Gate of Memoirs/Loss

The world is ending. Tsovinar has lost her High Priest, and all shall feel her pain.
Final Episode—Kismet—
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*An impenetrable silence hangs over the persistent gloom of the drowning plateaus.
*Even the waves ceased their echoing roars, as if the Endless Abyss reflected the grief of their goddess.
Music: "Creator"	Music: "Creator"
 	
*Grief that spiralled rapidly into anguish, as she wrenched up the limp body of her High Priest.
*Tsovinar: <Sae...ren...this...>
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*<You were insolent, I believed. Worse than the cowering land-walkers above.>
*<How quickly they fell over themselves to gain my favor...>
*<Content to lie in my darkness, that was all I granted.>
*<Here and there I heard something.Some attempt to communicate...some ebb and flow of energy.>
*<But as long as they made their offerings, their affairs were below my concern.>
*<...Then, you had the gall to wade into my domain.>
 	
*<The stagnant sea and my own restlessness gnawed at my patience, and so did you.>
*<...but you never stopped coming.>
 	
*Tsovinar: <This talk of priests and their treacherous ways...Impossible!>
*Tsovinar: <I am a *goddess*! How dare they keep me chained with false pretenses of worship!>
 	
*Tsovinar: <I will have them PUNISHED.>
 	
*<I spared you for your intervention. But only just.>
*<Little did I know I had already understood...>
*<...how important you had become.>
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*For the first time since she had come into being, Tsovinar felt...pain.
*Physical pain was of no concern to the deep goddess, but mental—indeed emotional—pain was foreign to her alien mind.
 	
*As Tsovinar's pallid face contorts in confusion and anger, she snaps up a hand toward that insolent dragon spirit.
 	
*The grievous wound left by her pelagic lance began to glow and fill his blood with a sickly green light.
 	
*The deep goddess looms over him and growls, eldritch accent filled with malice.
*Tsovinar: <You have deprived his congregation of their priest...and my swarm of his service!>
*Tsovinar: <I will utterly *crush* you.>
*Tsovinar: <Beg. Scream. There will be no mercy.>
 	
*Tsovinar: <Mnahn' hlirgh...Ah'mglw'nafh!>
 	
*The cry that tore itself from the dragon spirit's throat was one of pure, choking agony.
 	
*The mark of the Abyss begins to burn his life force away as the tides surge with renewed force.
*The Naga, witnessing their omnipotent goddess in the flesh, descend into a religious frenzy like no other.
*The overrun beach, no longer held back by the warrior monk who single-handedly rebelled against the black tides,
*mirrors the dark sky pierced by streaks of lightning and the rumble of thunder.
*A hint of jade-green flashes amid the chaos, perhaps only a trick of the light.
*The Queen Mother was nowhere to be seen, such was the force of the deep goddess's ire.
 	
*Reeling from the sudden cry, Sero-Anya whips around and watches in full horror the slow torture of her adoptive guardian.
 	
*Hopeless in the struggles against even her own selves, Sero-Anya nevertheless dives into the fray,
*twin desires of destruction and salvation clinging to her tenuous grasp on identity.
 	
*The maelstrom rises, and blackest destiny begins to descend upon Aimyhr...
*...once again victim of a goddess's unbridled fury.
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*The Endless Abyss hungersand all will drown.