As soon as she was sure he was gone, Chaplet turns to Tarjuk, nearest to her, and demands to know "what the Jiminy Cricket Heck is goin on?!"
Ariel responded with demands to know where Theodora had been while Lotusseed was putting his plans into place in her absence. "This is your home, and you were supposed to be its defender!"
"Ariel, please don't make ME have to be the Nice One," Tarjuk interjected.
They quickly brought Chaplet up to speed on who they were and and they were doing, helped by the giant wolf-head shape of Mistolin, God of Sunset, in the clouds above them. They then got to work. There were some misgivings--there had been no time to make the preparations they'd needed for Kataranya--but when they asked, Chaplet offered that she could "make sure the universe knows that whatever sorta vessel y'all make, it belongs to Mistolin."
Terry smiled and waved, and then proceeded to communicate with gestures some things that he probably should have better at gesture if he wanted to get across clearly. The gist seemed to be telling his sister to stop blaming Seth for his death.
Meanwhile Tarjuk was racing to get a dragonstone ready, while Venqwyn and Ariel tried to find a suitable material for the organic component of a God of the Dead.
Ariel suggested a Mycelium Network, knowing the Golgari associated fungus with death and such a network might be comparably complex to the Telemancy network. But the city roads and pipes and basements were too much in the way.
Instead they wound up using the ruins of a building that had gotten crushed by one of Lotusseed's creatures int he fight, bound back together with vines--a Ruin ought to be suitable for that, right?
As the construct began to take form--a wolf, made of broken masonry and metal and vines--Theodora stepped up to do her part.
To Venqwyn, who was watching the mana flows carefully, at first it seemed she wasn't doing anything. But then it seemed that the construct had been made to stand out: if Venqwyn were familiar with image editing software, she'd have said Theodora had selected it and put it on another layer.
The clouds above started pouring into the construct, and its form began to solidify. One by one the ghosts went with, Terry included after a smile and farewell wave.
And then the clouds cleared, the sunset shone through, and the construct--a stone and metal wolf, vines growing from its cracks, mist like dry ice smoke pouring from its eyes and mouth, stood up.
"I am returned. Hello." said a voice in the back of everyone's mind.
Tarjuk careful checked the dragonstone core, and upon feeling that it was stable, collapsed from the exhaustion of channeling in four minutes an amount of mana comparable to what he'd channeled in four days.
Mistolin said he "wasn't as complete as he will be, yet" but he could think and move and react and that was enough for now.
And so our heroes headed for the rendezvous with their planebound allies at Lest We Forget.
The first they found was Tigris, who enthusiastically returned Ariel's hug. He was outside a hardware store, taking a break from Sturmkraw inside, lamenting the lack of selection and finesse of the tools they had in stock.
"What do you MEAN this is the smallest chisel you have?" she was ranting as they entered. But now that Tebasha was here to play toolsmith, Sturmkraw was eager to depart.
Matthael they found in what was called Memorial park, a five-spoked greenway cut into the surrounding live oak and scrub pine woods, at the center of which were monoliths bearing the glyphs of the gods.
Three of them couldn't be identified, but they were able to pick out Firiel, Setirov, Mistolin, Kataranya, and by process of elimination Dahfui and the last god yet-unmet, who is presumably in the hurricane all the weather forecasts keep talking about.
Matthael had a small crowd of revivalists around listening to him, but he had to bow out and take a seat when Ariel told him "the Lord of the Evening walks the earth again." Finding out that your lifelong dream has come true will do that.
That left Ariel alone to face the sudden tide of questions like "Will the gods replace the Senate?" "What about tenant farmers kicked off their land?" "Can they fix the weather?" None of which were answers she had.
But at least our heroes have some breathing room to plan their next move. With one god back, Seth and Theodora on better terms, and a process for nigh-completely reviving a god under their belts, our heroes make ready to dig in and fortify the Revivialist and Booklegger factions against whatever counterstoke the Sheriffs, or Lotusseed, might be planning!
And now I'm gonna lie back, cause getting close enough to my desk to type is hard in this leg brace.
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