Re: (Ruse) The Valley of Mist
So the SUIT was right - the flood would slowly devour Ruse from the inside. Still, there were things he had to do still first - he would not just keel over and waste this current life without using it to do something useful.
"My people! Now is the time for the grandest moment of our restoration to come to pass. We have come far: Our city was partially leveled, the world dragon was manipulated against us, Tyche has both hindered and helped us, we are sick, cold, and hungry. The flood of magic runs wild, and I personally have become ill from it, although should be thankful for surviving something that killed literally over 100,000 gods, mortals, and sorcerers in an instant."
Ruse withdrew the vial from his SUIT, and continued,
"But all has not been lost yet! There still remains a ray of hope, perhaps through the good grace of her majesty the tree of life. Unwittingly, after I helped banish the world dragon from the realm, its residual power has flowed into the ley lines and the air - see how much thicker the mists are? And the shamanic altar was established before the fall of Alkan, so its magic is locked in place! And we have Tyche's blood too. My divine power has sustained the realm to this point, but now...now it is time for the realm to do its part and sustain us once more!"
Ruse drifted over to the altar, and spilled the blood onto it. Spreading his arms out wide, he shouts dramatically all Moses style,
"Oh spirits of the mist, of the land and of the dragon lines! Of the wind, seas, and stars! Ruse, the lord of Mist, here by fulfills the pact and offers you the blood of Tyche, he who wielded the void against you, and spills it forth upon this altar to our providence. Come spirits, let the mystical cycle be complete, and fill the Valley of Mist with a rejuvenated vigor to restore that which was lost, as well as perhaps become greater than it ever was before!"