Session 27: A name never given

General Summary

The confrontation with Minerva didn’t end with combat. It ended with conviction—and the shattering silence of a soul who chose principle over survival.   After their hard-won victory against the radiant enforcer, Minerva turned her judgment upon Keyes. She demanded a name—the one who had shielded him from Pelor’s light. If he spoke, he would live.   He didn’t.   With defiance still burning in his eyes, Keyes challenged Minerva to a duel, not for glory, but to protect his companions from further divine wrath. During the fight, she offered him multiple chances to surrender the name.   He refused.   Even as he fell, Minerva extended mercy—healing him once more, offering a final, merciful moment to speak. But again, he chose silence.   In a holy fury, she struck him down.   What remained were bones and ash.   The Diamond of Defiance Shocked and grieving, the party was left with the question: How do you honor a man like Keyes?   They joked about fireworks. Then came a better idea.   Using the sheer force and pressure of Scave and Freihn—hellish bodyguards sent to watch over Mina—they compressed his remains.   Bone became carbon. Carbon became crystal. And in their hands: A diamond, clear and unyielding—like Keyes himself.   Grief in Motion Kolme, solemn and quiet, sipped water as others drank themselves dull. She wandered after a chicken and, in a rare moment of connection, befriended it, silently deciding it might just be Keyes in a new form.   Corrin, overcome, shifted into her Yunnie form, sharing heavy smokes and stronger drink with Najzad. Together, they mourned in the haze of memory.   Mina, unable to let death be so... final, scribbled long messages to her demonic contacts. She even reached out to Fleyzia Krin, currently on the material plane, questioning the rules of mortality—and how permanent “gone” really is.   Justice, Bound in Scrolls Now that divine blood has been shed, Di’Tresh has arrived, reviewing the Princess Accord and whether Minerva's actions constitute a celestial breach.   The implications are vast. The contract was clear. Minerva may not have been.   And So the Diamond Gleams There are no resurrections today. No hand reaching down. Only a crystal, forged in defiance and grief, held close by a party that still has a world to save.   Somewhere in the tavern, the chicken pecks at crumbs beneath Kolme’s chair.   It doesn’t speak. But it doesn’t leave either.   Pour one out for a real one. The next story begins.