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<blockquote data-quote="Edena_of_Neith" data-source="post: 1304776" data-attributes="member: 2020">(Post 37) The Second IREdena_of_Neith &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 1235 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 08:24 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; ARMAGEDDON&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; - - -&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I have received the following e-mail from the illithid player:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Okay, so our last plan went down the drain thanks to sub-par intelligence on the part of our psionic&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; thralls. We eat their brains.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; New plan.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; We go Powergamer. If it moves, we kill it. If it's a challenge, we kill it. Every Illithid on Toril now is in a&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; constant state of blood frenzy, and desires to gain as much XP as possible.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; To recover between these explosive battles, we Plane Shift (we can do that) to the Positive Energy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Plane. Our goal is nothing short of killing every&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; living creature on the face of Toril.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Our tactics:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; For humanoids, we Plane Shift directly in to their midst and HAMMER them with as many as thirty&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; simultaneous Mind Blasts. We will not take the risk of allowing them to return psychic fire.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Keep in mind that all of our troops have magictech similar to Humanoid level, and although Particle&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Beams and what not are out of our league, we&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; can rip out MP5's like the best of them. The Elder Brain knows it is going to die. It cannot survive&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; forever. It accepts this.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It delegates all command to it's immediate underling, and enters a state of deep meditation,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; preparing for the biggest psychic THWOMP of its existence.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The first person to attack it head on will be hit by a psychic assault that will inflict 4d10 temporary&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Intelligence damage, or as much as the Brain can pull off. Even the lich.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; We are expanding a Neo Neo New Umbra, but this one is just a bolt hole to hide in, not a city. We do&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; everything we can to hide it. It's inside Toril's sun.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Additionally, 500 Illithid (Or as many as can attack him simultaneously) attempt to Dominate Zouron&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; and turn him and his undead plague on the rest of the world. Feel free to roll the saving throws.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; We also attempt to discover how to strong arm the Phaerimm in to summoning the Elder Ones. We&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; MAKE IT HAPPEN if it is at all possible!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; We are prepared to run away from this situation FAST if necessary, migrating through the plane of&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Shadows to Earth, a planet with no magical defenses to speak of where they should be able to become&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; rulers through sheer vicious aggression. Angels couldn't survive there, and even if their psionic powers&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; are greatly weakened, they intend to rule.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; That was the e-mail.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; And the City of Shade has conjured all it's allies from the past, and all the Forces of the Plane of&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Shadow have come to it's aid.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; - - -&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The single greatest firefight in the history of Toril begins.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It beggars description; it is massive beyond comprehension, it fills the atmosphere of Toril, it spills&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; like a tidal wave into the Underdark, it screams into the heavens.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; How does one describe such a battle??&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It is the fire-bombing of Dresden, it is Pearl Harbor, it is Omaha Beech.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It is the Wehrmacht invasion of Poland and Russia, it is the City of Stalingrad, it is the sands of&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; countless beaches in the West Pacific.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Psionics battle psionics, titantic psionic blasts that level entire regions and turn whole armies into goo.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It is the explosion of thousands of nuclear weapons, both those fired at the illithid and those&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; detonated by the illithid as they transport their enemy's weapons back over their own cities and&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; military bases.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It is the unstoppable light of the Angels, as they throw down the mightiest fortifications like they were&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; made of cards, cut through the illithid like a million scythes through a field of grain, pursue the illithid&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; to every Plane and every place in the Multiverse they could flee to.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It is the utter pandemonium of all out street fighting, as slaadi and illithid battle, the streets so filled&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; with illithid goo and slaadi pieces the combatants might as well be skating on an ice hockey rink.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It is the fury of the oceans, it is volcanoes exploding, titantic earthquakes shaking the land, the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; people of Luna and Selune watching in awe as Toril lights up, flaring brilliantly like the sun itself, then&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; fading to glow with an unholy, red, dripping aura, then flaring again into that brilliant white, the surface&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; invisible.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The skies of Toril thunder with the roar of a million artillery barrages, the blasts of thousands of&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; dragons, the explosions of titantic spells, and the psychic energies that make the atmosphere glow&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; with the sheer amount of energy being unleashed, causing an Aurora Borealis over the entire planet.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The illithid fail to create a new New Umbra in the sun (nice try.)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; They almost succeed in Gating in the Elder Ones; many phaerimm die stopping them, sacrificing&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; themselves to hold the Gates shut and seal them.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; They succeed in making the lesser boltholes they desired to make, and their enemies seek these out.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; There is no quarter given or asked for in this battle, and none is expected.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; There is only the victor and the vanquished, and nobody pulls any punches.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The illithid attempt to dominate Zouron is successful, but Larloch then frees him.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The illithid succeed in smashing Zouron's army with whelming waves of psionics that make the very&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; land shatter, but counter-retaliation from Zouron's people whelms their forces, dragging them to the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; ground, slaying them.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The great effort to find the Elder Brain succeeds, with the combined strength of Larloch, the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Technocracy, the Humanoids, Zouron's Magocracy, and others behind it.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The Technocracy instantly launches nuclear weapons that teleport without error to that site, but the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; illithid are faster - emergency contingency spells that were placed there for that very purpose whisk the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Elder Brain to a new location in a small fraction of a second.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Where the Elder Brain was, hundreds of megatons of nuclear fury turn the land into a molten sea, and&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; fill the sky with a glory to match the dark glory of the Wave of Shade that is sweeping out from the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; City of Shade to envelop all the lands.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The war effective goes beyond the control of the people who started it.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; As communication lines are destroyed, leaders killed, capital cities blown up or reduced to pools of&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; slime by psionics, and as armies are whelmed in Shadow or annihiliated by unearthy magical barrages,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; the torrent of slaughter turns into a tidal wave, a sea of destruction without reason or purpose, only&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; the desire to see the foe dead is left in any mind.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Toril glows like a Christmas tree, and the flashes of battles on it's surface are like a million stars&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; flashing on and off.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The illithid are losing, and they know it, and they resolve in their fury that if they must go, so shall&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; their foes.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; They turn their psionic energies against the planet, and blast Toril with all the eternal, immense hatred&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; of their race.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Toril reels under the assault, and earthquakes grip every land, great cracks ripping the earth apart,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; waterfalls of lava exploding out of those gashes.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The allies again attempt to locate the Elder Brain, and again they succeed, but again the Elder Brain is&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; whisked away, and again countless megatons of nuclear might create a new star on Toril's surface.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The City of Shade has sent it's shadow warriors out, and they fall upon the allies in total fury.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Shadow magic strives against particle cannons, batteries of technomagic, legions of soldiers armed&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; with firearms that shoot barrages of magic missiles and lightning bolts.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Shadow magic swallows up whole cities, all the inhabitants instantly converted into Shades, to serve&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; their new masters.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Shadow magic rends the very essence of Toril, and the planet reels again, and protests in violent&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; heaves, bleeding red fire from countless wounds and gashes, as the Weave rises up in fury against&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; the Shadow, the two forces clashing in the skies, producing hurricane force winds and blast waves,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; creating light shows that rival the nuclear explosions, shaking Toril like an angry giant would shake a&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; castle tower.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; And still, the essence of what is happening cannot be fully appreciated.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; To fully appreciate it, you'd have to be there.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Hiding in your cellar, watching the sky turn into a fireworks display beyond the greatest dreams or even&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; the greatest imaginations of the 2000 Turn of the Millenium planners.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; You'd have to feel the titantic earthquakes, the roars of protest from the very gutrock of Toril as it&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; cries out in pain, as it strikes back in fury against those hurting it.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; You'd have to hear the endless deafening noise, as thousands of nuclear weapons explode, as the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; atmosphere convulses in the battle between Weave and Shadow; as over the entire planet the sky is&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; suddenly filled with hurricanes and typhoons, storms and blizzards, multicolored clouds unleashing&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; torrents of lighting that blast anything and everything on the ground to smithereens.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; You'd have to be caught in the wild magic storms, watch reality twist and distort, Gates opening to&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; other Planes, the stuff of pure Chaos pouring in, feel gravity reverse, then fail altogether, then return&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; three times as strong as normal, then fail again.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I fear, folks, that my imagination falls pathetically short of what it would take to describe what is&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; happening.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; If two armies of a million tanks each, every one armed with a heavy particle cannon, laser cannons,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; blasters, were sitting and facing each other at twenty paces, and every tank was firing every weapon it&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; had, it would be a miniature version of what is happening on Toril.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; And the battle spreads to Selune, and to Luna, into Wildspace.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It spills over, like an unstoppable tidal wave, into Greyspace, into Great Space, onto the unsuspecting&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; and helpless people of dozens of Crystal Spheres.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The Sigilian Mages and Sharn cannot hold the portals to Sigil closed; they try and fight to the end, and&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; are slaughtered, buried under the tidal wave.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The warring factions all but tear the Astral Gates from their hinges (if it were possible) with sheer force,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; and the war crashes into Sigil.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The Lady of Pain acts immediately, sending her forces to stop the oncoming tsunami of battling&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; fighters, and her forces are swept aside like they were dust before a broom.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The Lady of Pain then exercises her powers as a God, exterminates ALL those fighting, on all three&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; sides, then closes the Gates to Realmspace.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; That buys Sigil some peace, until the fight erupts out of Greyspace, where it has spilled into, and once&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; more Armaggedon spills into the City of Neutrality.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; In a fury, the Lady of Chaos sends her forces to stop this new invasion, and again they are swept&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; aside.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Again, she exercises her powers as a God, and kills all involved in the fighting, and seals the Gates to&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Greyspace.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; On Toril, as the firefight continues, as millions of people die, as cities crash down, as caverns collapse,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; as the earth is torn asunder, the Weave itself is damaged, then damaged more, as it is vibrated&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; beyond control.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; As it's threads snap, Mystra screams in pain, as Chauntea has been doing for some time, and then&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; magic and psionics go crazy worldwide.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Spells misfire, wild magic surges kill friend and foe, psionics fail, the brains of thousands of illithid&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; melt and flow out of their ears.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The slaadi tried to keep the battle out of Limbo, but they failed.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The forces from the City of Shade force their way in, crush the magical defenses set up, and slaughter&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; the slaadi in mountains of bodies.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The slaadi, of course, fight back, and the Stuff of pure Chaos flows into Realmspace in vast quantities,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; even as the battle on Toril itself summons more Chaos, and yet more, until effectively a Wave of&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Chaos is hitting Realmspace.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The Wave of Chaos momentarily stops most of the fighting on Toril, as all magic and psionics cease&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; working, as reality stretches, then twists and pulls like taffy.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Only the Angels of the Seventh Heaven are unaffected, and they take this chance to reap an&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; enormous harvest among the illithid.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The Wave of Chaos alters the fundamental principals of gravity, magnetism, and the weak and strong&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; nuclear forces.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; On Toril, this isn't a problem; they have so many problems already that it's barely noticed that gravity&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; suddenly doesn't work right anymore.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; But Toril is a normal planet in a planetary system governed by a Type G star, and that Type G star is a&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; normal star, powered by the fusion reactions going on in it's core.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; When the Wave of Chaos, created by the bedlam on Toril and the battle for the Gates of Limbo,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; reaches the sun and passes through it, it alters the fundamental rules of how the thermonuclear&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; reactions work.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The temperature required for a thermonuclear reaction suddenly becomes twice as great as normal,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; then twice as small, then it changes from place to place across the sun.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The gravity fails in some parts of the sun, and becomes many times greater than normal in other&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; parts of the sun.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The helium ash at the core of the sun is alternately compressed and freed, and the temperature&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; required for the helium flash goes up, then down, then up, then down.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; As a result, the now destabilized sun changes shape, turning into on oval, then back into a sphere,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; then it splits open, the core revealed, then it closes again, then it shrinks, then expands.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Vast waves of superheated gas rocket out into space at light speed, then - hit by the chaos - they&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; change directions erratically, and some turn into ice crystals at just above absolute zero, but all&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; continue to fly across space, filling the region around the sun with an ever greater cloud of stellar&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; debris.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The revealing of the core exposes the entire solar system to a massive death ray, as vast amounts of&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; gamma radiation reach into space.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; As the sun convulses, and grows ever more unstable, bigger and bigger jets of matter erupt from it's&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; core, and some of these jets - violating the speed limit of light, reach the Crystal Sphere in an instant,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; shattering against it's side, richocheting back into Realmspace.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Toril, the Cradle of Life, puts up a defense.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; In spite of it all, Toril defends itself from the sun.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Gathering it's magic, magic of unimaginable strength from it's fiery core, Toril defends itself.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; A shimmering silver shield appears around the planet, far enough out to protect Selune and Luna also.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The great blasts from the sun, hit the shield, and the shield staggers, but holds, even as the entire&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; world of Toril rocks from the hit.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The gamma radiation hits the shield, and the shield florescences in every color of the rainbow, as it&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; staves off the lethal, immensely powerful radiation.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The shield around Toril holds, even as those it is protecting continue their battle, unable to see what is&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; happening to the sun, too locked in their fury to even care, no quarter given or taken, death to all the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; foe, kill or be killed, all the full insanity and crazyiness of war taken to it's ultimate conclusion.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The Shield, remains up. It will remain up, forever, for the Angels - taking mercy on the mortals of&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Toril, in their love, do not allow it to fall.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; On Toril itself, (HEH, YES, I CAN SAY IT!!!) elf and drow, elf and humanoid, phaerimm and sharn,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; illithid and man, undead and the living, Angels and slaadi (I don't know what Iuz did ...), kender and&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; neoillithid, the Chosen and the Zhentarim, Technomancer and druid, Tuigan warrior and high tech&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; fighter, stand together in united strength against the illithid and the City of Shade, AND ... THEY ...&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; ARE ... TRIUMPHANT.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The illithid Elder Brain is found at last, and although the illithid fight to the end, nuclear weapons and&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Angelic fury clear the way, and the Elder Brain falls.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The City of Shade is surrounded, and it retreats to the Plane of Shade, but the Angels pursue, and the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; slaadi, and all the infuriated people of Toril who can planar travel (which is to say, millions of them),&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; and they besiege the city in it's own plane.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The portals to the Positive Material Plane are opened, and the City cannot withstand them; all&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; attempts to negate the incoming energy are thwarted, and the City of Shade withers in that energy,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; crumpling, disintegrating, it's people crying out in their death throes, as their building wither and&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; topple onto them, melting into shadowy slush, and evaporing in the Positive Energy.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; As the Chaos Wave passes, the sun slowly returns to normal, and the threat of an impending Nova is&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; averted.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Realmspace is not arbitrarily (and with ultimate finalty) laid to rest by the cleansing energies of the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; sun, but is given another chance, a chance at a new future.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; When the battle ends, the magnetosphere reverts back to the way the High Ritual made it, as the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; illithid attempt to corrupt it collapses.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The silver shield around Toril remains, forever, but it becomes invisible, and slowly becomes&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; quiescient, as it is needed less and less (as the sun returns to normal.)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; There is catastrophic destruction on Toril.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Toril is a teutonic hell.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Volcanoes are exploding, great cracks have sundered the main continents.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The seas have rushed in, clouds of steam combine with the dust to fill the atmosphere.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Violent storms, hurricanes, chase each other around the world.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Incessant earthquakes continue, as the outraged and injured planet writhes in pain.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Wild magic storms rage unchecked.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Half the population of the world of Toril is dead.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The other half, is not dead.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The other half, had better do something, NOW, if they wish to remain alive, because the throes of the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; world will surely kill them, if they do not act.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Magic returns to enough of a semblance of normalcy that it can be used.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Psionics also become usable again.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Technology, functions again.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; That is not to say that any of these three forces work truly right - all of them have this tendency to go&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; crazy at times, and to be unstable at all times, but they do work.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Actions, please?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [ December 07, 2001: Message edited by: Edena_of_Neith ]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Edena_of_Neith &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 1235 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 08:30 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The kender ambassador, who somehow survived all of the above, walks into the command center of&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; the Technocracy, glares at all present, hands on his hips, and says:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Can we have an actual, real, peace conference now? &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Riot Gear &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 202 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 08:40 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; WHEE!!!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; How many XP did I get out of THAT before I bought it?&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; --------------------&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; -------&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I love maces, I really do. That crunch noise is just SO satisfying, and the flying shards of bloody bone&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; - Well, that's just icing on the cake. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin&nbsp; &nbsp; :D"&nbsp; data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 1603 | Registered: Dec 2000&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; DocMoriartty &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 8593 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 08:42 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I would guess that Moriartty was swept aside and completely annihilated when he tried to control the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; chaos wave as it entered Toril. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 157 | From: Chicago burbs | Registered: Nov 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Riot Gear &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 202 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 08:47 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; WHEE!!!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; How many XP did I get out of THAT before I bought it?&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; --------------------&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; -------&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I love maces, I really do. That crunch noise is just SO satisfying, and the flying shards of bloody bone&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; - Well, that's just icing on the cake. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin&nbsp; &nbsp; :D"&nbsp; data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 1603 | Registered: Dec 2000&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Edena_of_Neith &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 1235 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 08:50 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Moriartty survived.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Is he returning to the peace conference (what is he doing?)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Riot Gear, the Angels capture a SINGLE evil illithid, chain it up so that it cannot escape by any known&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; means in existence, then plop it down at the peace table ... where it will have the pleasure of having&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; to explain to the people of Toril it's people's actions.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; That illithid, YOU, gets ten billion experience points, but you have to live through the peace&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; conference, methinks, before you can make use of them (the illithid may attempt to hire an attorney&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; to represent itself ...)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [ December 07, 2001: Message edited by: Edena_of_Neith ]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Riot Gear &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 202 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 08:52 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; 10 Billion? That's way too much. That would leave my LEVEL in exponential notation. Let's say that if I&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; survive I'm 80th level.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; --------------------&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; -------&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I love maces, I really do. That crunch noise is just SO satisfying, and the flying shards of bloody bone&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; - Well, that's just icing on the cake. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin&nbsp; &nbsp; :D"&nbsp; data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 1603 | Registered: Dec 2000&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; DocMoriartty &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 8593 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 08:53 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Well I do not know what Moriartty can do. It seems he wasted him time pretty much since he was able&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; to do nothing to the chaos wave.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Are there any Sharn left? I no longer have Sigil as a client since there is no way for me to get there.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The place has been ravaged just as my clients feared and the Lady of Pain just exterminated who&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; knows how many millions and then locked the doors, ALL the doors. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 157 | From: Chicago burbs | Registered: Nov 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Edena_of_Neith &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 1235 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 08:55 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Sigil was not badly damaged, and deaths were in the tens of thousands there, not millions.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The Lady of Pain, seeing the battle is over, reopens the Gates to Realmspace and other places.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; About half of the Sharn survived. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Phasmus &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 2639 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 08:56 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The Neoillithid and the Deep Illithid, after allowing themselves to stand in shock for all of five seconds,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; act as one. They link minds across all of Realm-Space and begin the mass coordination of the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; restoration of Toril. Some of them concentrate on using their own psionic powers to stabilize the world,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; while others work to get help from the other forces and see that it is applied as effectively and&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; efficiently as possible.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Pervading all of the intense energy and concentration of their efforts, is a feeling of joy that, until now,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; few Illithid have ever experienced... righteous victory. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 82 | From: Oregon | Registered: Feb 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Edena_of_Neith &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 1235 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 09:00 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; It starts working immediately, especially since the Afterglow of the High Ritual is still felt in the gutrock&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; of Toril.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The combined might of the deep illithid and neoillithid begins, very slowly, to calm down the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; volcanoes, slow the gushing of the world's blood onto the surface.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Slowly the storms and hurricanes lessen, slowly the Wild Magic storms lose their horrific grip.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The Angels help the deep illithid and neo illithid, their beautiful faces lowered in concentration, heads&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; bowed, as they link their combined might.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Their swords, glittering with the light of Heaven, are sheathed now, their radiant hands are raised in&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; gestures of peace and aid. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Riot Gear &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 202 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 09:01 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Doc, I might need some help here. I represent the sole surviving legal heir to a vast, vast fortune in&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; psionic lore.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Vast.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I can certainly pay.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; All I need is for you to help me explain the (certainly justified) actions of my people to preserve their&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; culture against a horde of lesser creatures attempting to destroy their art and history.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; --------------------&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; -------&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I love maces, I really do. That crunch noise is just SO satisfying, and the flying shards of bloody bone&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; - Well, that's just icing on the cake. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin&nbsp; &nbsp; :D"&nbsp; data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 1603 | Registered: Dec 2000&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; DocMoriartty &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 8593 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 09:06 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Moriartty sits back down at his chair he had conjured what seems to be years ago.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; He laughs for as long as he can before running out of breath.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;I guess peace should be pretty easy now. I do not think any superpower still have a doomsday&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; weapon that they could use.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Moriartty smiles at what he thinks is a very comforting fact.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;The Sharn and Sigil both offer the following. Toril is very badly hurt. One assett that Sigil has in&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; quantity is knowledge. My clients know of gates to hundreds of worlds where no intelligent life has yet&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; begun. Anyone who is interested can consider moving. In addition raw materials can be gathered from&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; those places to help rebuild here and feed people. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 157 | From: Chicago burbs | Registered: Nov 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Phasmus &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 2639 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 09:12 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Actually, the Deep Illithid probably know/have just as much the remaining Umbran Illithid... &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; They were more or less the same faction stationed on different planes until quite recently, after all.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; As for the Neoillithid and Deep-Illithid's stance on their surviving evil relative... They lobby that he be&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; given the opportunity to have his alignment shifted. And strongly suggest to him that evil is, indeed,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; highly overrated. They do not support this being forced upon him, however. (Some of the Deep-Illithid&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; are questioning the morality of essentially having their entire race mind-warped... they tend to come&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; to the conclusion that it is vastly preferable to the alternative, and that the irony is just too impressive&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; to complain about it.)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Aside from that one suggestion, they will speak neither for nor against him until called upon, for the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; time being.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; [ December 07, 2001: Message edited by: Phasmus ]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 82 | From: Oregon | Registered: Feb 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; DocMoriartty &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 8593 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 09:15 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Are you attempting to hire a lawyer?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Moriartty walks over and says a few quiet words to the lone illithid.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;As the sole survivor of his race my client should be allowed proper representation so that he may get&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; a fair trial&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; BTW - Moriartty is Neutral in alignment.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; quote:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Originally posted by Riot Gear:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Doc, I might need some help here. I represent the sole surviving legal heir to a vast,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; vast fortune in psionic lore.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Vast.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I can certainly pay.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; All I need is for you to help me explain the (certainly justified) actions of my people to&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; preserve their culture against a horde of lesser creatures attempting to destroy their&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; art and history.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 157 | From: Chicago burbs | Registered: Nov 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Edena_of_Neith &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Member # 1235 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; posted December 07, 2001 09:20 PM&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Very well.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The other powers, besides negotiating a permanent peace, must appoint a prosecuting attorney, and&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; make their case before the Court.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; (Yes, there is a Court. Don't worry about who the judge is ...) &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001&nbsp; |&nbsp; IP: Logged</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Edena_of_Neith, post: 1304776, member: 2020"] [b](Post 37) The Second IR[/b] Edena_of_Neith Member Member # 1235 posted December 07, 2001 08:24 PM ARMAGEDDON - - - I have received the following e-mail from the illithid player: Okay, so our last plan went down the drain thanks to sub-par intelligence on the part of our psionic thralls. We eat their brains. New plan. We go Powergamer. If it moves, we kill it. If it's a challenge, we kill it. Every Illithid on Toril now is in a constant state of blood frenzy, and desires to gain as much XP as possible. To recover between these explosive battles, we Plane Shift (we can do that) to the Positive Energy Plane. Our goal is nothing short of killing every living creature on the face of Toril. Our tactics: For humanoids, we Plane Shift directly in to their midst and HAMMER them with as many as thirty simultaneous Mind Blasts. We will not take the risk of allowing them to return psychic fire. Keep in mind that all of our troops have magictech similar to Humanoid level, and although Particle Beams and what not are out of our league, we can rip out MP5's like the best of them. The Elder Brain knows it is going to die. It cannot survive forever. It accepts this. It delegates all command to it's immediate underling, and enters a state of deep meditation, preparing for the biggest psychic THWOMP of its existence. The first person to attack it head on will be hit by a psychic assault that will inflict 4d10 temporary Intelligence damage, or as much as the Brain can pull off. Even the lich. We are expanding a Neo Neo New Umbra, but this one is just a bolt hole to hide in, not a city. We do everything we can to hide it. It's inside Toril's sun. Additionally, 500 Illithid (Or as many as can attack him simultaneously) attempt to Dominate Zouron and turn him and his undead plague on the rest of the world. Feel free to roll the saving throws. We also attempt to discover how to strong arm the Phaerimm in to summoning the Elder Ones. We MAKE IT HAPPEN if it is at all possible! We are prepared to run away from this situation FAST if necessary, migrating through the plane of Shadows to Earth, a planet with no magical defenses to speak of where they should be able to become rulers through sheer vicious aggression. Angels couldn't survive there, and even if their psionic powers are greatly weakened, they intend to rule. That was the e-mail. And the City of Shade has conjured all it's allies from the past, and all the Forces of the Plane of Shadow have come to it's aid. - - - The single greatest firefight in the history of Toril begins. It beggars description; it is massive beyond comprehension, it fills the atmosphere of Toril, it spills like a tidal wave into the Underdark, it screams into the heavens. How does one describe such a battle?? It is the fire-bombing of Dresden, it is Pearl Harbor, it is Omaha Beech. It is the Wehrmacht invasion of Poland and Russia, it is the City of Stalingrad, it is the sands of countless beaches in the West Pacific. Psionics battle psionics, titantic psionic blasts that level entire regions and turn whole armies into goo. It is the explosion of thousands of nuclear weapons, both those fired at the illithid and those detonated by the illithid as they transport their enemy's weapons back over their own cities and military bases. It is the unstoppable light of the Angels, as they throw down the mightiest fortifications like they were made of cards, cut through the illithid like a million scythes through a field of grain, pursue the illithid to every Plane and every place in the Multiverse they could flee to. It is the utter pandemonium of all out street fighting, as slaadi and illithid battle, the streets so filled with illithid goo and slaadi pieces the combatants might as well be skating on an ice hockey rink. It is the fury of the oceans, it is volcanoes exploding, titantic earthquakes shaking the land, the people of Luna and Selune watching in awe as Toril lights up, flaring brilliantly like the sun itself, then fading to glow with an unholy, red, dripping aura, then flaring again into that brilliant white, the surface invisible. The skies of Toril thunder with the roar of a million artillery barrages, the blasts of thousands of dragons, the explosions of titantic spells, and the psychic energies that make the atmosphere glow with the sheer amount of energy being unleashed, causing an Aurora Borealis over the entire planet. The illithid fail to create a new New Umbra in the sun (nice try.) They almost succeed in Gating in the Elder Ones; many phaerimm die stopping them, sacrificing themselves to hold the Gates shut and seal them. They succeed in making the lesser boltholes they desired to make, and their enemies seek these out. There is no quarter given or asked for in this battle, and none is expected. There is only the victor and the vanquished, and nobody pulls any punches. The illithid attempt to dominate Zouron is successful, but Larloch then frees him. The illithid succeed in smashing Zouron's army with whelming waves of psionics that make the very land shatter, but counter-retaliation from Zouron's people whelms their forces, dragging them to the ground, slaying them. The great effort to find the Elder Brain succeeds, with the combined strength of Larloch, the Technocracy, the Humanoids, Zouron's Magocracy, and others behind it. The Technocracy instantly launches nuclear weapons that teleport without error to that site, but the illithid are faster - emergency contingency spells that were placed there for that very purpose whisk the Elder Brain to a new location in a small fraction of a second. Where the Elder Brain was, hundreds of megatons of nuclear fury turn the land into a molten sea, and fill the sky with a glory to match the dark glory of the Wave of Shade that is sweeping out from the City of Shade to envelop all the lands. The war effective goes beyond the control of the people who started it. As communication lines are destroyed, leaders killed, capital cities blown up or reduced to pools of slime by psionics, and as armies are whelmed in Shadow or annihiliated by unearthy magical barrages, the torrent of slaughter turns into a tidal wave, a sea of destruction without reason or purpose, only the desire to see the foe dead is left in any mind. Toril glows like a Christmas tree, and the flashes of battles on it's surface are like a million stars flashing on and off. The illithid are losing, and they know it, and they resolve in their fury that if they must go, so shall their foes. They turn their psionic energies against the planet, and blast Toril with all the eternal, immense hatred of their race. Toril reels under the assault, and earthquakes grip every land, great cracks ripping the earth apart, waterfalls of lava exploding out of those gashes. The allies again attempt to locate the Elder Brain, and again they succeed, but again the Elder Brain is whisked away, and again countless megatons of nuclear might create a new star on Toril's surface. The City of Shade has sent it's shadow warriors out, and they fall upon the allies in total fury. Shadow magic strives against particle cannons, batteries of technomagic, legions of soldiers armed with firearms that shoot barrages of magic missiles and lightning bolts. Shadow magic swallows up whole cities, all the inhabitants instantly converted into Shades, to serve their new masters. Shadow magic rends the very essence of Toril, and the planet reels again, and protests in violent heaves, bleeding red fire from countless wounds and gashes, as the Weave rises up in fury against the Shadow, the two forces clashing in the skies, producing hurricane force winds and blast waves, creating light shows that rival the nuclear explosions, shaking Toril like an angry giant would shake a castle tower. And still, the essence of what is happening cannot be fully appreciated. To fully appreciate it, you'd have to be there. Hiding in your cellar, watching the sky turn into a fireworks display beyond the greatest dreams or even the greatest imaginations of the 2000 Turn of the Millenium planners. You'd have to feel the titantic earthquakes, the roars of protest from the very gutrock of Toril as it cries out in pain, as it strikes back in fury against those hurting it. You'd have to hear the endless deafening noise, as thousands of nuclear weapons explode, as the atmosphere convulses in the battle between Weave and Shadow; as over the entire planet the sky is suddenly filled with hurricanes and typhoons, storms and blizzards, multicolored clouds unleashing torrents of lighting that blast anything and everything on the ground to smithereens. You'd have to be caught in the wild magic storms, watch reality twist and distort, Gates opening to other Planes, the stuff of pure Chaos pouring in, feel gravity reverse, then fail altogether, then return three times as strong as normal, then fail again. I fear, folks, that my imagination falls pathetically short of what it would take to describe what is happening. If two armies of a million tanks each, every one armed with a heavy particle cannon, laser cannons, blasters, were sitting and facing each other at twenty paces, and every tank was firing every weapon it had, it would be a miniature version of what is happening on Toril. And the battle spreads to Selune, and to Luna, into Wildspace. It spills over, like an unstoppable tidal wave, into Greyspace, into Great Space, onto the unsuspecting and helpless people of dozens of Crystal Spheres. The Sigilian Mages and Sharn cannot hold the portals to Sigil closed; they try and fight to the end, and are slaughtered, buried under the tidal wave. The warring factions all but tear the Astral Gates from their hinges (if it were possible) with sheer force, and the war crashes into Sigil. The Lady of Pain acts immediately, sending her forces to stop the oncoming tsunami of battling fighters, and her forces are swept aside like they were dust before a broom. The Lady of Pain then exercises her powers as a God, exterminates ALL those fighting, on all three sides, then closes the Gates to Realmspace. That buys Sigil some peace, until the fight erupts out of Greyspace, where it has spilled into, and once more Armaggedon spills into the City of Neutrality. In a fury, the Lady of Chaos sends her forces to stop this new invasion, and again they are swept aside. Again, she exercises her powers as a God, and kills all involved in the fighting, and seals the Gates to Greyspace. On Toril, as the firefight continues, as millions of people die, as cities crash down, as caverns collapse, as the earth is torn asunder, the Weave itself is damaged, then damaged more, as it is vibrated beyond control. As it's threads snap, Mystra screams in pain, as Chauntea has been doing for some time, and then magic and psionics go crazy worldwide. Spells misfire, wild magic surges kill friend and foe, psionics fail, the brains of thousands of illithid melt and flow out of their ears. The slaadi tried to keep the battle out of Limbo, but they failed. The forces from the City of Shade force their way in, crush the magical defenses set up, and slaughter the slaadi in mountains of bodies. The slaadi, of course, fight back, and the Stuff of pure Chaos flows into Realmspace in vast quantities, even as the battle on Toril itself summons more Chaos, and yet more, until effectively a Wave of Chaos is hitting Realmspace. The Wave of Chaos momentarily stops most of the fighting on Toril, as all magic and psionics cease working, as reality stretches, then twists and pulls like taffy. Only the Angels of the Seventh Heaven are unaffected, and they take this chance to reap an enormous harvest among the illithid. The Wave of Chaos alters the fundamental principals of gravity, magnetism, and the weak and strong nuclear forces. On Toril, this isn't a problem; they have so many problems already that it's barely noticed that gravity suddenly doesn't work right anymore. But Toril is a normal planet in a planetary system governed by a Type G star, and that Type G star is a normal star, powered by the fusion reactions going on in it's core. When the Wave of Chaos, created by the bedlam on Toril and the battle for the Gates of Limbo, reaches the sun and passes through it, it alters the fundamental rules of how the thermonuclear reactions work. The temperature required for a thermonuclear reaction suddenly becomes twice as great as normal, then twice as small, then it changes from place to place across the sun. The gravity fails in some parts of the sun, and becomes many times greater than normal in other parts of the sun. The helium ash at the core of the sun is alternately compressed and freed, and the temperature required for the helium flash goes up, then down, then up, then down. As a result, the now destabilized sun changes shape, turning into on oval, then back into a sphere, then it splits open, the core revealed, then it closes again, then it shrinks, then expands. Vast waves of superheated gas rocket out into space at light speed, then - hit by the chaos - they change directions erratically, and some turn into ice crystals at just above absolute zero, but all continue to fly across space, filling the region around the sun with an ever greater cloud of stellar debris. The revealing of the core exposes the entire solar system to a massive death ray, as vast amounts of gamma radiation reach into space. As the sun convulses, and grows ever more unstable, bigger and bigger jets of matter erupt from it's core, and some of these jets - violating the speed limit of light, reach the Crystal Sphere in an instant, shattering against it's side, richocheting back into Realmspace. Toril, the Cradle of Life, puts up a defense. In spite of it all, Toril defends itself from the sun. Gathering it's magic, magic of unimaginable strength from it's fiery core, Toril defends itself. A shimmering silver shield appears around the planet, far enough out to protect Selune and Luna also. The great blasts from the sun, hit the shield, and the shield staggers, but holds, even as the entire world of Toril rocks from the hit. The gamma radiation hits the shield, and the shield florescences in every color of the rainbow, as it staves off the lethal, immensely powerful radiation. The shield around Toril holds, even as those it is protecting continue their battle, unable to see what is happening to the sun, too locked in their fury to even care, no quarter given or taken, death to all the foe, kill or be killed, all the full insanity and crazyiness of war taken to it's ultimate conclusion. The Shield, remains up. It will remain up, forever, for the Angels - taking mercy on the mortals of Toril, in their love, do not allow it to fall. On Toril itself, (HEH, YES, I CAN SAY IT!!!) elf and drow, elf and humanoid, phaerimm and sharn, illithid and man, undead and the living, Angels and slaadi (I don't know what Iuz did ...), kender and neoillithid, the Chosen and the Zhentarim, Technomancer and druid, Tuigan warrior and high tech fighter, stand together in united strength against the illithid and the City of Shade, AND ... THEY ... ARE ... TRIUMPHANT. The illithid Elder Brain is found at last, and although the illithid fight to the end, nuclear weapons and Angelic fury clear the way, and the Elder Brain falls. The City of Shade is surrounded, and it retreats to the Plane of Shade, but the Angels pursue, and the slaadi, and all the infuriated people of Toril who can planar travel (which is to say, millions of them), and they besiege the city in it's own plane. The portals to the Positive Material Plane are opened, and the City cannot withstand them; all attempts to negate the incoming energy are thwarted, and the City of Shade withers in that energy, crumpling, disintegrating, it's people crying out in their death throes, as their building wither and topple onto them, melting into shadowy slush, and evaporing in the Positive Energy. As the Chaos Wave passes, the sun slowly returns to normal, and the threat of an impending Nova is averted. Realmspace is not arbitrarily (and with ultimate finalty) laid to rest by the cleansing energies of the sun, but is given another chance, a chance at a new future. When the battle ends, the magnetosphere reverts back to the way the High Ritual made it, as the illithid attempt to corrupt it collapses. The silver shield around Toril remains, forever, but it becomes invisible, and slowly becomes quiescient, as it is needed less and less (as the sun returns to normal.) There is catastrophic destruction on Toril. Toril is a teutonic hell. Volcanoes are exploding, great cracks have sundered the main continents. The seas have rushed in, clouds of steam combine with the dust to fill the atmosphere. Violent storms, hurricanes, chase each other around the world. Incessant earthquakes continue, as the outraged and injured planet writhes in pain. Wild magic storms rage unchecked. Half the population of the world of Toril is dead. The other half, is not dead. The other half, had better do something, NOW, if they wish to remain alive, because the throes of the world will surely kill them, if they do not act. Magic returns to enough of a semblance of normalcy that it can be used. Psionics also become usable again. Technology, functions again. That is not to say that any of these three forces work truly right - all of them have this tendency to go crazy at times, and to be unstable at all times, but they do work. Actions, please? [ December 07, 2001: Message edited by: Edena_of_Neith ] Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001 | IP: Logged Edena_of_Neith Member Member # 1235 posted December 07, 2001 08:30 PM The kender ambassador, who somehow survived all of the above, walks into the command center of the Technocracy, glares at all present, hands on his hips, and says: Can we have an actual, real, peace conference now? Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001 | IP: Logged Riot Gear Member Member # 202 posted December 07, 2001 08:40 PM WHEE!!! How many XP did I get out of THAT before I bought it? -------------------- ------- I love maces, I really do. That crunch noise is just SO satisfying, and the flying shards of bloody bone - Well, that's just icing on the cake. :D Posts: 1603 | Registered: Dec 2000 | IP: Logged DocMoriartty Member Member # 8593 posted December 07, 2001 08:42 PM I would guess that Moriartty was swept aside and completely annihilated when he tried to control the chaos wave as it entered Toril. Posts: 157 | From: Chicago burbs | Registered: Nov 2001 | IP: Logged Riot Gear Member Member # 202 posted December 07, 2001 08:47 PM WHEE!!! How many XP did I get out of THAT before I bought it? -------------------- ------- I love maces, I really do. That crunch noise is just SO satisfying, and the flying shards of bloody bone - Well, that's just icing on the cake. :D Posts: 1603 | Registered: Dec 2000 | IP: Logged Edena_of_Neith Member Member # 1235 posted December 07, 2001 08:50 PM Moriartty survived. Is he returning to the peace conference (what is he doing?) Riot Gear, the Angels capture a SINGLE evil illithid, chain it up so that it cannot escape by any known means in existence, then plop it down at the peace table ... where it will have the pleasure of having to explain to the people of Toril it's people's actions. That illithid, YOU, gets ten billion experience points, but you have to live through the peace conference, methinks, before you can make use of them (the illithid may attempt to hire an attorney to represent itself ...) [ December 07, 2001: Message edited by: Edena_of_Neith ] Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001 | IP: Logged Riot Gear Member Member # 202 posted December 07, 2001 08:52 PM 10 Billion? That's way too much. That would leave my LEVEL in exponential notation. Let's say that if I survive I'm 80th level. -------------------- ------- I love maces, I really do. That crunch noise is just SO satisfying, and the flying shards of bloody bone - Well, that's just icing on the cake. :D Posts: 1603 | Registered: Dec 2000 | IP: Logged DocMoriartty Member Member # 8593 posted December 07, 2001 08:53 PM Well I do not know what Moriartty can do. It seems he wasted him time pretty much since he was able to do nothing to the chaos wave. Are there any Sharn left? I no longer have Sigil as a client since there is no way for me to get there. The place has been ravaged just as my clients feared and the Lady of Pain just exterminated who knows how many millions and then locked the doors, ALL the doors. Posts: 157 | From: Chicago burbs | Registered: Nov 2001 | IP: Logged Edena_of_Neith Member Member # 1235 posted December 07, 2001 08:55 PM Sigil was not badly damaged, and deaths were in the tens of thousands there, not millions. The Lady of Pain, seeing the battle is over, reopens the Gates to Realmspace and other places. About half of the Sharn survived. Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001 | IP: Logged Phasmus Member Member # 2639 posted December 07, 2001 08:56 PM The Neoillithid and the Deep Illithid, after allowing themselves to stand in shock for all of five seconds, act as one. They link minds across all of Realm-Space and begin the mass coordination of the restoration of Toril. Some of them concentrate on using their own psionic powers to stabilize the world, while others work to get help from the other forces and see that it is applied as effectively and efficiently as possible. Pervading all of the intense energy and concentration of their efforts, is a feeling of joy that, until now, few Illithid have ever experienced... righteous victory. Posts: 82 | From: Oregon | Registered: Feb 2001 | IP: Logged Edena_of_Neith Member Member # 1235 posted December 07, 2001 09:00 PM It starts working immediately, especially since the Afterglow of the High Ritual is still felt in the gutrock of Toril. The combined might of the deep illithid and neoillithid begins, very slowly, to calm down the volcanoes, slow the gushing of the world's blood onto the surface. Slowly the storms and hurricanes lessen, slowly the Wild Magic storms lose their horrific grip. The Angels help the deep illithid and neo illithid, their beautiful faces lowered in concentration, heads bowed, as they link their combined might. Their swords, glittering with the light of Heaven, are sheathed now, their radiant hands are raised in gestures of peace and aid. Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001 | IP: Logged Riot Gear Member Member # 202 posted December 07, 2001 09:01 PM Doc, I might need some help here. I represent the sole surviving legal heir to a vast, vast fortune in psionic lore. Vast. I can certainly pay. All I need is for you to help me explain the (certainly justified) actions of my people to preserve their culture against a horde of lesser creatures attempting to destroy their art and history. -------------------- ------- I love maces, I really do. That crunch noise is just SO satisfying, and the flying shards of bloody bone - Well, that's just icing on the cake. :D Posts: 1603 | Registered: Dec 2000 | IP: Logged DocMoriartty Member Member # 8593 posted December 07, 2001 09:06 PM Moriartty sits back down at his chair he had conjured what seems to be years ago. "Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!" He laughs for as long as he can before running out of breath. "I guess peace should be pretty easy now. I do not think any superpower still have a doomsday weapon that they could use." Moriartty smiles at what he thinks is a very comforting fact. "The Sharn and Sigil both offer the following. Toril is very badly hurt. One assett that Sigil has in quantity is knowledge. My clients know of gates to hundreds of worlds where no intelligent life has yet begun. Anyone who is interested can consider moving. In addition raw materials can be gathered from those places to help rebuild here and feed people. Posts: 157 | From: Chicago burbs | Registered: Nov 2001 | IP: Logged Phasmus Member Member # 2639 posted December 07, 2001 09:12 PM Actually, the Deep Illithid probably know/have just as much the remaining Umbran Illithid... They were more or less the same faction stationed on different planes until quite recently, after all. As for the Neoillithid and Deep-Illithid's stance on their surviving evil relative... They lobby that he be given the opportunity to have his alignment shifted. And strongly suggest to him that evil is, indeed, highly overrated. They do not support this being forced upon him, however. (Some of the Deep-Illithid are questioning the morality of essentially having their entire race mind-warped... they tend to come to the conclusion that it is vastly preferable to the alternative, and that the irony is just too impressive to complain about it.) Aside from that one suggestion, they will speak neither for nor against him until called upon, for the time being. [ December 07, 2001: Message edited by: Phasmus ] Posts: 82 | From: Oregon | Registered: Feb 2001 | IP: Logged DocMoriartty Member Member # 8593 posted December 07, 2001 09:15 PM Are you attempting to hire a lawyer? Moriartty walks over and says a few quiet words to the lone illithid. "As the sole survivor of his race my client should be allowed proper representation so that he may get a fair trial" BTW - Moriartty is Neutral in alignment. quote: Originally posted by Riot Gear: Doc, I might need some help here. I represent the sole surviving legal heir to a vast, vast fortune in psionic lore. Vast. I can certainly pay. All I need is for you to help me explain the (certainly justified) actions of my people to preserve their culture against a horde of lesser creatures attempting to destroy their art and history. Posts: 157 | From: Chicago burbs | Registered: Nov 2001 | IP: Logged Edena_of_Neith Member Member # 1235 posted December 07, 2001 09:20 PM Very well. The other powers, besides negotiating a permanent peace, must appoint a prosecuting attorney, and make their case before the Court. (Yes, there is a Court. Don't worry about who the judge is ...) Posts: 1620 | From: Michigan, United States | Registered: Jan 2001 | IP: Logged [/QUOTE]

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