We witnessed a strangeness beyond that which We normally gaze upon. The Bright Gods, working as They often do. Putting that which is out of place back in Order. It is right.

Then it was wrong. A Well. Should We intervene? Ours may be at risk.

No, it is handled. The fire birds are wounded and We see the Brightest One lead them away. We know without knowing how that decades may pass before a rebirth. She will keep them whole to fight another day. Pity such power is beyond Our reach.

We see Him, the smouldering One, working. Always working. Distracted? Perhaps an opportune time to add His strength to Ours.

We see another, flung to the Prime. Wounded. An easy target.

We will watch.

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Summary: The Bloodsworn Gods fought a battle in the Outer Planes and, though victorious, there was some collateral damage. Coelano, a demigod in charge of the Greater Phoenix blaze, was cast to Cyrene where he was freed and tended to by the Order of Deucalion. Another follower of Deucalion, Haldoran La'Saen began the work of cleansing any remaining Chaos taint, beginning with Cyrene.


Penned by My hand on the 3rd of Valnuary, in the year 755 AF.