(IR) The 1st IC-thread of the 1st Turn of the 5th IR

[Paxus Asclepius]

It is, really, the distillation of Chaotic Good. It's what happens when one's concern for doing Good is completely unhindered by concerns regarding fairness, propriety, or law.

 

[Bugbear]

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.)

Then it seems we have a problem. As I said The Tridrones don't care who eclavdra is or why she is there. You are attacking the hospital and they must defend it. They will continue to defend it until either they are destroyed, you go away, you die, or until a higher ranking Modron tells them to stop.

They cannot be reasoned with or intimidated. They cannot be demoralized. There own lives mean nothing to them. Only the task at hand is important.

 

[Edena_of_Neith]

(Ok, I'm holding off further posting. I know the modrons are charging Eclavdra. I appreciate they must fight her, being lawful beings bound by duty, oath, and law.
Since Eclavdra is a 50th level character, the resulting battle could bring down half of Rel Mord, and I don't want that to happen.
I'm going to avoid further posting, and hope someone figures out a way to intervene before Eclavdra is killed and half of Rel Mord is reduced to molten slag.
I'm going to avoid further posting, until someone figures out how - if that is possible - to stop the situation from escalating to that.

ECLAVDRA may have lost her mind and wits, but her PLAYER is going to calmly wait, and see if someone can't stop this Armaggedon At Hand.

I mean, it's not like Eclavdra didn't just let EVERYONE IN GREYSPACE know what her current state of mind is! )

 

[Bugbear]

I understand Edena. You know, if Eclavdra had just made gone through the proper channels and made an appointment, all of this could have been avoided.

 

[James Heard]

Right. Chaotic Psychotic Evil.

After her outburst, Murlynd magically sends a signed, notarized, and dated copy of the TEC alliance - joining it.
Another shows up in Miranda, also signed, notarized, and dated by an ornate but shaky XZ signature - joining it as well.

Noted at the bottom of the one that shows at Rel Mord:
"To: The Grey Seer:"

"Our illustrious monarch liked Eclavdra, but he doesn't want to get Aestia invaded if he is motivated to remove her life and the life of all the wounded ones of her people since they're apparently more trouble than they're worth and dangerously inhinged as a species."

"Do you require assistance?"

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.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

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.

 

[Bugbear]

Noted at the bottom of the one that shows at Rel Mord:
"To: The Grey Seer:"

"Our illustrious monarch liked Eclavdra, but he doesn't want to get Aestia invaded if he is motivated to remove her life and the life of all the wounded ones of her people since they're apparently more trouble than they're worth and dangerously inhinged as a species."

"Do you require assistance?"

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.

Your assistance may be needed. We have only just learned of the disturbance and his majesty has gone to investigate. Hopefully, he will be able to calm Eclavdra.

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"What is the meaning of this!!"

Rhynnon looked down upon the battle, a look of fury on his normally calm face. The street was in ruins, littered with the bodies of men and modrons. A cold white light shinned in his eyes.
"Tridrones, stop! Return to your other duties!"

The mass of Tridrones immediately disengage Eclavdra and return to the hospital, oblivious to Eclavdra continued attacks against them. Rhynnon floats down to stand behind Eclavdra.

"Eclavdra, what has come over you? Why have you attacked my people? Look at this destruction!"

Rhynnon motions to the hospital, it's wall partially collapsed. To the torn up street. to the fires. To the bodies of slain men and children.

"Children, Eclavdra, Children!"

Then Rhynnon slaps her hard across the face.

Edit: OOC: I doubt Eclavdra intentionally would have caused the deaths of innocent Bystanders, but given the ferocity of her first attack, I thought it was reasonable to assume that she would get more careless as the battle progressed. Given her current state of mind.
Eclavdra needs to learn the the difference between good and evil. in her madness, Eclavdra is acting in an irresponsible manner, her good intentions leading to undeniably evil actions. That's the real difference between good and evil: responsibility. Hopefully what has happened here will shock her out of her madness, if even for a moment.

 

[Edena_of_Neith]

TO BUGBEAR AND OTHERS

OOC:

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 is still paralyzed when the modrons pile up on her, and bring her down.
Then, the shock - the internal war - resolves itself, because this attack occurred.
Eclavdras' power surges up, and knocks the modrons away, injuring them.

Eclavdra, in a fury, raises her arms to unleash a wave of destruction on those who would hinder her, and then the Lights' dictate hits her again, and this time she shrieks in pain and frustration and conflict, tears running down her face.

She shouts at the modrons and others:

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?
I ONLY WISH TO HELP MY PEOPLE!

She once more raises her arms to blast these modrons and others blocking the way, and AGAIN the Light within her says NO, YOU WILL NOT KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE AND CHILDREN.

Eclavdra collapses in the street, tears running uncontrollably down her face, hugging herself, rocking herself, in both physical and psychological pain.

This time, when the attack comes against Eclavdra, she does not stop it. This time, she does not resist as they pile onto her.
She has spells up that protect her from being killed by physical injury, but she does nothing as they chain her up.

So when King Rhynnon does come down, and when he faces her, and slaps her across the face, none of his own people are dead. Many are injured, some are wounded badly, but none are dead.
And Eclavdra is helpless, in chains and spell chains, before him.

And Eclavdra whispers, and whimpers:

I'm only here to help my people.
You must let me help my people.
They are lost to the Dark without me.
They are lost children without guidance.
Please.
Please!
Let me help them.

 

[James Heard]

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).

OOC: Edena you DID say you killed anyone who got in your way. Eclavadra is a dangerous, evil creature right now. You wanted a "more evil than the most evil drow", well Ms. Random Violence is it. If Eclavdra has "spells that prevent her physical death" and she's not doing anything to defend herself then the Zagyg and Murlynd are dismantling those and any that prevent the death of the soul as well. We'll get rid of those permanently, since this seems to be a habit that Eclavdra is forming, even if it takes Wishes and Miracles and Pie. Eclavdra has significantly ticked Zagyg off that he doesn't care how cutesy and good natured she appears under any circumstance, she's obviously a dangerously duplicitious...set of terms that I won't use on ENWorld. About the only thing right now keeping Zagyg and Murlynd from just outright slaying her is the modrons.

 

[Anabstercorian]

(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.)

Eli and Rary, engaged in discussion with Robilar in the Triumvirate's secret chambers, grip their temples in sudden agony and drop to their knees, overwhelmed momentarily by the sheer volume of that astral echo brought by the Greatest Shout.

The ensuing confusion lasts mere minutes. Then, action.

Rary and Eli, acting together and using their web of contacts, first determine that Eclavdra is unstable mentally, and then divine that Eclavdra will shortly be moving to recover the drow from their 'safehouses'. Quickly, they use their web of apprentices to determine which 'safehouses' she has already discovered, until they pinpoint her location.

Then, Rary and Eli, acting together, scry on the area to observe the madness ensuing there - preparing in case they are needed to act to bring Eclavdra down, either to Sanity, or to Merciful Death.

"This is entirely your fault," mutters Rary acidly towards Eli. "I told you your experimental healing incantations were reckless in your direction toward her! You were never skilled at such benevolence."

Eli shrugs. "If she is my error," he says coldly, "Then we will undo it, if necessary."