If Mesia had stayed for just a few moments longer she would have noticed something strange. The runes did come into contact with with the now defunct Krylo/Haeru, and they did break what had been repaired, returning the moderator to her (more or less) natural state.

However, the rune immediately remended.

Something beyond simple changes to surface runes had been altered.

The moderator had given up... and due to his strange abilities, even more uncanny than his regeneration, any attempts to 'fix' him were quickly dismissed.

However--Raiden's actions had drawn the attention of the creators, and there was one in particular who looked onto it in scrutiny. One who saw Krylo fall, and one who didn't give a damn about the rules governing his kind.

"Pyros...isn't exactly on the best terms with his father. However, it isn't Pyros or Mesden that needs to talk to their father, it's me.

"Really though, you shouldn't be that worried about what would happen if Raiden stepped in. For all intents and purposes, Raiden already has the power of a creator. However, he still isn't officially recognized as one. That little technicality is what is preventing them from intervening." Ecurt was about to continue, but suddenly froze.

"Then again...maybe I have underestimated one of them..."

With a frown, he turned to Pyros. "Change of plans. Pyros, you and I need to be going. Grab Pedro if you can too-we'll need his talents as well."

OOC: No no, see, that was me role-playing the character of Fifthfiend, popping in and saying, Oh man, the things you people get up to down here!*

Eh? Eh?

NOT OOC: Fifthfiend dusted himself off, stuck his tongue out at Pyros, and turned to face the towering menace that was Raiden. Brow furrowed and fiery aspect to his eye, he coiled himself to strike.

"Yoink!" he cried as he zipped back, high-tailing it for the (marginally) saner enclaves of forumdom!

*Cause see! If I was actually the incarnated personification of my fictitious forum-self, happening upon his fellow forumites locked in a high-stakes battle for the fate of all creation, why, that's just the sort of thing my avatar-me would say!

"What the spork?"

Pyros turned to Ecurt. "Fine then. I'll take you to him. But don't expect to not, not be kicked about with a boot the size of wyoming." Pyros waved his hand and a small portal appeared, from which a radiant light poured out of. "I mean, you've heard of the jackheeled boots of Tyranny, these are the Aceheeled boots of Omnipitanny! Also, he may kill you on the spot. But hey, this is more amusing than the other plans of action."

Pyros said with a sigh as he picked up Ecurt by his shirt, and hurled him in. "Also, if he asks, It's all Raiden's fault!"

The rocky ropes sprung out of the Earth and wrapped around the Wizard’s now obscure four armed shape. The spikes seem to twist and tighten, constricting the movement of the Wizard… for a few seconds. A brown glow seemed to emanate from the Wizard a second later, and the stone turned to dust. What was the point of that? It’s not like he actually… The Wizard then noticed that Raiden had already subdued both the Dragon’s Bane and Krylo in those few short seconds. …Damn.

The Wizard thought about this for a few seconds and started to feel his surroundings. The scream of the barren land they were on echoed in his ears, the tearing of the fabric of reality present in his subconscious. He seemed to stand still for another few seconds, motionless, trying to forget the pain and anguish of the world around him. It blurred his eyesight and warped reality for a few seconds, before the Wizard was again in control of his senses. He noticed that quite a bit of combat was going on, but many others seemed to be planning. He saw someone that had not yet broken out of their stone coffin, and sighed slightly. What the hell is the matter with that guy? I would think he would have enjoyed this fight, but he hasn’t done anything in a long time.

The Wizard strode over to where Mauve, Ecurt, and Pyros had gathered. It seemed that Pyros was taking Ecurt to meet his father, for who knows what suicidal reason. With another sigh, the malformed shape of the Wizard meandered over to Mauve. He threw up all four of his hands in defeat and asked her, “So… do you have any idea how we are going to get out of this alive?”
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The Light Wizard had tried desperately to hide his Chaos Spear behind his back for the beginning of the fight, but it seemed that the ploy had not worked. Had not worked at all. With a sigh, he focused his attention on the Thunder God, his eyes starting to glow, a manic glee behind them. Light radiated from his body, shining and pure. His ivory colored cloak rose in the air, as though disrupted by some unseen force. The once pure glow from the Light Wizard seemed to warp and twist. The light gained a sinister aura around it, and suddenly the glow seemed to expand. The perverted light started to quickly descend upon the Thunder God, a blast of pure holy magic meant to draw attention to the White Wizard.

Pyros then scratched his head, remembering he was missing something. Or someone. Then it hit him. He heated up the air under Pedro's feet to launch him into the air, and then threw him into the portal.

Then Twiddy came up to ask a question and Pyros just threw him in for no real reason.

Then, with his tasks done, Pyros sat down and had some Sake.

"Oh wonderful, I see you are using this increased power responsibly. I guess I'll have to take a different tack if I wish to affect this battle."

He moved his goggles up off of his eyes, and stared around the house. The manifestation of pure sight where his eyes should have been, it was as though he were casting the spell constantly. A closet door showed the indications he was looking for. He put the goggles back on, filtering things down to just what most people saw, put his gloves back on, and opened the closet. Unless his sight had failed him, he was now heading into a realm of all the traumatic events which had shaped Pyros' life. If he could help Pyros overcome a few of them, it might make him saner, and more help in the battle.

Of course, one might be wondering what had happened to Arhra during this time. After all, the last that had been seen of the petite girl had been her vanishing into a pit along with Raiden when POS had blasted the pair with his Negative Heart Crusher. The lack of an explosion indicated that she probably wasn't dead. On the other hand, they had changed planets since then. Maybe even now Arhra was trying to get back to the battlefield with an intergalactic rowboat. Actually, she wasn't, but its nice to consider the possiblities.

Haeru's planetary shift manevour had translated everyone into a location very close to where they had been at the Temple. Thus, Arhra was underground. However, she had appeared in an air pocket and then pursued a course of action she decided had great relevance to the current situation.

Everything had just come to fruition.

The ground heaved as a hole opened. Strangeness leaked out, residue of the chaotic magic that Arhra had used while entombed in the earth. Grass turned crystalline, flowers screamed and spat blood at one another, bugs exploded and a rich, heady smell wafted out. It remained to be seen what unthinkable dreams of things that were not meant to be that a mind unfettered by ordered thought had wrought.

Something that looked rather like a mole climbed out. It ranked low on the 'unspeakable horrors that man was not meant to know' scale. Especially since it appeared to be wearing a slightly battered tophat. A few other underground denizens crawled out and clustered around its edges. Some were mole-like, some like other burrowing animals, others were vaguely wormy and a few were quasi-reptiles.

If Arhra had been trying to create a horrifying army of chaos-spawn, she'd failed miserably. In fact, they were cute in their own weird way. Still, something dramatic might be salvaged. An infernal piping and the deep beat of drums in the dark began. Arhra rose into view, bourne aloft upon a palaquin carried by several of the creatures.

She sat, with stately and regal mien, upon a throne of warped design, whorling patterns carved into its ebon surface seeming to shift before one's very eyes. Upon her head she wore a crown of chaos - a freakish fusion of stone, metal, and living wood and bone, flaming and flowing, liquid jewels of light adorning it. Chaos burned in her eyes, ancient and primeval.

Arhra then spoiled everything by waving cheerily and bursting out, "Hello everyone! Guess what! They made me their queen!" Arhra indicated the various creatures around her which burbled happily to one another with barely understandable voices. She looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing, "Well, I had to explain it to them and I'm not sure they entirely grasped the concept.... but I'm still royalty! And do you know what that means Raiden?" Arhra plunged on with a statcato rush of words, "It means I am more important than you!"

OOC: Raiden, do NOT godmode my actions.

IC: "Chaos...Order...these things hold no meaning in their own right, but are integral components of the Balance I am charged with protecting."

"Raiden." he said, although the word he spoke was actually Raiden's True Name, "By slaying those who champion Chaos, you have tilted the balance in favor of Law. Furthermore, your actions have caused innocent people to be hurt, making those actions evil and putting you under my jurisdiction. Now you shall pay for your transgressions."

A simple glance told the Dark Arbiter that Raiden was not actually here, only small manifestations of his will, divine avatars on a small scale. Something was beefing Raiden up, and with the power of Reality itself behind him, he knew he could handle this. The others had done well, distracting the Thunder God, and now it was time to end this.

"I am, in a sense, a guardian. For the balance of the universe to be preserved, my existence is necessary. Thus, trying your trick on me will be futile." A polite warning first.

Dragonsbane raised one hand, and glowing golden light blossomed in the palm, "Come, Raiden." again, it was actually the True Name spoken, "Errant Thunder God, I summon you by the power vested in me to manifest entirely upon this mortal plane, in the form of one incarnation."

The spell roiled through Raiden's being, pulling his stormlike power into a crackling maelstrom of lightning that funneled down and inward, pouring into one form...

Sub-Pyros called out from his spot on the couch. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you."

He then rolled over and stretched, then began scratching Kitty Pyros's back. "You see, Pyros doesn't like people digging around. Especially not us. Or you."

Asheth agreed from her la-z-boy. "Yeah. Makes it a pain to do any spring cleaning around here. Just yesterday I was cleaning around the cupboards and all of a sudden a giant claw came out of a box of cheerios and slashed at me!"

Kitty Pyros had only one thing to say. "Meeoww!" (MEEEOW!")