Starfall
Thirtieth Day of the Third Month 294 AC
"I heard many of my enemies try to bargain when they realized they had overplayed their hand. You know how I answer such pleas?" Your words are sharp and heavy as the executioner's axe, or so at least you hope. Time seems to stretch out painfully and not of your will as the crown writhes and grasps your wrists, unwilling to be fed into the flames.
It is not the only thing that can change...
Wings burst from your back and scales grow upon your flesh, as in a single long breath you take on draconic form and with clawed hands rip the vines away and cast the crown into the flames.
As soon as blooming vine meets the blaze, a spiral of light bursts forth. At once it is fire holy to R'hllor the Red and a floury of crimson leaves fallen from the tree above. It is serpent's scales coiling through eternity, a current of water through deepest blackest ocean seas. It is all these things and one inescapable reality above all others.
Death
All that is born must die, all that has a beginning must have an end, even the grandest of tales, the tallest trees and deepest roots. You can feel the Queen still as your chant rises into a crescendo. You know that she is doomed and so does she and in that moment the Star Crowned does something you had not expected, she allows death to take her utterly. Dying in a inferno stoked with the souls of fiends, slowing the curse, the poison upon her court, giving the lords a chance to muster their own defenses and preserve their domains.
The voice of R'hllor is growing familiar in your ear, telling of the ruin of the Crimson, for they sought to match strength against strength and proved by far the weaker. The ever-tumbling tower tumbles one last time, and from this there shall be no rising. Scattered are the warriors of faerie and you are well content.
As Tyene gasps and grips one of the standing stones set for defense, you turn a concerned gaze upon her only to quickly fade into amusement as she grins. "Next time fucking ask." In Misty Islands far from here, the fog is blown away by craft as much as strength, and so it is enchanters flee their sybaritic dream, those that can at least before Those Beyond can move upon them.
You catch only a glimpse of the Seer before the pool, somehow reading confusion upon a featureless face before the water of his very instrument rises to drown him to the Merling King's call. Not many of his subjects perish, for they had set their own contingencies, but all scatter, either into the depths of the Feywild or the world of form.
Will the curse just pour over them all like a relentless tide? you wonder, amazed at what the fury of the gods have wrought.
"Not all," Bloodraven responds to your unspoken thought, though he does not sound displeased. The Court of the Green, the most skilled in warding, has cured the Serpent's Poison that was meant to end their lord and his most favored servants, and the Azure Bastion endures weathered but unbroken. Though they had expected the blow to resonate from Realms Beyond, their wards still served them well.
The last two factions, now courts in their own rights, fell somewhere between the two extremes. The Indigo Mask is wounded, perhaps to death, and fled deep into the Feywyld to lick his wounds, while the Violet Veil is dead, though enough of the tattered mantle remains to pass onto another.
Immediate Results of Operation Starfall:
Star Crowned Queen Dead
Crimson Blade Dead, Court all but wiped out in holy fire
Orange Haze Dead, Court consumed by Deep One attack
Golden Seer Dead, Court shattered by the surprise of the event
Green Warden Survived, alongside most of court
Azure Key Survived, alongside most of court
Indigo Mask gravely wounded, fled into the Deep Feywild
Violet Veil dead, mantle passed on to surviving noble
What do you do next?
[] Send envoys to the two intact courts to see if they are in the mood to surrender
[] Wipe out the Violet court while their new leader it still very weakened
[] Send a team to kill the Indigo mask
[] Write in
OOC: I'm not going to show you guys all the rolls because again spoilers, but there are four I feel I have to just to show up how crazy all this was. The Queen rolled negative numbers after modifiers on two vital rolls here and here. Also the Golden Seer had a re-roll (though he was forced to take the second roll even if lower). The first result was this and the second was... this. Not yet edited.