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The Heart of the Garden of Graves.....all over again
Her eyes squinted, though there was barely enough light to see it. Her head tilted to the side, the way it did when she considered smiling, or instead unleashing an annihilating wave of necrotic obliteration. The two reactions were so close inside her, like opposite sides of the same coin.

She had watched this group for some time, an eternity and an instant, simultaneously possible in her demesne. So to have held them in her hand was to feel the closest thing to joy that one could experience in this dark, damp, joyless, emotional desert known as The Shadowfell.

But wait, the planes were shifting. She had felt it before. Prior to the great cataclysm, and in the early days of the awakening. The shifting was almost imperceptible, but it was there. On the edges of reason. One never knew what it meant, but only that it meant something. Something was happening in the fabric of reality that had only happened a few times before. It was significant enough that, like ripples on a waters surface, there was an effect that would be felt far removed from the source, to those who were....aware. And she could feel it.

Then she saw it. Before her eyes, reality began to melt. The stuff of existence was bleeding. A wound in the essence of the universe. From the wound belched life. A life unlike any she had known. It was an affront to all things. It was them. From the 5th dimension. She had seen them in a dream. And she knew them instantly. By the smell. The smell of overly simplified rules.

A wave of shock hit her like the breath of a dragon. A feeling she had known when she was much younger. And more rash. But this time, she would not react. She would watch and wait. Seething, but still. She watched them come and help the heroes who had survived. She watched them assist the survivors pluck those souls from her demesne. She couldn't simply ignore this incursion. So she snapped her fingers and triggered her servants. They gave chase, but not before the survivors leaped in some strange portal. She caught a glimpse of him. The Traveler. She should have known.


She would deal with him and his cohorts later.

Now, she looked through the eyes of her servants. They had opened the well gate, dropping the 5th dimensioners into one of her favorite endpoints. Hell itself. And immediately adjacent to a hellmouth. Oh the joy at the thought of what would come through. And then she saw it. The Marilith. There was no point in watching further. She ported her servants back to her side and waited for the souls to come. They always came eventually. She looked back to the souls waiting patiently before her and finished the smile she started barely 5 minutes ago. And then she obliterated them all.
Session: Game Session 801: In the Heart of the Beast PART II - Saturday, May 07 2016 from 2:15 AM to 5:45 AM
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Tags: Raven Queen , Tamel