[ENSŌ] - THE TEMPEST NEVER DIES

[thankgods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The final player enters the field
When: April 30th and onward
Where: On the coast of Ensō
Warnings: Nothing of note!

For the past several months, you've seen it on the horizon. A dark shape, at first, like a distant landmass getting closer and closer. It's continued to draw close, until it becomes apparent that for all it might look like a fragmented chunk of land, overgrown with moss and decaying vegetation, it is far from it.

It's a living being.

And by April 30th, it will have made landfall. A rush of seawater surges up over the beaches of Ensō as the beast settles along the northwestern shore, hulking and massive and rivaling even the great dragon Ahidalgo in sheer size.

When they nestle down against the edge of Ensō, they will lift their heavy head, rocky and streaming water, and open a set of six small, glowing eyes. They do not appear hostile. They regard any who might come near them with a seeming impassivity, though given how much they dwarf all of you, it might be awfully hard to read this creature's demeanor.

At least until they speak aloud.

"SO. THIS IS WHAT YOUR HISTORY HAS WROUGHT."
They're not going away anytime soon, either. It's only a matter of time before the other two gods in the area realize what's happening and reach out.

If you want answers, better talk to them now.

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[thankgods]

THAT IS WHY I AM HERE.
THE WORLD DID NOT END WHEN IT WAS MEANT TO.

[ideismo]

Perhaps. And yet, I...

[...]

...I know two people whose lives didn't end when they were meant to. That doesn't mean that they were worth nothing, regardless of what I may have told them or what I wanted them to believe.

[thankgods]

THEN THAT IS THE LUXURY OF MORTALS.
TO MAKE THOSE CHOICES AND NOT NEED TO FACE THE UNIVERSAL CONSEQUENCES.

[ideismo]

Do not speak to me of consequences - my world is dying due to the technology used to revive them!

[Some part of him, admittedly, wonders if he's making the same mistake again - refusing to let go of those he stands to lose, acting through guilt and selfish desire - but this...it feels different, somehow. He's not sure if it feels better, but it definitely does feel different, and for now that's enough for him.]

My world was meant to end thousands of years ago! It was the destined fate of the ancients to be devoured by the Adephagos; Terca Lumireis was to be consumed whole - and yet we fought back then, and the calamity was driven back! It didn't save the world, but for a time it spared it, and I refuse to believe that no such possibility exists to prolong the life of this world. If the outcome you speak of is inevitable, then perhaps that seems meaningless to you, but I can assure you that it is not meaningless to those who have made their lives here!

[thankgods]

PERHAPS THE WORLD SHOULD HAVE BURNED.
THIS ONE OUGHT TO HAVE.
IT WILL DIE SLOWLY. NOTHING LASTS FOREVER.
ITS TIME HAS LONG SINCE RUN OUT.

IF IT IS YOUR LIFE AND THE LIVES OF YOUR FELLOW WANDERERS THAT CONCERNS YOU, YOU WILL BE SENT BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME.
YOUR LIVES ARE ONLY ON THE LINE IF YOU CHOOSE NOT TO ACCEPT THAT CHANCE.

[ideismo]

That isn't what concerns me. Surely you're aware of the others on these islands - the mortals and the avatars alike.

[thankgods]

THE AVATARS OF WHICH YOU SPEAK ARE MERE MEMORIES.
SHADES.
THEY ARE REMNANTS OF GODS LONG-DEAD.