"Do not mistake inaction for apathy, Katlyn the Dove." The words were spoken in the same calm tone that the god of the dead had been using all along, and the silver deathmask on his face displayed no emotion. Nonetheless, there was power in the rebuke, enough to drive the former doomguide to her knees. "Nor should you mistake necessity for justice. Murkyl's wall is an evil construct, but without it the order of the planes would collapse."
Kelemvor's gaze swept the scene. The red wizard and the dreamwalker stood to one side of the half-celestial. The great bear god of Rashamen was close to the twisted shape of the wall, standing over an unconscious, armored form.
"Your crusade has brought much strife to my Grey City. Even the spirit eater did not approve of your actions, though she was left with no choice, save to follow. Once again you have defied me, and this time you grandfather, despite all the love he has for you, cannot sue for mercy on your behalf.
"I cast you from my realm, Katlyn the Dove, now and forever." With the brief declaration, the god flexed his will and the fallen half-celestial vanished from the Grey City.
He turned to face the red wizard and the dreamwalker, but they had moved from their previous places, and now stood with the bear god, between him and the unconscious spirit eater. The message was clear—If he tried to harm the spirit eater, they would do their best to stop him, god or no.
Fortunately, perhaps, he was not planning on fighting them. "The curse is ended, though the cost has been heavy for your leader. She has wrought much destruction within my city, but the Dove and circumstances left her with little choice.
"Even so, she limited the damage caused with her betrayal of the demi-litch, and I am willing to forgive much, though not all, in the name of ending Murkyl and his legacy. I will save my judgment for when she returns here by the proper path, as I do for all my faithful.
"There are many roads leading from my city. Take her, and choose one, knowing that you will arrive at one of my temples, and need not fear for her safety, or yours."
Having said his piece, the god of the dead stepped back into the shadows, and watched as the three companions lifted the former spirit eater and left.
And it's another contribution to the list of fics I've started but probably won't finish. This particular idea has been floating around for a while, and I had to get it out of my system. Maybe something will actually come of it.
One thing I need to point out though, is that this particular story owes a great deal to JamCBlade's Hungry Dreams, which is quite possibly the seminal Mask of the Betrayer fic, despite the grammatical problems. Go read it while you wait for me to update.
-PT26