Here is an edited log of Maran's Ascension. Enjoy!

A powerful male voice shouts, "The time is right." [Maran]

A powerful male voice shouts, "Things are prepared..." [Maran]

A powerful male voice shouts, "So it begins..." [Maran]

The air around you begins to blow and howl madly.

The humidity begins to rise suddenly, until it feels as if the air itself has
turned to water. Breathing can be done only with difficulty.

Licks of flame appear around you, burning without heat.

The ground begins to shake in a violent earthquake.

Slowly, the sky begins to churn, and the vaguely familiar face of Deucalion the
Righteous appears, a benevolent smile on His face.

The spirit of the dead Sultan rises into the heavens, floating lazily towards
the still-smiling face of Deucalion.
As Maran's spirit reaches Deucalion's image, the image flickers a bit, and
begins to grow more opaque as the power of Maran's sacrifice strenghtens it.

Deucalion's face twists in sorrow, and His tears fill the fky as rain, for
Maran's sacrifice proves insufficient. The Lord of Righteousness is too far
gone, and Maran's eternal sacrifice has been in vain.

All reality shudders as the voice of Sarapis, the Logos thunders across the
land, "Maran La'Saen, it is not since Galadriel sacrificed herself to bring
Gaia from slumber that I have seen an act of such self-sacrifice."

All reality shudders as the voice of Sarapis, the Logos thunders across the
land, "Your sacrifice is not enough to bring back Deucalion."

All reality shudders as the voice of Sarapis, the Logos thunders across the
land, "But it is enough to serve as your final achievement in Our eyes."
The sound of the sea crashing against the shore echoes across the land. Waves
swell and churn and the sound becomes louder and louder until the ground itself
begins to shake. Suddenly all is quiet as the sea become still. A soft, blue
begins to emanate from their waters and seems to lift upwards into the air into
a shimmering curtain of power. The curtain of blue light hangs in the air for a
moment before swirling into a towering vortex of energy that streams down into
the soul of Maran.

A shaft of light, like silver mist and pearl, lances down from the heavens,
enveloping the spirit of Maran. The serene visage of Ourania, Goddess of the
Moon, appears in the skies, Her eyes filled with knowing, as She smiles in
silent blessing upon the mortal soul below. The spirit of Maran flares with
vitality as it absorbs the power of Her divine energy.

An amorphous cloud of jet black shadow - the very essence of the Dark Father -
descends from the firmament, infusing the pure spirit of Maran with the
sinister and corrupt power of the Shadow Lord. Maran's spirit swells with the
Divine Essence of Lord Twilight.

The perfectly tuned voice of Daedalus, God of Balance, rings out, "You have My
blessing also, Maran." and the land is suffused with light that quickly begins
to concentrate around Maran.
A brilliant crackling globe of multi-hued light races towards the soul of
Maran. It collides in a spectacular burst of color and light as the energy
contained is joined with the soul, leaving it more powerful than before.

All reality shudders as the voice of Sarapis, the Logos thunders across the
land, "Maran, you are a truly superior mortal. You have led Shallam out of an
age of complete disorganization and chaos, and built it into a real city.

All reality shudders as the voice of Sarapis, the Logos thunders across the
land, "You have championed your causes as consistently as any mortal, and your
steadfast devotion to your cause marks you as great."

All reality shudders as the voice of Sarapis, the Logos thunders across the
land, "You have, further, achieved the highest rank in My Order that anyone
ever has, and I am proud of you.

All reality shudders as the voice of Sarapis, the Logos thunders across the
land, "Various other Gods, Elder Gods, and Creators have imbued you with their
power.

All reality shudders as the voice of Sarapis, the Logos thunders across the
land, "And now it is My turn, oh Rider of the Black Boar.

With a roar louder than the sum of Creation, powerful enough to drive you mad
with its leading edge were the Logos not protecting your sanity and health,
Sarapis, Lord of Creation, exercises His power, and bestows upon the Spirit of
Maran La'Saen a new form, that of Pentharian, the Righteous.

The world raises its voice in Chorus as all Mortals in Achaea hail the new god Pentharian, the Righteous.

All reality shudders as the voice of Sarapis, the Logos thunders across the
land, "Welcome, Pentharian, God of Righteousness!"


Penned by my hand on the 5th of Scarlatan, in the year 261 AF.