Kevin's Watch

Murrin wrote:The heck are you all talking about?

Madadeva wrote:We have not heard from him ... perhaps he is in shock!!

Madadeva wrote:Unless someone spilled the beans to him in NY!!!

Allfather,

I am Zephyr Bhakti, God of Forests. I speak for the pantheon of the Third Age of Eiran.

Yes, you know these things, but you are the Allfather, so a degree of formality and respect is appropriate. *gives Madadeva a stern look*

As you can see - as you can feel - Eiran is being destroyed. I don't speak of the battles between deities of this pantheon. Petty squabbles may cause different types of damage, but they do not threaten the world itself. The Bleeds, however, do. The reality of the Bleeds is being imposed onto the reality of Eiran. This power violates all laws of the world of Eiran.

Combined, we of the pantheon encompass many domains. Some to greater degree, some to lesser. And we possess different understandings, different wisdoms, different knowledge. We have learned little of the Bleeds' power, or how to stop it. We try, and, perhaps, slow things down to the smallest degree. But we cannot be sure of accomplishing anything. Eiran may well be entirely overwritten as we try to hold it together with our bare hands.

You, however encompass all domains; all of them to the absolute degree. And you possess all understanding, wisdom, and knowledge; all of them in all fullness. You have the ability to stop the Bleeds; to reverse the damage, restoring Eiran to its beauty and health.

And of much greater importance, you have the ability to seal Eiran from their power permanently. The World Breaker has used this power to violate Eiran in two Ages now. We are as helpless against it now as my parents were.

But you are not. Please, Allfather, stop this. Take whatever power you need from any and all of us. If more than power is required, whether as a matter of balance or as a sacrifice, all I have and all I am is offered. Strip me of my divinity. Strip me of my identity. Take my life. Entirely unmake me. Anything I can give to save my home I give gladly.

You have failed! And have fallen. The sadness is you may not even know it ... or why. But I have tasted your power. In my memory of the taste of your sentinel raven, I can now recall destruction and chaos! Can even you be immune to the Omega? I certainly know the infection of Chaos and Destruction. It has led to my form now. While you are more powerful than I was (or am), are even you immune to its touch? Perhaps between the ages, your exposure to the Omega has been undermining your commitment to your Creation. Making you ripe for madness! And Mox, a minor deity in the cosmic firmament, but a bearer of madness: a world builder you may be, but even the largest and most powerful can sometimes be infected but the most small. Perhaps madness now accelerates your taint.

Repair this world and then leave - or give your power to one or many who will repair it and then leave. Your creation no longer needs you, and in fact is harmed by your presence.

If you do not, you will face our combined might. I have grown fond of battles. Perhaps I have absorbed some of the desire of my friend uKulwa. WAR against you will be a delightful experience!!

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What say you Creator of Eiran? What say you, failed overGod!!?