The Great City.
The Drow are accustomed to pain. Their lives are pain, and fear and hatred. But they have never felt pain such as this. For millennia they have been sustained on an almost physical flow of pure evil, a spider's venom more addictive than any other drug. They never knew, they never understood the nature of Lolths evil, true addicts never realise they're addicted, but now when they can no longer consume it and let it consume them they know. Pain such as this cannot be denied.
An opportunity such as this cannot be denied. As millions of slaves see their masters collapse in contorted spasms or simply fall dead or unconscious on the floor they begin to break free of their pens. After killing their guards some of them begin to organize while most of them simply run amok on the killing-spree of their dreams. It's not a question of alignment, not now, not yet, for even noble dwarves and gnomes or the few unfortunate elves and humans in captivity murder their former tormentors indiscriminately. Even Eclavdra, the unquestioned ruler of the Drow, succumbs to the pain. The slaughter and the looting continues, and though mere seconds have past the City is already falling into ruins.
As Eclavdra writhes in pain great bolts of pure and uncontrolled energy strike at random around her from the artifact she wears. The carefully placed spells and wards around the city cannot withstand this onslaught from within. They unravel, like a burning web, and the city is open.
Iuz, already present in the city, is the first one to act. Telepathically calling his followers to his side he quickly teleports into the throne room. Stepping over a greasy stain of melted Pit-fiend and blackened documents he reaches Eclavdra, reaches for the Crown on her head and is stricken by a massive bolt of energy. [Hit! Iuz has lost 0,2 PL for the current turn.]
He recoils, but reaches forward again. Trough the immense power of his divine will he crushes another of the Artifacts undirected attempts to defend itself and rips it from Eclavdras helpless grasp.
Elistraee was precent on Oerth. Her following is weak and scattered, and many of them who were hiding in Drow society were found and cruelly murdered during Eclavdras consolidation. She did not intervene then, when her worshipers were slaughtered, but she intervenes now. The pain of her people, her race, is too great for even her to resist its call. One minute after the slave-rebellion arrives Elistraee begins to quell it.
Her followers are few and the rebels are many. The slaves are driven mad with hate, they kill and destroy indiscriminately and Elistraee and her followers grieve for every life they have to take. But Elistraee is a God, and every spell she casts sooths, heals and passifies both humanoid and Drow. With her help her followers, great Drow and Elven wizards, bards and knights, mischievous but powerful fairies and a small troop of Celestial knights push the horde back, divides its chaotic ranks and scatters it. The battle is not won, but the central parts of the city are swiftly being secured.
Two minutes after the closing Elistraee arrives in Eclavdra's throne room to find Iuz wearing the Regalia of Lorldy might. The two demigods face eachother warily but, unless Iuz attempts to stop her, she steps past him and takes Eclavdra in her arms. Whispering softly, while she pours her healing power trough the tortured woman. "It is over. Let go, my child. Leave your pain, your hate and your fear behind. I am here for you, and everything is going to be all right. Your people needs you, Eclavdra. Help them."
Edit: Time On. The situation in the Great City continues from here.
Those of you who have already posted to adress later events in Edena's posts (that never happened) please re-post them if they still apply to the current situation.
The Great City can be scried, and anyone can teleport to the scene if they feel like it