The Sundering of the Soul

[Lady Luna]

Luna was thrilled when the sun went down. She had forgotten what time it was.

The more the sunlight retreated, the brighter Luna would glow. An amazing silver aura.

[Baroness Angel DelaSangre]

Watching Death leave Anduins body she would run towards it. Ignoring everyone around her now. Only he mattered in her eyes. The father of two of her children. That might not mean much.. but it was something to her.

Taking him into her eyes she would cry lightly, not sure how to handle it, could she heal him? Oh.. she'd try.

Lifting her left hand up she would place it onto his chest. Shemight not be like the gods.. but she had her own healing powers.. white energy flowed from her body to his. Trying to knit what needed to be knit and replace his torn flesh with new ones. Closing her eyes as she concentrated deeply, whispering to him.

"Oh dear Anduin.. please be okay.. Sheena and Turin need you.. who will teach little Turin to fight? And who will keep little Sheena out of all that trouble? YOu need to help protect Turin from Sheena's little jealousy, they need you.. Turin needs you to protect him from his big sister who insists that fire is good on him.."

She felt a small smile coming to her lips, opening her eyes and looking down to him, her body shivered from the lose of energy.. if she didn't heal him.. then she was now weak for nothing. Speaking softly about the children.. how they've grown and what all acheivments they've managed.. maybe that was the motivation that Anduin needed to return to them..

[owlsight]

She was the same Athena that had turned the beautiful Medusa into a gorgon, eventually assisting one of her hero's in her demise. She was the same Athena that, when angered by Arachne, had changed the woman into a spider. Wise, yes, but the gods could be vengeful when it suited them.

Hopefully Gaea could untangle this mess after a time, but for now she raised the sword up over her head, the blade visible to the mortal eye. Her words were formal and forceful, even if her brother had abandoned her plan.

"I force thee not out, if thou wilt refuse mine word. Verily, I cast thee and the soul thou hast possessed, if thee refuse to release him. I cast thee into this blade, that thou shall ever remember thy place, incarnation of war. Thou art not but a personification of the gods' powers. Thou hast not power of thine own. Verily, thy host hast not power to stand so boldly before mine! Cast thee both hence more, if thou wilt not release him. If thou wilt not relinquish thy place and return to where thou belong until the voice of the gods' beckons thee forward, then thou wilt ever remain a simple sword until that day the earth mother consents to the destruction of her hills and peoples. Until that day shall thou serve a noble hand, doing always another's will."

Her very will would press to the incarnation, so that war would be drawn into the blade and trapped from then on. Hopefully Mobius would fight it, but if he wasn't able to then Athena didn't really care at this point. He'd chosen to do this. There were gods of forgiveness, but they weren't frequently found in the Greek's pantheon. In fact, the Greek gods were known for their wrath.

She didn't have time to catch Ryu's words to one of the oldest dieties in the clearing at the moment. Though Luna certainly seemed to have that handled.

[moirai]

Klotho held a smile about her face, a lightness about her as she stayed with her sisters on Mount Olympus at the hand of Zeus. Quiet and patient, she watched only those lives that were beginning and starting their threads. Such was the beginning of life and the deciding of a child's destiny.

There was another sister, handing the thread as it spun from Klotho. She watched, occasionally twisting the thread in a different direction. Hers was a disposer of lots, her brow furrowed with her eyes squinting down on each string.

Then the last, elderly Atropos sat with her golden scissors in one hand. She rose the threads as they came from Lakhesis' hand. These were tattered and torn at times, others barely new. Astropos saw only the end of things, the permanent. She who could not be turned.

Normally they worked in silence, save for when the gods intervened in their tasks. Now, though, Lakhesis frowned. "Hades has prevented him from following."

The others worked on, life and death moving along as Lakhesis paused and held Syn's thread up. "That wouldn't do. Apollo spoke of sacrifice, did he not?"

The others continued quietly, an occasional sigh coming from one or another as the weavers of fate continued quietly on.

"Well... that won't do," she said, twisting Syn's thread. His demonic self would be accompanying Death down to the Underworld for the time being. Such was the unswayed will of fate.

[Stoic Soul]

As the bolt of lightning shot into Pestilence's back, he would let himself be flung forward, spinning to face Ares as he managed to land on his feet. As he landed, he let two ebon bolts of lightning fly from his hands, aimed right at Ares' chest.

Death, meanwhile, had succeeded in getting Syn's demon to come down with him to the Underworld. Death would then spread his arms wide, and would begin to pull souls into himself. Using the demon's power to augment his own, he would pull the soul out of the void. With each soul he took, the dark aura around him would expand, tendrils of energy emanating from beneath his robes: Im betting Hades should be feeling different right about now. Then again, I told him he wasnt worthy of his post. Now he shall see why...: With that, Death would let out a piercing cry, wave of dark energy would spread through the underworld. As the energy spread, shambling figures would appear in the darkness, the sounds of shuffling feet echoing throughout Tartarus. The call of power would spread beyond Tartarus, into the other realms of the Underworld, as more and more souls answered Death's call.

War, meanwhile, was struggling. His essence was slowly being pulled from Mobius' body, while Mobius was trying to sever the link between himself and the incarnation. A look of desperation formed on Mobius' face as he managed to retake control from his body enough, that he would then shoot a beam of ebon energy at the incarnation, forcing the being from his body and into the sword. As the last of the incarnation was pulled into the blade, Mobius would then collapse, dropping to the ground unconscious.

[Earthmother Gaea]

"Those who wish respect should be more respectful." Was all she had to say to Ryu, and she's not just talking about his reaction to the gods. She turns her gaze to Famine, seeing him struggling to get loose.

Outside the confines of the clearing, a blizzard rages, already four feet of snow covered the ground in some areas, an after effect of the god's anger, perhaps. The mountain passes are closed, only the road to Golden Horn remains open, cleared by a squad of knights led by Sir Adrien.

As Luna grabs her hand, she smiles and rises up into the air with her. She reaches out with the other hand though, scooping some of the green ones out of the air before they detonate. One does not attack a goddess with energy, manipulation of energy was simple. As she tosses it back at the Incarnation of Famine, she whispers, "Ye wish for life force? Try a bite of this, Famine."

As the green ball flies towards him, he will see that it's life energy, perfect for him to feed on. It hits him square in the face, the power of it feeding his dark urges, building almost to ecstasy. Then he felt it, it was his own life energies that he was feeding on. The more he absorbed, the weaker he seemed to be. He can't stop feeding on it though, the delectable source too thrilling to deny. Thus would he stay, feeding only off of himself, until he was called to Rangorak by the Voice of the gods.

She lets go of Luna, floating back down to land near Artemis, lending her power for the task requested by Anduin. Both of the goddesses glow with power in the darkening night. Luna's light shone down from above, illuminating the clearing.

[Pendor Fae]

Someone might eventually notice the hobbit, sitting on the barrier wall of trees and vines, smoking longbottom leaf in his pipe. He blows perfect little smoke rings into the clearing below, as they pass Pestilence and the god, Ares, time slows subtly, the ebon bolts cast from the incarnation's hand slowing to a stop just before Ares' chest.

The hobbit nods to Ares, then turns to watch War sucked down into the sword. Who's sword? Luna's? He seems befuddled by the presence of the gods. The incarnations had no power over him, but the gods certainly did.

He blows another set of smokes ring towards Anduin's body, slowing time where the soul hovers, awaiting the gods will.

[owlsight]

A regular blade, actually. Not something so great as what the god's wield. No, this was something meant to be in the hands of mortal men. Though, because of the captive within, it would have to be a very good sort of mortal man, one of pure spirit and heart so that War would never again be able to bend another to his own will.

The cloak slid back into place over her shield, sword being sheathed at her side as she reached out into the air. The goddess became visible then, her spear returning to her hands as she turned and looked toward Pestilence and Ares. She didn't move to assist, however. After all, hot headed Ares liked to fight so very much. Let him. She, on the other hand, turned her face down to look onto the fallen dragonrider. He was weak now, and rightfully so. Perhaps he'd know better in the future?

Regardless, her presence protected him as she turned and reached her hand out toward Nym, "Lost daughter of Galiada, come retrieve what once was yours. Perhaps he has learned a valuable lesson," though she was not without kindness when she looked back toward Mobius. It took much strength to fight against something stronger than oneself, especially when that thing was something you had at some point thought you wanted. "Seek out wisdom next time, Mobius. Do not put yourself in the midst of a battle of higher powers, lest you risk losing yourself at the same time."

Then she noticed time slowing, looking toward Pendor a moment with a nod. Kronos was likely as old as Gaea, so Athena treated their avatars with due respect. Now, had it been an avatar of Ares... that would have been a fun mortal to pick at. Alas, it wasn't to be.

[hateweaver]

::He would lay motionless on the ground and at the same time his mind would be filled with both great sadness and joy for he is happy to be free but at what cost to himself. He must make amends for what he did so he would slowly stagger to his feet and turn to face Pallas Athena:: I am sorry for what I have done and now I will fight to make things right .:: He would hold out his hand and in an instant, the light would vanish and in its place a sword would be seen . He would turn in the direction where he sensed trouble and begin to walk that way and before he got out of hearing distance he would say some words filled with sorrow and anger:: I shall undo what I have done.

[Artemis]

She looked sympathetically down upon Angel; the goddess had lost mortals that she had loved, but she had always honored them, cutting them into pieces and placing them into sky. Looking at Angel, she smiled kindly, and touched fingers to her forehead, and her body would be flooded with warmth, the warmth only brought on by love, healing love. Her energy would be restored, and the goddess drew back.

Reserved gestures brought her to look at Anduin, and she simply nodded, the gentle smile never easing off of her lips. She stepped back and disregarded her bow along her back, and let Gaea and Luna join the circle.

Culminating the three magnificent powers that she beheld at her fingertips, the auras of the three would merge, bursting into the sky as a bright, luminescent pillar (which would seem like deja vu to some of the others who had witnessed the summoning). But this pillar held different powers, and certainly wasn't as nefarious.

Rapidly, the pillar seemed to burst, a tidal wave of energy flowing down from the top as if the pillar were a melting candle. The energy, powerful, radiant, amazing, curled into tendrils around the soul of Anduin, covering him until he disappeared into the energy. Then, a solemn pop, and like a bubble the energy popped and there was nothing. No Anduin's soul. No energy.

Nothing remained of the power that had just merged and took place, except for perhaps the awed look on the others faces.

Wearily, she put her hands down, the energy having been harnessed correctly, and she peered at Anduin's body, lying on the ground. The soul had been cast inside the body.

Now all they needed was for him to open his eyes.