Quoth the Raven

Cataclysmic Benevolence

A force of immeasurable strength strikes the remnants of my awareness with vaulted will. Were I more than I am, I would certainly recognize it for what it is. It's identity is strikingly familiar, yet continues to allude me, slipping through my talons like gossamer.

Molded, shaped, reforged, reformed. Pulled from the empty void of oblivion, I am reborn. Yet the energy of my destruction remains within, overpowering, overwhelming. The chaotic forces threatening to once again unmake me. I am pulled inexplicably to the prime materia, a device of ultimate destruction awaiting to be unleashed. And yet, I feel I can do nothing to avert the disaster.

Yet, I have sensation, I feel. I feel the earth beneath me, surrounding me, enclosing me. My unbound eyes open, revealing the unpenetrating darkness of the underworld. Sealed away in this nebulous tomb, a location certain to bring about the most devestating effects upon my imminent fatality.

The power builds, coursing along my body in arcing bolts of jade lightning. The remnant shards of the Destiny Gate are embedded beneath my black skin, glowing with the power of Order, casting a blue glow that strives to control the rising destructive fury of the chaotic.

I rise to my feet painfully, the withered vestiges of my once boundless wings falling to tatters. The scar upon my face burns to the bone, etching a permenant brand into my skull.
Heat, heat so profound it rises in visible patterns, withering and melting the rocks, pools of magma collect at my taloned boots. Surges of radiation rise from my glowing form permeating the land, forcing a mutative effect that was never meant to be.

"This cannot be. There must be something that can be done."
Order. I am the vessel, the conduit of Order. The power can be bound, changed. The thought rebounds through my mind, forcing a semblance of calm and determination.

The arcing bolts become more aggravated, as if sensing my thoughts, the power exponentially growing, seeking to thwart all control. I draw upon all of my will, forcing the power through the focal of the destiny shards. The energy writhes, seethes, fights all control. "Divine Order, aid me."

My form is enveloped completely in the azure glow of holy light, bolstering the integrity of the mystical crystals. Direction. The power demands direction. Direction which must come now.

The mountain under which I am bound heaves with wave after wave of pulsing energy. I have no choice. The fate of the realm depends upon this now.

Falling to my knees, I drive both fists into the slurried rocks. A glowing azure sphere expands, grows, encompasses the land... I have mere seconds, I must release the power. Wild surges of jade lightning flow into the earth, the power mounting, building, escalating, escaping, refining, rebuilding, remaking, undoing. The land rolls, heaves, roils, seizes, ERUPTS. "What have I done!" Golden tears fall down my smouldering face.
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A cataclysmic eruption shakes the realms. The sky fills with ash and burning cinder, darkening into the depths of lightless night. Far to the south, Mount Kurgan explodes violently, destroyed, the land surrounding it is upheaved, broken. Viscuous polar winds seize the land, encapsulating the area in ice. The remnants of the chaotic energy mutates all life within the confines of the order sphere. None escape. What has happened.