Tiffany
The ritual was completed, but a sense of unease nagged at Bea's mind. She thought nothing of it now, but she'd likely come up with half a dozen idiotic theories of its cause once she was back home at her treehouse.

She did not leave yet, though she faded into the background as the meeting continued, dragged out by the death of a god. She shrank back in her seat, tail wound around her chair, cloak lengthening to hide her body. Or perhaps she had just gotten smaller, her form reacting to the emotional turmoil of seeing her sibling struck down so suddenly.

As she had been for most of the meeting, she was silent, staring at Vivienne's body as it was manipulated by that... *Creature* While her siblings spoke out. She did not offer her advice, nor did she take a turn bombarding the Unending. She just sat there, posture tense, eyes wide, half-heartedly scribbling on the piece of paper Majesty had given her.

She was supposed to be recording the events of the ritual. That's what Majesty had asked of her. This, though not a part of the ritual, seemed more than important. She marked it down on her paper, but she was distracted and running out of space, her drawing taking a sharp turn for the sloppy and chaotic as soon as all *This* Started happening.

She glanced towards Majesty as she spoke of banishing the thing, and nodded along silently. She didn't feel like talking right now, but she was still here despite her inaction, and she'd be on board to help get rid of whatever this thing was. It was creepy and mean. Bea hated that.
Mark
"No." *Our Nach however took great issue with all the abomination before them suggested, these eyes of lingering madness reflecting that creature's hate back onto them.* "The Unwendvig? Pffft, it's no pleasure... No pleasure of even a kind to meet a creature with such an inconceivably sshhhtupid name! Unwendvig? There's no spark, there's no tune nor song nor colour. There's only noise, noise conceived to grate against your ears for a wretched confluence of tactless depth and blunted purpose. If that really is your name then you were given it by another who hates you so, or... You hate yourself. For perhaps the cowy-cower isn't such a hypo-crit-ee creature as we suspected... You've maligned your own image for what you are and yet you've convinced yourself in spite of this that you've meaning. You've deluded yourself so spectacularly that there's purpose in, this, that you continue on in spite of your own inherent absurdity."

*She paused, considering her next words very carefully with a tap of her cheek.*

"No... No, perhaps you're just really bad at naming things, no matter, we give you a new name! A better one, cowy-cow-cower... You're Alwenduvag the Cowy-Cow-Cower. At least now, your name won't be so dreadfully dull like your colours... Or... Lack thereof." *If however that abomination could hear any of these deranged ramblings was hard to say, for Majesty mustered a barrier to impede them from listening sometime between what our Nach was saying. She however either didn't seem to mind or just didn't notice, for she buried her head in her hands and pressed it against Majesty.* "Throw it away say-we, throw the cowy-cow-cower away for it's dull, uninteresting, mean, and a wretched liar to boot. Indeedly, indeedly... It's a fanciful liar... It certainly would have killed our beloved friend moffly in a heartbeat had it not purpose within her vessel. We think it, unlikely, it'd kill her if we shut the doors we think... We think."
Ralph
Majesty had barely given the order to attack when Soldr moved, holding up his palm at The Unending as if to say 'Halt.' The energy he'd been charging was still there, just waiting. And then, he released it

**FTHOOOOOOM**

A huge pillar of brilliant orange energy shooting out. Looking at the beam would be like looking as the sun, and anything it touched would be torn apart molecule by molecule. Any mortal would be reduced to a pile of ashes. The force from the blast was blowing Soldr's hair back, and even those near it would feel the air tremble from the force of the blast.

"I thought you'd never ask." Soldr said, grinning, showing fanglike teeth. He was actually a little excited. He'd wondered for months what it would be like to face another god in combat. Soldr didn't even know if it would actually do anything to The Unending, but he had been itching to try it. The only thing that had been holding him back was the possible ire of the other gods, and now he was fixing to throw down with whatever that thing was.