Pleased, Aegis sweeps His charcoal eyes across the gathered mortals, before allowing His attention to fall upon each present member of the Pantheon. Though His gaze lingers ever so lengthily upon Twilight, He eventually turns His gaze back to Pandora.

Aegis, God of War says, "It is therefore time for You to place Your Mischief into productive use."

Aegis raises one gauntleted hand and then beckons toward Pandora.

Aegis, God of War says, "Come, Pandora, and sit with Me like Your Mother and Brother used to do. Together, We shall descend upon the battlefields of this world and dominate those who would deny the necessity of Our realms."

Pandora takes a single step towards the smaller throne before pausing. She glances around the room at each of the gathered guests, then at Her father.

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "No."

Pandora glares at the fidgeting, loud mortals for a moment before continuing.

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "Why should I? Because it is expected of Me? Because it is what You desire of Me as My father?"

Pandora frowns, the shifting colours of her skin stilling for a moment.

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "I have spent most of My short life catering to what is expected of Me. I was brought into existence as a being of great power, and yet it is others that have decided My fate for Me."

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "For a very brief time, I spent My days doing as a child does, as I learned about the world and Myself. And then Sarapis decided that these actions should define Me for eternity, and thrust a realm upon a curious child. I was to be the Goddess of giggling because I giggled as a child."

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "And then He left. Not before, of course, failing completely to protect the immortality that We are promised as Gods. He spent more energy coddling Nicator's mortal people from subjugation than He did banishing the Worldreaver so it wouldn't slay Us."

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "Pandemonium... even Agatheis, Kastalia, Thoth Himself, later. Should I have giggled about them, too?"

Pandora's frown turns increasingly angry, the umber and ivory of her skin growing agitated in their movements.

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "Why should I care for the whims of an absentee demiurge, who imposes rules but provides little in return? Where was He when it came to protecting His own creations?"

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "I reject the very idea that I should humour Him. I reject the assumption that I should be Your perfect daughter simply because I am the only one left. I reject the concept of My childhood being all I am defined by."

As Pandora grows increasingly agitated, so does Her stature until She towers nearly three humans in height. She only stops getting taller when She lets out a sudden sigh, anger deflating into resignation.

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says dejectedly, "And yet... I cannot abandon My realm. I know that as well as the rest of You, as well as Eros in His self-made prison."

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "I cannot take arms against what disgusts Me, for I do not wish to become a unicorn or a statue, nor be trapped in a single plane for countless eons."

Pandora gives Lorielan the once-over, eyeing Her suspiciously.

Lorielan narrows Her eyes at Pandora in an unnerving manner.

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "I am chained by passing whim, His decision upon seeing a child running amok that She should be bound by Her actions forever."

Pandora goes silent for a long while, gaze falling to the floor. The persistent frown upon Her visage turns to one of deep thought before she looks up once more.

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says resolutely, "Then I will remain with My realm, but I will engage with it as I see fit. I will redefine it, as it is within My power to."

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "Is Mischief not simply a rebellion against the established order? An upset of the status quo? Is Mischief not gazing upon a giant and laughing as you slip past his eternal guard?"

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "Then I rebel. I rebel against a Logos both overbearing and absent."

Pandora glances at each of the assembled Divine, brow furrowing.

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "I rebel against a 'family' always looking to backstab, overthrow, and murder each other."

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "I rebel against expectations placed upon Me by decree of beings so old they have forgotten what it is to live."

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "I rebel against the very protocol of Divinity, aloofness too self-important to meddle."

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "I will turn these chains into a weapon, all so I can assert one simple truth."

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "I am My own being, defined only by My own choices."

Aegis' charcoal gaze harden inscrutably, a palpable aura of rage emanating from the Supreme Commander before it eventually manifests in the timbre of His words said next.

Aegis, God of War says angrily, "Child. How DARE You raise Your voice and rail against the Logos. Were it not for My intercession and His magnanimity, You would not even be standing here."

Twilight rolls His eyes.

Aegis, God of War says, "You steal the Caduceus and wreck havoc over Sapience, uncaring of the consequences of utilizing such world-bending power on a lark."

Aegis, God of War says incredulously, "Then You turn around and accuse Sarapis of naming you the "Goddess of giggling because you giggled as a child"?"

Aegis sweeps His gauntleted arms back, and the silken mantle draped down His shoulders is cast aside, revealing the scabbards concealing His famed scimitars.

Aegis, God of War says to Pandora, "Belligerent Daughter."

Aegis, God of War says disappointedly to Pandora, "For every opportunity I and others have made for You to define Yourself, You have all but continued to squander and throw it into Our faces."

Aegis rests a rigid hand over the hilt of the Warp Witch, armoured fingers twisting tightly enough to emanate a soft shriek of metal.

Aegis, God of War says curtly, "Very well, Pandora. If You think You can live Your life according to Your whims, then go ahead and destroy Your future before it even begins."

Pandora, Goddess of Mischief says, "Goodbye, Aegis."

Aegis sweeps past the thrones installed within the Grand Dome of the Aegean Manor, stepping past the youthful frame of Pandora.

Grand Dome of the Aegean Manor. (indoors)
Formed into a perfect dome overhead, polished panes of obsidian are locked into place with thin strips of sparkling mithril. The surrounding torchlight glints off the reflective stone creating a bright aura about the chamber, every nook and cranny cleaned meticulously so that no dust begins to gather. A pair of immense golden doors lead out of the chamber to east, elaborate engravings covering every inch of the opulent metal. Lavish linens spread across wide chairs situated along the outside walls, reserved for emissaries waiting to meet with the Lord of Warfare in His chambers. Servants dash quickly across the vast dome and into other areas of the keep, a few lone acolytes shouting orders to the passing peasants and pointing them to their next assignments. A war chariot of blackened steel is here, drawn by a pair of great golden lions. Scarred steel wrenches into a solemn monument, a fitting tribute to the God of War. A small golden plaque rests firmly in the centre of the chamber. A wealth of ivories and scarlet gleams upon a stretch of silk depicting War. An imposing steel throne looms, utterly dominating its surroundings. Slightly shorter than its indomitable counterpart, a platinum-veined white marble throne presides here in regal poise. Glittering threads of crimson thread entwine in a breathtaking tapestry of impossible complexity upon this inscrutable carpet. Flapping its massive wings, a dire bat flies overhead. There are 2 silvery spectral gorillas here. With her back leg locked in the resting position, Bramble, a phantom donkey dozes here. A young blue dragon stands here with an aloof stare, wagging his tail idly. There are 3 crystalline golems here. A Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread. A powerful bull caribou stands here pawing the ground. A nebulous water weird is here. There are 2 massive dire wolves here. The shining figure of a guardian angel floats in the air here. There are 2 aklan servitors here. A war horse stands here, coat gleaming as it stands impatiently. Romping about vigorously, a tundra wolf pup is a bundle of energy. A gorgeous grey kelpie reclines, passive in its silken bridle. Resting here with a haughty expression is a golden gryphon. A swarm of bees hovers menacingly nearby. Twitching its wings, a charcoal black hippogriff majestically stands here. A heavily armoured knight stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings. A globe of light is here hovering. Gilliam is here. Siduri is here. Myna is here. She wields a wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Tilia is here. Darrod is here. Tlalaiad looms, cataloguing all with cold indifference. Thaisen is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption bearing the House arms of the Discurean Outriders in his left hand and a butchering cleaver in his right. Glenmile is here. Asria is here. Her features are obscured by a mask of stormy lace with pearl accents. Miriew is here, vines undulating about his form. Frances is here. Moraig is here. Asani is here. She wields a plain, simple flail in each hand. Cerys is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand and a nearly perfect vodun doll of Minifie in his right. Lorath is here. Kyrista is here. She wields an elemental staff in her left hand. Syrei is here. She wields a cyclonic, primitive lash in her left hand. Nylian is here. The Silver Dragon Tarvius' imposing form looms. Khaibit is here. Loraelina is here. Melodie is here. She wields a bound shield of fanned copper feathers in her left hand. Ashai is here. Leorea is here. Layta is here. She wields a black rose in her left hand. Morthif is here. Calira is here. She wields a small wooden shield in her left hand. Miayakai is here. Couldin is here. Anaidiana is here. The Blue Dragon Armali's imposing form looms. Numira is here. She wields a simple, etched scimitar in her left hand and a flashy, razor-sharp scimitar in her right. Esti is here. Roenalia is here. Her features are obscured by a pure white porcelain mask covered in black blots. Gavriil is here. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a grim cloak. He wields a blackened-steel rose shield in his left hand and a Viper's Coil in his right. Lanathel is here, shrouded. She wields a deep sea fishing pole in both hands. The Golden Dragon Laytron's imposing form looms. Amanda is here. Kazuya is here. The Black Dragon Daeven's imposing form looms. Kroac is here. Kriex is here. His features are obscured by a mask of pale rose petals. The Black Dragon Andraste's imposing form looms. Allene is here. Farrah is here. She wields the Staff of Nicator in her left hand. The Silver Dragon Silvertorch's imposing form looms. Sobriquet is here, shrouded. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of an imperious cloak of stygian black. He wields an ivory shield bearing the Divine Order arms of Pandora in his right hand. Keorin is here. She wields a knotted willow staff in both hands. Hulda is here. Ada is riding on a massive dire wolf. Aegis imposes His commanding presence upon the domain. He wields an unfortunate mortal's spine in His left hand. The Green Dragon Bail's imposing form looms. Jurixe is here. Valory is here. Lyndee is here. She wields a sapphire-inlaid shield in her left hand. The Red Dragon Zbaco's imposing form looms. Artanis is here. His features are obscured by a mask of lifevision. Hirst is here. Aleth is riding on a silvery spectral gorilla. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a concealing cloak of stygian wool. He wields a fearsome, rune-carved bastard sword in both hands. Ailea is here. Achilles is riding on a charcoal black hippogriff. He wields a flawless mithril shield in his left hand and a longsword of red fire-white brilliance in his right. Proficy is riding on Ruffian, an Infernal dingo. His features are obscured by a darkened mask of rudimentary iron beneath the raised hood of a grimly taloned cloak of copper-tinged samite. Shirszae is here. Arlus is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand. Pandora hovers just above the ground, looking over Her surroundings with restless grace. Nalitia is here. Perthro is here. Uilien is here. Her face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a tattered black cloak. She wields an elemental staff in her right hand. Lii is here. Elstan is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his right hand. Tahquil is here. Khel is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand. Glathna is here. Archaeon is riding on a magnificent kelpie. He wields a Logosian longsword in his left hand and a Shield of Absorption in his right. Yen is here. She wields a pair of thundersticks in her left hand. Israyhl is here. Phaestus is here, the air about Him hazy with the intense heat of the forge. He wields a blacksmith's hammer in His left hand. Saelily is here. Babel towers above, churning plumes of blackened miasma wilting reality beneath His presence. He wields a spear of slithering flame in His left hand. Ellodin is here. He wields a glittering amethyst silk fan in his left hand. Atau is here, shrouded. He wields Thoth's fang in his left hand and a Shield of Absorption in his right. Stheno is here. Tesha is here. She wields a lucent shield adorned by an amethyst phoenix in her left hand and an elemental staff in her right. Vastar prevails here, wreathed in the relentless fury of the Storm. He wields Tempest in His left hand. Xallax is here. Jarrod is here. He wields a shield of arcing lightning in his left hand and Elentari's Scourge in his right. Laedha is here. She wields an inlaid rosewood mandolin in her right hand. Ayani is here. Her face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a butterfly cloak of lilac nacre velvet. Minifie is here. She wields Krissaegrim, a torturous lash in her right hand. Marlo is here. Tianondria is here. Her features are obscured by a delicate mask of mithril and sparkling gems. She wields a circular shield of obsidian in her left hand and a mighty butcher's cleaver in her right. Standing among many, Farstrider Ryssa Zviera-Rian tugs at her dress shyly. Rackham is here. Auria is here. Santar is here. He wields Thoth's fang in his left hand and a Shield of Absorption in his right. Madelyne is here. She wields a Soulpiercer in her left hand and a mighty butcher's cleaver in her right. Yina is here. He wields a child's toy stuffed bear in his right hand. Elianon is here. Reyson is here. Bas is here. He wields a small blackjack in his left hand and a liquidinous unadorned banded shield in his right. Lorielan bides here, surrounded by a soft blur. She wields a crystalline staff of the elements in Her left hand. Martien is here. Taryius is here. He wields a withered staff of skeletal wood in his right hand. Azazell is here. He wields a razor-sharp, Targossian longsword in his left hand and a Targossian tower shield in his right. Zekiel is here. Sphera is here. Bjornryn is here. Mezghar is here. Keyo is here. Vincenzio is here. His features are obscured by a thin mask of sapphire paint. Truax is here. She wields a dusky medicine shield in her left hand and a living vodun doll of Ryzan in her right. She is surrounded by one reflection of herself. Mroxyl is here. He wields a deep sea fishing pole in both hands. Alasiel is here. She wields an elegant damask silk fan in her left hand. Aegoth is here. He wields an exquisite gentleman's cane in his left hand and a deadfall scythe in his right. Shokufeh is here. Aelyn is here. She wields a wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Torben is here. Nickolai is here. He wields a Mhaldorian bastard sword in both hands. Aelai is here. Braxxus is here. Sassafras is here. She wields a simple lightweight cavalry shield in her left hand. Ryx is here. Twilight is here, enshrouded by an impenetrable black umbra. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a shadow-infused set of magisterial robes. Navarr is here. Argwin is here. Azarae is here. Elyra is here. Zadkiel is here. She wields an elemental staff in her right hand. Zackery is here. The shapeless whorl of the Elemental Lord Ryzan flows ever onwards. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand. Ferrn is riding on a gleaming black riodian war horse. Atalkez is here. Nolah is here. Lyniara is here. Erienna is here. Edotlina is here. Jiraishin is here, shrouded. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of an austere grey coat.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest (open door), west, and northwest.

Sobriquet moves to stand next to Lady Pandora, in a defiant show of solidarity.

Aegis pauses for a scant moment, before slipping one armoured hand into His mantle. A soft gleam is seen as the Supreme Commander tosses a gnarled crown of Eileithyian wood before departing without a word.

An alarum of clashing blades resonates across the region as the Supreme Commander withdraws to the locus of battle.

Twilight, the God of Darkness says, "Ha."

You see Twilight, the God of Darkness shout, "This is not the first time You have abandoned Your temple, Aegis. Perhaps You would like My Darkwalkers to demolish it again for You?"

Pandora, the Wayward Heir says, "I believe you were all promised a party."

Across the battlefields and plains of Achaea, the voice of Aegis, God of War resounds like thunder, "Touch it but once, and You will regret it, Brother of Mine."

Grand Dome of the Aegean Manor. (indoors)
Formed into a perfect dome overhead, polished panes of obsidian are locked into place with thin strips of sparkling mithril. The surrounding torchlight glints off the reflective stone creating a bright aura about the chamber, every nook and cranny cleaned meticulously so that no dust begins to gather. A pair of immense golden doors lead out of the chamber to east, elaborate engravings covering every inch of the opulent metal. Lavish linens spread across wide chairs situated along the outside walls, reserved for emissaries waiting to meet with the Lord of Warfare in His chambers. Servants dash quickly across the vast dome and into other areas of the keep, a few lone acolytes shouting orders to the passing peasants and pointing them to their next assignments. A war chariot of blackened steel is here, drawn by a pair of great golden lions. Scarred steel wrenches into a solemn monument, a fitting tribute to the God of War. A small golden plaque rests firmly in the centre of the chamber. A wealth of ivories and scarlet gleams upon a stretch of silk depicting War. An imposing steel throne looms, utterly dominating its surroundings. Slightly shorter than its indomitable counterpart, a platinum-veined white marble throne presides here in regal poise. Glittering threads of crimson thread entwine in a breathtaking tapestry of impossible complexity upon this inscrutable carpet. Flapping its massive wings, a dire bat flies overhead. There are 2 silvery spectral gorillas here. With her back leg locked in the resting position, Bramble, a phantom donkey dozes here. A young blue dragon stands here with an aloof stare, wagging his tail idly. There are 3 crystalline golems here. A Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread. A powerful bull caribou stands here pawing the ground. A nebulous water weird is here. There are 2 massive dire wolves here. The shining figure of a guardian angel floats in the air here. There are 2 aklan servitors here. A war horse stands here, coat gleaming as it stands impatiently. Romping about vigorously, a tundra wolf pup is a bundle of energy. A gorgeous grey kelpie reclines, passive in its silken bridle. Resting here with a haughty expression is a golden gryphon. A swarm of bees hovers menacingly nearby. Twitching its wings, a charcoal black hippogriff majestically stands here. A heavily armoured knight stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings. A globe of light is here hovering. Gilliam is here. Tilia is here. Tlalaiad looms, cataloguing all with cold indifference. Glenmile is here. Miriew is here, vines undulating about his form. Lorath is here. The Silver Dragon Tarvius' imposing form looms. Leorea is here. Roenalia is here. Her features are obscured by a pure white porcelain mask covered in black blots. Kroac is here. Lii is here. Archaeon is riding on a magnificent kelpie. He wields a Logosian longsword in his left hand and a Shield of Absorption in his right. Babel towers above, churning plumes of blackened miasma wilting reality beneath His presence. He wields a spear of slithering flame in His left hand. Ayani is here. Her face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a butterfly cloak of lilac nacre velvet. Layta is here. She wields a black rose in her left hand. Darrod is here. Asani is here. She wields a plain, simple flail in each hand. Proficy is riding on Ruffian, an Infernal dingo. His features are obscured by a darkened mask of rudimentary iron beneath the raised hood of a grimly taloned cloak of copper-tinged samite. Miayakai is here. Morthif is here. Numira is here. She wields a simple, etched scimitar in her left hand and a flashy, razor-sharp scimitar in her right. Ellodin is here. He wields a glittering amethyst silk fan in his left hand. Atau is here, shrouded. He wields Thoth's fang in his left hand and a Shield of Absorption in his right. The Black Dragon Daeven's imposing form looms. Farrah is here. She wields the Staff of Nicator in her left hand. Yen is here. She wields a pair of thundersticks in her left hand. Calira is here. She wields a small wooden shield in her left hand. Kazuya is here. Mezghar is here. Myna is here. She wields a wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Asria is here. Her features are obscured by a mask of stormy lace with pearl accents. The Blue Dragon Armali's imposing form looms. Israyhl is here. Frances is here. Aegoth is here. He wields an exquisite gentleman's cane in his left hand and a deadfall scythe in his right. Melodie is here. She wields a bound shield of fanned copper feathers in her left hand. Kyrista is here. She wields an elemental staff in her left hand. Kriex is here. His features are obscured by a mask of pale rose petals. The shapeless whorl of the Elemental Lord Ryzan flows ever onwards. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand. Shirszae is here. The Silver Dragon Silvertorch's imposing form looms. Torben is here. Stheno is here. Gavriil is here. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a grim cloak. He wields a blackened-steel rose shield in his left hand and a Viper's Coil in his right. Adrik is here. His features are obscured by a mask of lifevision. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his right hand. Hulda is here. The Green Dragon Bail's imposing form looms. Kaburia is here. Her features are obscured by an umbrous badger mask. The Golden Dragon Laytron's imposing form looms. Atalkez is here. Tahquil is here. Twilight is here, enshrouded by an impenetrable black umbra. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a shadow-infused set of magisterial robes. Sobriquet is here, shrouded. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of an imperious cloak of stygian black. He wields an ivory shield bearing the Divine Order arms of Pandora in his right hand. Tesha is here. She wields a lucent shield adorned by an amethyst phoenix in her left hand and an elemental staff in her right. Santar is here. He wields Thoth's fang in his left hand and a Shield of Absorption in his right. Thaisen is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption bearing the House arms of the Discurean Outriders in his left hand and a butchering cleaver in his right. Elstan is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his right hand. Siduri is here. Allene is here. Glathna is here. Minifie is here. She wields Krissaegrim, a torturous lash in her right hand. Aleth is riding on a silvery spectral gorilla. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a concealing cloak of stygian wool. He wields a fearsome, rune-carved bastard sword in both hands. Arlus is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand. Artanis is here. His features are obscured by a mask of lifevision. Jarrod is here. He wields a shield of arcing lightning in his left hand and Elentari's Scourge in his right. Nylian is here. Valory is here. Keorin is here. She wields a knotted willow staff in both hands. Bjornryn is here. Amanda is here. Loraelina is here. Phaestus is here, the air about Him hazy with the intense heat of the forge. He wields a blacksmith's hammer in His left hand. Khel is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand. Ada is riding on a massive dire wolf. The Red Dragon Zbaco's imposing form looms. Hirst is here. Jiraishin is here, shrouded. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of an austere grey coat. Cerys is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand and a nearly perfect vodun doll of Minifie in his right. Moraig is here. The Black Dragon Andraste's imposing form looms. Esti is here. Lyndee is here. She wields a sapphire-inlaid shield in her left hand. Taryius is here. He wields a withered staff of skeletal wood in his right hand. Uilien is here. Her face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a tattered black cloak. She wields an elemental staff in her right hand. Vastar prevails here, wreathed in the relentless fury of the Storm. He wields Tempest in His left hand. Xallax is here. Laedha is here. She wields an inlaid rosewood mandolin in her right hand. Standing among many, Farstrider Ryssa Zviera-Rian tugs at her dress shyly. Tianondria is here. Her features are obscured by a delicate mask of mithril and sparkling gems. She wields a circular shield of obsidian in her left hand and a mighty butcher's cleaver in her right. Khaibit is here. Nym is here. She wields a Shield of Absorption in her left hand and a serpentine, obsidian-tipped whip in her right. Syrei is here. She wields a cyclonic, primitive lash in her left hand. Auria is here. Madelyne is here. She wields a Soulpiercer in her left hand and a mighty butcher's cleaver in her right. Alasiel is here. She wields an elegant damask silk fan in her left hand. Pandora hovers just above the ground, looking over Her surroundings with restless grace. Yina is here. He wields a child's toy stuffed bear in his right hand. Reyson is here. Martien is here. Bas is here. He wields a small blackjack in his left hand and a liquidinous unadorned banded shield in his right. Elianon is here. Ailea is here. Nalitia is here. Azazell is here. He wields a razor-sharp, Targossian longsword in his left hand and a Targossian tower shield in his right. Ashai is here. Zekiel is here. Lorielan bides here, surrounded by a soft blur. She wields a crystalline staff of the elements in Her left hand. Sphera is here. Keyo is here. Jurixe is here. Truax is here. She wields a dusky medicine shield in her left hand and a living vodun doll of Ryzan in her right. She is surrounded by one reflection of herself. Mroxyl is here. He wields a deep sea fishing pole in both hands. Saelily is here. Couldin is here. Vincenzio is here. His features are obscured by a thin mask of sapphire paint. Lanathel is here, shrouded. She wields a deep sea fishing pole in both hands. Aelyn is here. She wields a wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Anaidiana is here. Shokufeh is here. Zackery is here. Nickolai is here. He wields a Mhaldorian bastard sword in both hands. Braxxus is here. Aelai is here. Erienna is here. Ryx is here. Rackham is here. Navarr is here. Azarae is here. Sassafras is here. She wields a simple lightweight cavalry shield in her left hand. Argwin is here. Zadkiel is here. She wields an elemental staff in her right hand. Perthro is here. Marlo is here. Elyra is here. Achilles is riding on a charcoal black hippogriff. He wields a flawless mithril shield in his left hand and a longsword of red fire-white brilliance in his right. Lyniara is here. Nolah is here. Edotlina is here. Ferrn is riding on a gleaming black riodian war horse.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest (open door), west, northwest, and in.

Pandora, the Wayward Heir says, "Inwards."

The air before Pandora shatters into a kaleidoscopic doorway, the jagged panes of reality reforming in Her wake.

The ambient temperature abruptly cools as the Dwarf Lord vanishes, engulfed in hissing steam.

A grand throne room. (indoors)
With a ceiling nearly a hundred feet tall, this grand hallway projects a regal opulence that most mortal kings can only dream of. Frescos depicting Pandora - both as child and young woman - crowd the ceiling in an endless array of themes and compositions. Here, she wields the mythical Caduceus of Castigation. There, she confronts a crowd of gathered gods and stunned mortals, her father Aegis at their centre. It would take a mortal painter years upon years of work to complete a similar set of pieces, and yet the divine perfection in their craftsmanship is forever unattainable to the transient races. At the back of the room, a massive circular indentation holds a colourful stained glass representation of a glowing archway, its inside a dizzying swirl of disparate landscapes. A crystalline golem stands here. A massive dire wolf looms, black fur almost swallowing the light. Prophet Tesha al Ashtad is here. She wields a lucent shield adorned by an amethyst phoenix in her left hand and an elemental staff in her right. Pandora, the Wayward Heir hovers just above the ground, looking over Her surroundings with restless grace. Jarrod Dracrotalus is here. He wields a shield of arcing lightning in his left hand and Elentari's Scourge in his right. Holocaust Prince Taryius Lichlord, Preceptor of the Devout is here. He wields a withered staff of skeletal wood in his right hand. Ada al Ashtad is riding on a massive dire wolf. Zackery Aristata, Bulwark of the Baelgrim is here. Phaestus, the Smith is here, the air about Him hazy with the intense heat of the forge. He wields a blacksmith's hammer in His left hand. Wickerwoman Calira is here. She wields a small wooden shield in her left hand. Pirate Rackham Moliuvia, Dreadnought of Meropis is here. Kroac Akhrim, The Landcleaver is here. Principal Amanda Oenomel, Night Raven is here.
You see exits leading southeast (closed door), west (closed door), and out.

Reality buckles, revealing a lucent archway of crystal through which steps Lorielan, the Jade Empress.

In a baleful surge, screaming tides of pitch-black miasma seethe and coalesce into the towering form of the Lord of Oblivion.

A white marble throne veined with shining platinum descends, resting on a golden disc of pure light.

Pandora sits Herself very purposefully next to, and not on, Her throne.

Perched atop His shoulder, the raven herald of the God of Oblivion shrieks ferociously in a baleful command for silence.

The door leading southeast closes abruptly.
You hear the door leading southeast being locked.

Babel, God of Oblivion says firmly, "Silence, insects."

The lightless gaze of the Mad God glares forth with gelid dismissal, before shuttering closed, a look of wizened contemplation descending upon His features.

Babel, God of Oblivion says, "The inevitable approaches, as it always has. As it always will."

Pandora, the Wayward Heir says, "I didn't invite you, Babel."

Vastar, the Skylord says to Pandora, "No, I did."

Babel, God of Oblivion says, "To celebrate the age of one of Us..."

Babel, God of Oblivion says, "A tradition garnered from mortal-kind. How fitting."

Babel, God of Oblivion says to Pandora, "The custom I have observed among My servants is a gift of memory. An anchor to remember the moment for when the inevitable claims its due. Perhaps with more decorum than You are acquainted with."

Striking the base of His flame-bright spear upon the earth, the God of Oblivion tears a gaping rent in Creation before Him, the flailing rift sealing itself shut as a tiny platinum band drifts out of its innards and into His awaiting hand.

Pandora glares silently at Babel.

For a brief moment, Babel remains entirely silent, gazing upon the ravaged band with a fading scowl.

Babel, God of Oblivion says to Pandora, "And thus, a gift of remembrance, little Wayward Heir. Of Your dearest mother, plucked from the whorl where all things are destined to be."

At wordless command, the softly glowing band drifts from the outstretched hand of the Mad God, resting in place at last before Pandora.

Twilight, the God of Darkness says, "Yes. Do feel free to return there soon, won't you?"

Pandora's expression softens suddenly, taking the band and carefully examining it.

Babel regards Twilight with an impassive look for a moment.

Phaestus raises an eyebrow at Babel, pursing His lips.

Pandora, the Wayward Heir says, "I am sure you all will harass me endlessly if I don't show you."

Pandora proudly shows off a wedding band of void-ravaged platinum:
Imbued with a lingering prismatic aura, the radius of this dull, heavily worn wedding band has clearly endured hardship beyond report, the material barely discernible save for a scant few untouched segments which glimmer with uncharacteristic brightness. Tendrils of glowering dark streak throughout the ring like cracks through a pane of glass, the metallic structure undermined by some unimaginable force. Seated atop a diminished fixture, a large cracked diamond radiates a wholly unnatural chill, its depths sometimes giving way to a brief flare of mingling orange and rainbow-streaked hues, forever locked into a sputtering dance about one another.

Babel, God of Oblivion says, "The boundary passed, the beyond abound. Where She deigned to tread, only Her unmaking could dare to follow."

Babel, God of Oblivion says disdainfully, "Eris."

Babel, God of Oblivion says, "Gone. Forever."

An ancient rage churns amidst the endless dark of Babel's miasmatic aura, a harrowing chill descending upon the locale.

Babel, God of Oblivion says seethingly, "As it should be."

In silent acknowledgement, the God of Oblivion cants His head, and gazes elsewhere.

Lorielan, the Jade Empress says, "A minor trifle, a token to remind You that rebellion always has a cost. But what it offers is ever worthwhile. Let Them not define You anymore than You absolutely must."

Pandora runs Her fingers over a shattered ruby fetter, nodding at Lorielan but saying nothing.

Pandora, the Wayward Heir says, "Very well. It seems I cannot uninvite you from My own party."
Pandora, the Wayward Heir says, "Who is next?"

Twilight, the Dark Father makes an imperious gesture and a portal of violet flame manifests from without. Reaching into the encroaching gloam, the Elder God withdraws a mirror of Athuin, which He passes to Pandora.

Twilight, the God of Darkness says, "May the mirror of Athuin serve as a perpetual reminder of Your Identity, shared as it is with Your erstwhile twin."

Pandora nods with stubborn silence at Twilight.

Vastar, the Skylord says to Pandora, "Long before your manifestation within the conjoined essence of Aegis and Eris, before this world was spun from cosmic dust by the Aldar, the Elder Gods roamed across Creation as and where We pleased. Of Us, only two ever roamed further, or saw more, than I."

Vastar, the Skylord says to Pandora, "You are no longer a child, Pandora. That, at least, You are determined to claim. And though You are not an Elder Divinity, for Your maturation, as My eccentric Brother has noted, a gift is in order."

Vastar, the Skylord says, "These mortals cared not to think of upon what they trod in Aegis' temple. Or were too blind to notice."

Vastar, the Skylord says, "Likely the latter."

Vastar, the Skylord says, "Walking upon the woven threads of Fate itself. Their fates, and those of others, from worlds and planes uncounted."

Vastar gives a radiant tome to Pandora.

Vastar, the Skylord says, "I give You this: the history, the stories, of all the planes both born and unborn across Creation's infinite expanse in which You will find Your realm. Their past, present, and future is contained within, each tale wrought in materials unique to its Origin."

Pandora's eyes widen slightly, for once looking more than simply thoughtful about the gift She receives.

Phaestus, the Smith says, "Through this all. Through Your realm, through Your struggle. Through Your Growth."

Phaestus, the Smith says, "Remember that which matters most. That which, at least in name, I give you now."

Phaestus looses a melodic whistle, trilling up and down. But a moment later, a silvery magpie flits into the room, chirping curiously.

Phaestus, the Smith says, "Hope."

A silvery magpie swoops down, circling curiously at the sound of her name.

A grand throne room. (indoors)
With a ceiling nearly a hundred feet tall, this grand hallway projects a regal opulence that most mortal kings can only dream of. Frescos depicting Pandora - both as child and young woman - crowd the ceiling in an endless array of themes and compositions. Here, she wields the mythical Caduceus of Castigation. There, she confronts a crowd of gathered gods and stunned mortals, her father Aegis at their centre. It would take a mortal painter years upon years of work to complete a similar set of pieces, and yet the divine perfection in their craftsmanship is forever unattainable to the transient races. At the back of the room, a massive circular indentation holds a colourful stained glass representation of a glowing archway, its inside a dizzying swirl of disparate landscapes. There are 3 crystalline golems here. A massive dire wolf looms, black fur almost swallowing the light. The shining figure of a guardian angel floats in the air here. Staring about himself with an eternal frown, a spectral gorilla broods here. Flapping its massive wings, a dire bat flies overhead. There are 2 aklan servitors here. Beating its hooves and tossing its mane, a grey kelpie bellows with restless fury. A powerful bull caribou stands here pawing the ground. A Baalzadeen demon towers over you, filling you with dread. A war horse stands here, coat gleaming as it stands impatiently. Slightly shorter than its indomitable counterpart, a platinum-veined white marble throne presides here in regal poise. Resting here with a haughty expression is a golden gryphon. A swarm of bees hovers menacingly nearby. With her back leg locked in the resting position, Bramble, a phantom donkey dozes here. There are 51 tall glasses painted in confetti here. Twitching its wings, a charcoal black hippogriff majestically stands here. Wrought from living silver, a silvery magpie perches nearby. Roenalia is here. Her features are obscured by a pure white porcelain mask covered in black blots. Glenmile is here. Asani is here. She wields a plain, simple flail in each hand. Adrik is here. His features are obscured by a mask of lifevision. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his right hand. Couldin is here. Tilia is here. Siduri is here. Syrei is here. She wields a cyclonic, primitive lash in her left hand. Thaisen is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption bearing the House arms of the Discurean Outriders in his left hand and a butchering cleaver in his right. Cerys is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand and a nearly perfect vodun doll of Minifie in his right. Saelily is here. Achilles is riding on a charcoal black hippogriff. He wields a flawless mithril shield in his left hand and a longsword of red fire-white brilliance in his right. The Silver Dragon Tarvius' imposing form looms. Lorath is here. Nylian is here. Perthro is here. Archaeon is riding on a furious kelpie. He wields an indigo-hilted Dawnblade in his left hand. Lii is here. Arlus is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand. Gilliam is here. Moraig is here. Esti is here. Kroac is here. Aegoth is here. He wields an exquisite gentleman's cane in his left hand and a deadfall scythe in his right. Ayani is here. Her face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a butterfly cloak of lilac nacre velvet. Kazuya is here. Khel is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand. Tlalaiad looms, cataloguing all with cold indifference. Layta is here. She wields a black rose in her left hand. The Black Dragon Corentine's imposing form looms. Kriex is here. His features are obscured by a mask of pale rose petals. Hirst is here. Yen is here. She wields a pair of thundersticks in her left hand. Amanda is here. Miayakai is here. Atau is here, shrouded. He wields Thoth's fang in his left hand and a Shield of Absorption in his right. Calira is here. She wields a small wooden shield in her left hand. Nalitia is here. Gavriil is here. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a grim cloak. He wields a blackened-steel rose shield in his left hand and a Viper's Coil in his right. Atalkez is here. Ellodin is here. He wields a glittering amethyst silk fan in his left hand. Mezghar is here. Morthif is here. Miriew is here, vines undulating about his form. The Golden Dragon Laytron's imposing form looms. Frances is here. Truax is here. She wields a dusky medicine shield in her left hand and a living vodun doll of Ryzan in her right. She is surrounded by one reflection of herself. The Black Dragon Andraste's imposing form looms. Artanis is here. His features are obscured by a mask of lifevision. Darrod is here. The Green Dragon Bail's imposing form looms. Jarrod is here. He wields a shield of arcing lightning in his left hand and Elentari's Scourge in his right. Lanathel is here, shrouded. She wields a deep sea fishing pole in both hands. Torben is here. The Blue Dragon Armali's imposing form looms. Allene is here. The Green Dragon Vinzent's imposing form looms. Shirszae is here. The shapeless whorl of the Elemental Lord Ryzan flows ever onwards. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his left hand. Valory is here. Myna is here. She wields a wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Ashai is here. Minifie is here. She wields Krissaegrim, a torturous lash in her right hand. Kaburia is here. Her features are obscured by an umbrous badger mask. Melodie is here. She wields a bound shield of fanned copper feathers in her left hand. Anaidiana is here. Khaibit is here. The Red Dragon Zbaco's imposing form looms. Elstan is here. He wields a Shield of Absorption in his right hand. Sobriquet is here, shrouded. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of an imperious cloak of stygian black. He wields an ivory shield bearing the Divine Order arms of Pandora in his right hand. Kyrista is here. She wields an elemental staff in her left hand. Stheno is here. Glathna is here. Farrah is here. She wields the Staff of Nicator in her left hand. Santar is here. He wields Thoth's fang in his left hand and a Shield of Absorption in his right. Taryius is here. He wields a withered staff of skeletal wood in his right hand. Numira is here. She wields a simple, etched scimitar in her left hand and a flashy, razor-sharp scimitar in her right. Keorin is here. She wields a knotted willow staff in both hands. Asria is here. Her features are obscured by a mask of stormy lace with pearl accents. Hulda is here. Lyndee is here. She wields a sapphire-inlaid shield in her left hand. Wreathed in torrid fury, the Elemental Lord Apsethus blazes bright. Bjornryn is here. Twilight is here, enshrouded by an impenetrable black umbra. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a shadow-infused set of magisterial robes. Tahquil is here. Aleth is riding on a silvery spectral gorilla. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a concealing cloak of stygian wool. He wields a fearsome, rune-carved bastard sword in both hands. Phaestus is here, the air about Him hazy with the intense heat of the forge. He wields a blacksmith's hammer in His left hand. Loraelina is here. Ada is here. Tesha is here. She wields a lucent shield adorned by an amethyst phoenix in her left hand and an elemental staff in her right. Edotlina is here. Ryx is here. Nolah is here. Zackery is here. Vastar prevails here, wreathed in the relentless fury of the Storm. He wields Tempest in His left hand. Xallax is here. Shokufeh is here. Laedha is here. She wields an inlaid rosewood mandolin in her right hand. Ryssa is here. Tianondria is here. Her features are obscured by a delicate mask of mithril and sparkling gems. She wields a circular shield of obsidian in her left hand and a mighty butcher's cleaver in her right. Sassafras is here. She wields a simple lightweight cavalry shield in her left hand. Nym is here. She wields a Shield of Absorption in her left hand and a serpentine, obsidian-tipped whip in her right. Uilien is here. Her face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of a tattered black cloak. She wields an elemental staff in her right hand. Auria is here. Madelyne is here. She wields a Soulpiercer in her left hand and a mighty butcher's cleaver in her right. Elianon is here. Alasiel is here. She wields an elegant damask silk fan in her left hand. Reyson is here. Bas is here. He wields a small blackjack in his left hand and a liquidinous unadorned banded shield in his right. Marlo is here. She wields a wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Argwin is here. Martien is here. Lorielan bides here, surrounded by a soft blur. She wields a crystalline staff of the elements in Her left hand. Yina is here. He wields a child's toy stuffed bear in his right hand. Vincenzio is here. His features are obscured by a thin mask of sapphire paint. Azazell is here. He wields a razor-sharp, Targossian longsword in his left hand and a Targossian tower shield in his right. Ferrn is riding on a gleaming black riodian war horse. Mroxyl is here. He wields a deep sea fishing pole in both hands. Leorea is here. The Blue Dragon Kayeil's imposing form looms. Israyhl is here. Jurixe is here. Aelyn is here. She wields a wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Nickolai is here. He wields a Mhaldorian bastard sword in both hands. Pandora hovers just above the ground, looking over Her surroundings with restless grace. Sphera is here. Zekiel is here. Sothantos is here, shimmering with a ghostly light. He wields a steel dirk in his left hand. Erienna is here. Aelai is here. Rackham is here. Jocindi is here. Azarae is here. Zadkiel is here. She wields an elemental staff in her right hand. Braxxus is here. Elyra is here. Jiraishin is here. His face is partially concealed beneath the raised hood of an austere grey coat. Lyniara is here.
You see exits leading southeast (closed door), west (closed door), and out.

Pandora pets a silvery magpie ingratiatingly.

A silvery magpie chirps happily, nuzzling against Pandora's hand.

Pandora looks over the gathered Divine, expression softer than it was a few minutes ago. She awkwardly looks like She will say something, but doesn't.

Tlalaiad creases His brow in a frown.

Twilight, the God of Darkness says to Tlalaiad, "Yes. Now."

Tlalaiad nods at Twilight.

A burst of fulminous power echoes about the Skylord, a faint flicker of contempt crossing His Divine 
Tlalaiad, The Genesis says to Pandora, "We understand that You are missing a hand."

Tlalaiad gives a shadowed, severed hand to Pandora.

Tlalaiad, The Genesis says, "We will provide one."


His hands still crossed upon His hammer, Phaestus frowns at Tlalaiad, furrowing His brow.

Twilight, the God of Darkness says to Tlalaiad, "Yes. Perfectly done."

Babel shutters His lightless gaze exactly once.

Pandora proudly shows off a shadowed, severed hand:
Skin smooth and unmarred through the trapped time contained therein, the preservative magics of Anzari-tarin infuse bones and sinew within the severed hand of Selecuar's Doom. Shadowy miasma and amaranthine vapour writhes and seethes about each digit, scarred and blackened by both dirt and the golden radiance of Nicator's Staff in the moment it was once wielded by Parni deSangre against the Blue Fang in a manner defying the laws of God and mortal alike. A graven scar digs deep into the flesh of the palm, crimson lifeblood and sliced skin spelling out a single name in sorrow and remembrance: Kosuira.

Pandora, the Wayward Heir says, "I... see."

Pandora, the Wayward Heir says, "It seems that I cannot cast You all aside anymore than I can cast My realm aside. I have mixed feelings about this."

Tlalaiad, The Genesis says, "We hope you enjoy Our gift."

Pandora, the Wayward Heir says, "But thank You. For coming, and for the gifts."

With a decisive gesture, the Jade Empress exposes a glimmering portal in the ether and departs.

Babel, God of Oblivion says simply, "All is as seen, Wayward Heir."

A sickening chill pervades as winds from beyond whisk the miasmatic echo of the Lord of Oblivion away, and elsewhere.

The Skylord disperses into the primal refuge of the Storm, brilliantine lightning and rancorous thunder heralding His departure.