A meeting of Madness

Sometime in a past

The twelve sit in various poses of rest and unrest, some obviously uncomfortable with being in so close a proximity to some of the others.They sit in a temple atop a mountain that can see all realities spread out below them. No mundane eyes could look upon their continence and not instantly go insane with the incomprehension of who these twelve are. They glow and burn with power brighter than a sun and like the sun, to look upon them would be to lose those eyes in a binding burst that would shatter your body and your whole being if not your very soul.

So how the young brass dragon born sits among them not even the gods know. The discussion has been going on for an eternity or an instant depending on who and what you are, but it has ended, they have agreed.

“We are really going to do this thing?” Mystra’s voice has a sense of disbelief, and hope. She looks to Oghma and Savras, both are not comfortable with it, but are willing to take the risks.

Azuth, his hair as always a wild mess, his eyes blank and vacant stares of with mouth wide and a trail of drool running down his mouth. Leira slaps him in the face and he jerks back, his green eyes flash with humour and he seems to come alive once more.

“Sorry” he says, I get so much into the role sometimes that I can’t help myself.” He pulls an orange out of his pocket and starts to peel it. “Very exciting isnt it.’ He asks Leira who not paying him any more attention. She misses her Courts of Illusion and wonders how she is even here, she was after all dead.

Tymora and Tyr seem to be lost in each others eyes while Cyric and Torm were in deep in discission heads close together, nothing can good come from those two plotting together. Savras seem at peace with what they are going to do, new knowledge and understanding will eventually permeate the realities and revolution is never bloodless. Mielikki, has already drifted away, she looks off in the distance to a herd of unicorns drifting through the waves down by the water, the froth and sea foam blending and blurring with their white fetlocks so it seemed they were more water than earth creatures in that moment.

They have all decided and will do this thing. Udoroth has words or at least eye contact with each of them before taking his leave. The compact is made. Excession.