like a Matron Mother, she speaks of obediance and torment, defyance and death. She offers them Good, wrapped in all the trappings of Evil and madness.
She bludgeons trough their defenses, her sheer savagery rips trough their souls and fills them with her essence. They cannot resist her, not on any level, for they once have already surrendered to her by free choice. They are hers, and as her madness fills them, they scream and laugh.
Elistraee can do nothing, for she is still weak. She tries to speak to Eclavdra, but is easily brushed aside like all others.
The Drow in the Great City laugh and scream in pain and hysteria. The great cavern echoes with their voices and the noice from all those hundreds of thousands raw and bleeding throaths is painful even to the Demi-Gods.
Edena_of_Neith said:
HELP ME!!!
SAVE MY PEOPLE!!!
HELP ME TO BRING THE DROW TO THE LIGHT!!!
HELP THE DROW TO BE REBORN, AND BECOME GOOD!!!
HELP ME!!!!!
Elistraee, far away in the Great City, presses her hands against the sides of her head and screams.
Bugbear said:
Eclavra's first blast incapacitates many of the knights and rips the gates from their hinges. The Modrons charge her. They do not understand why she is her. They do not care why she is here. All they know, is that the Hospital is under attack and they are to defend it.
Very quickly Eclavdra is surrounded and soon will be buried by Tridrones. Theire claws rip at her. they do not retreat. They cannot retreat unless a higher ranking Modron orders them to.
Inside, the healers and druids set up wards against chaos, and ready their spells for the intruder.
The violence continues.
Edena_of_Neith said:
TO BUGBEAR
Eclavdra stops, and looks at the modrons, mages, knights, druids, and everyone else present, and she screams, a blood curdling scream that shatters glass, and then booms out:
I AM ECLAVDRA, QUEEN OF THE DROW.
I COME TO CALL MY PEOPLE TO THE LIGHT!
MOVE ASIDE.
MOVE ASIDE!
WHAT MUST BE, ... SHALL ... BE.
THE ... DROW ... WILL ... BE ... REBORN.
MOVE ASIDE!!!
(If they don't move aside, we have a real problem. And a lot of dead people.)
(I'm conducting Eclavdra according to the various posts made priorhand in this IR. Too much power was poured into Eclavdra. Too many conflicting powers helped her. The strain was too great. And what Eclavdra foresaw - that all would die and not be able to escape the Crystal Sphere, and be forever enslaved to Vecna - was too much. Driven by a fury unquenchable, driven by a need unstoppable, driven by a passion unmatchable, Eclavdra cannot stop, cannot hold back. It is like Thomas Covenant himself, lost in the delirium of the Ravers' poison, in the 2nd Chronicles, but no Linden Avery is there to stop Eclavdra or somehow reason with her.
And, after all, Serpenteye ruled it would be a grim good, if the drow became good. Eclavdra has become good ... a grim good. And Iuz threw extra chaos into the mixture, to quote Rikandurs' post. A grim good, with extra chaos on the side. Sort of like a Burger King Whopper burned to a crisp, with so much mustard it sank in the mustard like a ship gone down in a storm.
For the moment, at least, that is the situation. In a delirium of chaos and good, determination and purpose, Eclavdra will do, what she feels she must do. I suppose few see it as good - Iuz would be laughing his butt off - but it's Eclavdras' version of ... good.)
It is Eclavdra's version of Good... A Drow version of Good. A Good that speaks to their fear, their hatred, their madness and their thirst for violence...
James Heard said:
Zagyg and Murlynd give divine aid for this battle to King Rhynnon's forces, but aren't going to come in there and kill anyone yet until asked to.
Still, the Modrons are no match for Eclavdra. They charge her and die.
Sollir Furryfoot said:
Arch-Merchant of the Glu'boise grants permission for the TEC conference to be held in the Empire of Lynn, and gives the coordinates of a quaint to all pact members (save Eclavdra until she regain her sanity), country side palace a good distance away from most of the Lynnian civilization. If it is held there he does insist on there being no violence or bringing in of forces more than the equivilant of 5 elite PLs along with the ambassador and will notes there will be a few protections up including Dimensional Lock, Guards and Wards, an enlarged Mage's Private Sanctum, as well as a fair number of Walls of Force. These precautions will be taken to guarantee everyone's safety. Anyone is free to object however, and negotiations as to the actual protections can be made. The Arch-Merchant least of all wants an attack on his nation, of course.
Notice-OOC wise I know a few won't agree to these terms, but Glu'boise is paranoid and thinks that the Whispered One might make an appearance to interrupt the conference and plus isn't very excited about hosting it in the first place due to all the important people that will be there.
Noted.
Bugbear said:
Then Rhynnon slaps her hard across the face.
Edena_of_Neith said:
I'm going to sound like Serpenteye here, but wait, wait, wait ...
Eclavdra hasn't killed anyone yet.
She didn't kill any of the defenders at the doors on her first attack.
I deliberately broke off posting before any second attack occurred.
Eclavdra, seeing the modrons and others charging ... moves to kill them ... and ... freezes.
The Light within Eclavdra, the primordial compunction of the Light which says: you will not kill innocent people and you will not kill children ... locks in mortal combat with Eclavdras' mad determination to get inside that hospital.
Caught in the conflict, unable to resolve it, unable to cope and deal with her new nature, Eclavdra is locked in a contradiction, and paralyzed.
She has killed. Not people perhaps, though many are seriously wounded and might not make it without immediate care, but Modrons. The children ran when the battle started, they fled for their lives, and most of them made it to safety.
The compulsion came over her just when Rhynnon slapped her, and prevented a true bloodbath from erupting.
James Heard said:
Zagyg and Murlynd teleport to near the scene of the crime in Rel Mord and seal the area together against anyone leaving with their combined magical and divine power. Then they prepare to kill Eclavdra or to subdue her by choking her blue with the Rod of Seven Parts (as necessary, or depending on how much their mood improves).
Eclavdra, Evil or Good, sane or insane, is subdued and bound. Her sudden compulsion not to kill and the chaotic battle inside her mind makes her easily taken care of.
Anabstercorian said:
(OOC: I need a timeline check. What time during Turn 1 did the Withdrawl begin, and how long has it been since then? I'm thinking one week till withdrawl, one week since then.)
The withdrawal takes place just when the sphere is closed off (Edena's earlier posts were pre-game background posts), the battle between Iuz and Elistraee happened almost immediately afterwards and we're now perhaps a week into the game. (At this pace we'll never get trough the Turn
)
Bugbear said:
Oh, they may be dead, they may not be dead. I'll let Serpenteye decide on that.
Rhynnon however, when he arrived believed them to be dead. with all the destruction and battle, what else would he think?
Many Modrons are dead (Tridrones are a lesser kind of Modrons, right, rPL?), and a number of guards and civilians are wounded, some seriously some not. Many more would have been killed id Eclavdra, to some degree, restrained herself.
Edena_of_Neith said:
(Give me some latitude here, Anabstercorian. Yes, she was going to kill any in her way. But if I hold to that, then Rhynnon is possibly dead, tens of thousands in Rel Mord are dead, and Eclavdra is dead. Not much fun there. I added a new story component at the last second, the Compulsion of the Light.)
That might easily have happened. It was close, very close, but now Eclavdra has been rendered harmless.
Bugbear said:
Rhynnon looks upon her, and feels a twinge of pity. He has some tridrones take her into the hospital, still restrained. There she will be taken care of until she calms down and starts talking in complete sentences. All he physical needs will be taken care of and she will receive the best of care. She will be kept under guard, but the other patients will not be prevented from speaking with her if they so wish.
Eclavdra, Queen of the fallen nation of Eclavdor, is now an unwilling mental-patient in Nyrondese captivity.
Kalanyr said:
Morwel will grasp her head at the cry and immediately leave Aerdi, for Rel Mord.
She appears in Rel Mord in her full glory, every piece of divine and planar power unveiled. If Zagyg and Murlynd's wards prevent her teleporting in she will teleport as close as possible and fly in.
"Eclavdra, in the name of all that is good and free, cease this insanity! Violence is a last resort not a first one! If you wish to see your peope *ASK*. We are trying to aid you and your people, but I believe your current actions will cause nothing but harm. Let the healers tend to them, speak to them as they awaken or as they sleep, do not invade their minds, forcing your will upon them is an act of evil! "
The Miranda Alliance takes all due precautions to prevent any repeat of this taking place in the areas they are watching over.
OOC - Edena, I have trouble believing this is grim good, I'd peg it as Neutral Evil, Eclavdra is willing to kill innocents and willing to invade drow minds. The first is hardly the behaviour of a good being. The second is hardly the action of a chaotic being, except maybe the chaotic evil.
And once again the powers of Good, Evil and Neutrality assemble around Eclavdra. For all her antics she's still the center of diplomacy on Oerth.
Edena_of_Neith said:
Is anyone going to heed her Greatest Shout, and help the drow in the big way she asked for?
The Drow are being helped, across Oerth and even in space.
The Drow in the Great City are also being helped, but most of them are impossible to calm. They still laugh and scream, they have been laughing and screaming for almost a day. Those who can no longer laugh and scream still try to, moaning and writhing and coughing up blood.
Dark things writhe in glee deep beneath the surface of the Oerth, drinking in the madness and the pain like a sweet nectar.
Paxus Asclepius said:
By allowing beings of Good into the cities his territory surrounds, the Wolf God has done everything he can. Given his alignment, and that of his society, any direct intervention would break the drow's sanities like so many matchsticks.
And these Drow are also being evacuated. To Ekbir, to Nyrond, to Keoland and into the care of other generous nations.
... hide ? And he ruined Elistraee's good looks forever, if I read it right Wicked One chopped off half of her face, yes ? She'll need a mask I think. Because scars inflicted by Iuz will stay. Forever. Like DM stated no magic will regenerate this, once, preety face ! Iuz have his vengance. Mu, Cha, Cha. ![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
