Part 1

Vordea kicked the door of the inn open while it was full of customers, much to the surprise of Vaust. She never came while the Inn was open. What, or rather who she was dragging behind her was even more of a surprise. It was Sargon and Zalas, and both appeared to be bound by her tentacles. The look on her face was one of sheer anger, so he knew better than to ask why this was taking place in full view.

"Eigengrau! Get your spooky butt in here!" Vordea yelled, looking up at the ceiling. "Six attempts your way didn't work, so we're doing this my way!"

"Vordea, let me go!" Sargon shouted, struggling against the black slimy tentacles that bound both him and Zalas.

"Shut up! You're responsible for this!" Vordea replied, squeezing him even tighter.

A blinding white light appeared in the doorway as Agbus made his appearance, drawn by the waves of emotions pouring off of Vordea. "Vordea what have you done?" He asked gravely.

"The only thing I could do, husband. This is happening my way." Vordea answered, her clothing shimmering between her rune covered armour and her long black dress, as if unable to decide which one it should be. "I, Vordea, the God of Creation," Vordea began, using her true title, and none of the many others she gained over the years. "The Great Destroyer, the Goddess of Change, and so many other names, will make her demands against the other Gods known shortly. Know that the way is blocked and none can now leave."