Lucy: *watches as ‘Elminster’ stabilises the orb* Done?
Lucy: good. *snaps her fingers suddenly making the orb disappear from Gales chest*
Gale: *recoils in shock, then relief, the pain the orb had caused him now gone entirely* I…
Elminster: *standing there in shock* what did you do?!
Lucy: Tell Mystra she can lick my ass. *smashes ‘Elminster’ over the head with her axe making him disappear* Some friend, he couldn’t even turn up himself to tell you to kill yourself. No he sends a simulacrum instead, and has it eat our food!
Gale: *feels his chest, still in a state of shock* I… it’s gone… but Mystra- she-
Lucy: to hell with that bitch. Of all the mortals Ao could have chosen he picked her. And what has she done in her time as the weave mother? Attempted an uprising against him, and groomed you from the moment you sparked to life in your mothers womb before casting you aside like you were worth less than dirt only to demand you kill yourself to win back her favour. *scoffs* as if the power imbalance alone between you two wasn’t disgusting enough… the only thing worth less than dirt is her favour.
Gale: she- she didn’t groom me she just… she?… she… *gently takes her hands* …thank you… for this…
Lucy: don’t you dare find another way kill yourself or I will bring you back just to slap you to death myself.
Gale: I-I won’t. I promise… thank you… I have… I have to think… *walks back to his tent*
Gale: are you- sure you want this? I’ve come to terms with the fact I’ll never have Mystras forgiveness, and I don’t want it either. After everything she’s done, she’s worthless to me.
Lucy: but this would help you move on with your life back at blackstaff, your colleagues will have no choice but to hold their tongues with any snide remarks they may have been holding onto.
Gale: *chuckles* true… true… thank you… *glances at the doorway to the tabernacle seeing Raphael Lurking, the cambion visibly wounded from the battle protecting Lucy and the group* …for everything… *walks to the shrine and makes his offering before disappearing with the crown of Karsus, unaware of the ticking time bomb orb Lucy had placed with it*
Gale: *returns with no crown, but looking at peace*
Gale: as well as it could have I suppose… but, she’s forgiven me, and apologised in turn.
Lucy: an apology from her isn’t enough. She deserves a taste of her own medicine.
Gale: heh, well, I’m not willing to risk blowing up the mother of magic.
Lucy: lucky for you, I am.
Gale: what- *hits the deck as a shockwave blasts across all of Faerûn and the realms as for one brief moment, all magic ceased to exist before the anchors took hold* WHAT IN THE HELLS WAS THAT?!
Lucy: the consequences of her actions. The weave anchors will hold it in place until Ao can find a much more suitable host worthy of taking Mystryls place. *holds up her hand as the broken fragments of the crown appear in her palm, no magic, only shards* right, let’s return it to your father.
Raphael: In that condition?? Have you completely lost your mind?!
Lucy: he had no intention of ever using it and in fact wished for nobody to use it. And now nobody can. He never specified wanting it back in one piece now did he?
Raphael: …I- am both frightened, and a little aroused by you right now.
Gale: she has that effect on many people it seems. *smiles* thank you Lucy, I’m glad to call you my friend.
Lucy: *smiles and pulls him into a hug* I’m glad to call you my friend too. Thank you… for not giving up.
Gale: *hugs her back* thank you for not giving up on me… is he okay?
Raphael: *visibly disassociating as he imagines how his father is going to obliterate him over the crown*
Lucy: he’s fine he’s got anxiety.
