Ages Eternal [IC] (Ages/Legends Eternal) War of the Gods

Mutare waited and through the eyes of his creations, he noticed that the fighting had stopped. He did know why but it has stopped? A shame. He was nearly done prepping his Garden and was hoping that Paloria's alliance would attempt to enter it. Still what happened has happened. Now the gods will focus their attentions oon him, for what he has done to Paloria. A noble gesture, but one he will need to avoid. He might lose his powers, or become imprisoned for thousands of years. No that won't do. There is just too much work. He would rather have everything burned and razed then start all over rather then waste time walking with mortals or rotting in a cage. H'Mog enters his lair and Mutare spoke.

"The war ended? Pity. Wished for more. Wanted to see how Garden would defend. To how effective creatures are at craft. Why have you come? For punishment? For favor? For debt?"
 
H'mog simply responded "All of them. I is here to punish you, and you will let me steward your garden until you are done in prison. I sorry Mutare, but this is how it ought be. Please let no more die for this." Mutare could see the lack of soles in his feet, he had fully ascended SHel to take his place and lost the power of generating orcs, but not ALL his powers. He was very ready for this confrontation. "Don't do nothin' foolish."
 
Now that one half of the deal was done, Ref set off. Arriving outside of the Garden where Mutare lay, Refcaskha calls out. "Mutare! The war is over!" He calls out, his voice booming. "You need not fear retribution from Paloria any more! But it is still time to pay for your crimes. I do not want to fight you, nor destroy your creations. Come peacefully." He says, wondering if passing him on to Eellae was a good idea.

"You will be with Eellae, under the ocean. I am sure that, with enough coercing, you could convince her to allow you to continue your work. But you will not harm another being again."
 
The shores of Slua stood resolute as clammy waters eternally beat at the sand and stone. Off the coast there stood a tower of bronze. It was hollow and made for function over form. Wind beat at the few remaining undead that climbed over the scaffolds. They belched, bloated and unrecognizable with molten metal, fusing joints and strengthening pillars. The work went on, until, at last, the scaffolding fell away, sending the undead to their watery rest beneath the sea.

The water bubbled and writhed. Something massive slowly rose from the waves. The Worm in Waiting, its neck broken, slid its throat through the tower, and in the second her rotted spine touched, the bones knitted together. The great cosmic worm's corpse, possessed by prayer, began to ascend. The moon was high in the air. Shadows stretched over the horizon, as the true size of the Worm in Waiting was revealed the world. Its tendrils spewed forth, and, incredibly, grasped the moon itself. A pair of jaws the size of a city bit into the hardened lead, crunching down on the surface, breaking away the plating over the contents within.

Molten metal dripped from the cracks, pooling in her mouth as she greedily drunk Dymos' lost power. Her shadow seemed to grow and grow, until it could be seen even from Obus. The Worm sent silent cracks across the surface of that luminous orb, until, it lay in the sky a nigh-shattered and broken sphere.

The Worm turned her senses toward the world beyond Slua, feeling the essence of those far away.

She had risen, a corpse no more. The Worm had transcended her mortal needs, became her own being.

The Worm had become the Goddess of Undeath: immortal, incorruptible; more powerful than her wildest dreams.
 
Dymos climbed down the worm. He had no idea what was going on, but leaping off he landed in the desert of yuuk.

Ugh, the Lech are still a disgusting problem. Dymos wandered off to find what might have changed...

((At this, the war is over. Please post actions in Idain in this thread, and actions in Obus in this thread. Thank you!))
 
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