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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Serpenteye" data-source="post: 1964190" data-attributes="member: 1492">The remaining Drow, who had just begun to re-organize their societies in the traditional bloody way, are helpless. City after runied city falls to your onslaught, but your Vampires soon find that the convertion to Vampire Spawn becomes increasingly unreliable. The only certain way to make it work is to take the energies required from themselves. It soon seems that the world is running low on Negative Energy, ironic as that might be in times such as this.The people, tired, frightened and still in a state of chock after the series of heavy blows their sence of reality had endured in just the last few days. The people, grasping the only straw of sanity available to them. The people, accepting their fate, redefining themselves, surviving, uniting, cheered. And the world was reborn.ooc: It seems like little enough has changed regarding these circumstances. Is this what you decide to do?In that case...Elistraee never gets the chance to comfort Eclavdra. Instead she turns to Iuz, never having let down her guard an instant, and blocks him. The two deities are equal in strength, equal in stature, but the Regalia makes Iuz vastly superior in battle.Raw power bathes the two combatants as they unleash their full strength against each others, most attacks are blocked harmlessly but some strike true. Iuz is thrown back, breaking bones and solid rock. Elistraee bites back a cry of pain as a terrible agony almost overcomes her. Iuz's hand is severed by a solid blow of Elistraes sword, but his right hand still holds the scepter. Iuz strikes back, and the air screams with power as he misses and then hits, leaving Elistraees divine spleen ruined inside her. Fire and lightning and death rains down around them as they battle with spell, sword and scepter. Eclavdra, still incapacitated and delerious with pain, is miraculously unharmed, for now.ooc:Iuz is down to 2,5 Epic PLs (+2 from the regalia), Elistraee is down from 3 to 1,2.ooc:Let it be known that the attention of Deities can be drawn by speaking their names.Ic:He too had been there in the great Silver Void, drawn there together with all the true Gods of Oerth, drawn by a call stronger than thought or reason. They had faced there... What they had battled had been beyond comprehension. The thought of it made him shiver in remembered fear and pain. The thing was no Deity, not of any rank, it was something greater. As he, without realising it, rocks back and forth he remembers... Then, something is felt. Something other than accursed dream. A call. The words of a mortal. Somewhere someone is chanting his name, calling out for him. For once he didn't shut it out. He reaches out towards Oerth and he sees the images he had only dreamt during his time of rest. He awakens.Indeed.The demons of Iuz descend into the Underdark, and just like the vampiric armies of Gallador their progress seems unstoppable. Cities begin to fall, and the few broken survivors happily throw themselves at your feet. Drow civilization, ancient, beautiful and proud, will soon be no more.Still, only a few cities have fallen to Gallador and Iuz. The war is only just beginning.The Horde, the vast mob of humanoids, millions strong, race towards you. Frenzied by panic they regard anything that moves as an enemy and begin to tear into your forces. Begin to attempt to tear into your forces, but failing completely to do any harm.Finding all their exits blocked, having no way out, and fighting an enemy they cannot damage something seems to snap. The horde stops, lays down their weapons, and surrender. Some pockets of resistance remains. Some creatures, driven utterly insane, start to tear themselves apart, devouring themselves in their bloodlust.The horde ripples, and violence threatens to break out again. But the Wolf God is there, a comfortable threat of familiar nature, a kindred of sorts. He restores the peace and none dare, or even particularly want, to stand against him.This helps. The Drow are still writhing helplessly in pain, but for some of them it seems to subsume. The pain, the withdrawal, is still there, but now at least there is room for something else. The ability to think begins to return to the more powerful clerics of the Drow. And some of them smile in dark triumph, thinking that Lolth has returned to reward her faithful and cleanse the world of her enemies at last. The Time of Reckoning! ... Eclavdra begins to return to herself, and she sees the battle being fought beside her. She's still weak, but she can perhaps speak, perhaps move despite the cramps in her muscles.They find the city in subsuming chaos. A vast horde of humanoids, reeking of death and fear, is being herded up by other orcs and goblinoids. The City's core seems quiet, almost abandoned, but there too you see humanoids being herded off, though in much smaller numbers. This time it is elves and drow who seem to be the masters of the situation, though just barely. Battles still break out here and there, and drow and humanoids are strewn on the ground seemingly at random, but the situation seems to be calming down. The palace is another matter, and as wild bolts of magic explode outwards great blocks of stone drop down from its walls and the ceiling of the city. Quickly making their way there they see what they believe is Iuz fighting a beautiful but severely wounded female drow. Eclavdra lies motionless, but without outer injuries, beneath them.</blockquote>

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