In the wake of the rather scathing rebuttal of her previous groom's Divine protector, Hecate, the Crone Queen, had spent many a smoky day within her boudoir, nursing the vicious scars upon her horrifying visage. Ripples of that curious time still ran fresh among the Court, much to the amusement of the Imperator Ascendant.

And so it was that in his beneficence, the Sovereign of the Throne declared that a second wedding would be held, to bind the fate of the Seat of Chaos' finest with the the Court forever more. By his decree, Hecate would be given permission to wed the Warlord of Ruin, Dunn Lichlord, in unholy matrimony upon the Chaos Plane.

With the date set, thrall and Ashtani alike set about in renewed purpose to prepare all the particulars of an extraplanar marriage. Through the efforts of countless individuals, headed by the organisational prowess of one Lady Kyrra de Wydd, the beginnings of a wedding quite unlike any other took shape.

Gathered upon the broken earth of the Chaos Plane, the Court and Seat together watched on as a ceremony supreme reached its conclusion unmolested, the countless folds of the Crone Queen quivering eagerly with anticipation of the Mhunnish feast set before her.

The skies darkened. Merriment and sneering applause stilled to naught, every abomination, horror, scourge, dreg and thrall alike held rapt by the churning skies above.

Deep within the heart of the Prime Material Plane, the heavens stirred. The masses of Sapience stared in muted awe at the shifting skies, concerned whispers underpinning the eerily cold breeze that had begun to gather.

And then, fear.

In a singular, terrible instant, reality cleft itself in twain, a gelid wind from beyond any and all mortal reckoning screaming into the centre of the multiverse in a gale that deluged even the brightest soul in the horrors of the dark.

So too did the skies upon the Chaos Plane shiver, receiving the full brunt of their unexpected visitor. With a faint look of surprise, the Imperator Ascendant bid Arctar, the Defender to shield his Court and the Seat of Chaos, the efforts of the Chaos Lord barely thwarting an otherwise lethal blow from the scathing skies above.

In plumes of sickening miasma did the visitor make Himself known.

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Summary: During the closing moments of a extraplanar ceremony binding the fate of Dunn Lichlord, the Warlord of Ruin to Hecate, the Crone Queen of the Chaos Court, an interloper from beyond made Himself known, to disastrous consequence for the Prime Material Plane.

Penned by My hand on the 10th of Valnuary, in the year 764 AF.