Dungeons & Dragons - Stories of the Godkissed - The unveiling

The five stood in the Cavern of the Ultimate, in a circle. In the centre of the circle stood Orimus, body defiled and desecrated beyond belief. He sported a new gash, shaped like a bolt of lightning, running down his muscled thigh. It ate into his thigh, and showed off bone, thus actually managing to look exactly like a bolt of lightning. He was shaking his head and gesturing. The five stood watching him. They were all dressed normally; Ahk, Wizardsmurf, Garder'el, and Halaster all cloaked with their own unique cloaks, and Dahk resplendent in his new battle armour, shiny and black. He kept moving around, trying to get his body used to the armour. All their weapons, stolen from the greatest of hordes and armories, hung at their backs or waist. Ahk carried the new scimitar that was given to him by Freida Dirren, the legendary LeShay weaponcrafter. It was black, with a silver vein running along the sharpened edge, and had a river of blood running through it, giving it a deathly look. The pommel and handle were normal, or looked so. Dahk still carried his blades of Entropi, Garder'el carried his Staff of Balance, and at his belt carried three claws of Astranaar, the famed astral stalker. Halaster carried no weapon, and Wizardsmurf carried his Staff of Power. Standing around, the exuded confidence and power. But right now, they also emanated some fear.
"Do you know what you have done? Can you even begin to gauge the consequences of your actions?" said Orimus, agitated. Orimus never got agitated, and the fact that he was now was disturbing.
"What have we done wrong?" asked Ahk.
Orimus shook his head. "The whole of the realms is now looking for you. Good, bad, god, devil; they all want you!"
Wizardsmurf took a step forward. "I think I speak for everyone here," he said, glancing at all of them. They all nodded. "We have all lead lives of hiding. We have hidden and run and escaped our various pasts. We are frankly sick of that kind of existence. We want to show the Realms who we are, and we are willing to except the consequences of it."
Dahk stepped forward, drawing his blades. "Let them come, we're ready." he growled.
Ahk stepped forward, nodding. "I stand with them. Our lives have been thrown together, and now we stand together." He drew his sword, "Anyone touching a hair of any of their heads will feel the sting of my blade."
Wizardsmurf and Halaster came forward together. "We agree with Ahk. The party is our family, and we have grown to cherish their company," They both smiled in Dahk's direction.
Garder'el stepped forward, twirling his staff, his deep red eyes focused. "Together we stand, and together we'll fall." He put his palm out, and everyone followed suit.
Orimus shook his head and sighed. He whispered too softly for the others to hear. "Fear not enemies corporeal. Fear the insidious. Pride and jealousy and envy. They will murder you. Beware."