Vanyel, the Star-Eyed Goddess says to him. Wingbrother to k'Treva. You must return to Urtho's Tower. You must retrieve the weapon that you decided against using to kill Melkor. You must bring it to the priest of Anathei. 

And Foundation speaks again. First, however, somebody must Gate Mandos to Jkatha. It may not be too late to make arrangements for the lives lost there to return fully, in time. 

And then the light fades from Telumë's eyes and he collapses in a heap. 

Mandos manifests into a physical form; a Quendi man with a haunted, expressionless face. 

GREAT EVILS ARE BEING DONE TODAY, he says.  I WILL GO TO JKATHA, THOUGH THIS LESSENS THEM LITTLE.

"Yes, we're aware of that." Burning down the continent before Sauron can reach it... This is going to give Vanyel nightmares for the rest of his life, he thinks, but that doesn't mean he can afford to second-guess himself now. He's still filled with that same odd lightness. Apparently there are some advantages to being under the remit of a newly-born Velgarth god, one of them being 'infinite Gates'. 

He raises a Gate to where he remembers the high temple being, in Jkatha's capital city - the poor local priest had kept stammering that really he wasn't at all qualified for this... He doesn't go through, though, just waits for Mandos to cross before dropping it. 

We will come with you to channel the power, Brightstar says with the voice of a goddess; the other thirty or so Tayledras Adepts who volunteered for this are joining now. 

"Um, sure - you can pass it on the the right place? I have no idea how any of this works anymore." He starts working on the second Gate. "Um, probably I don't want thirty people tramping around Urtho's Tower - I'll come back through this one and then change the destination..." 

:Fëanáro, I'm apparently going to be pretty busy for a bit, er, can you - make sure Telumë's all right...?: 

Sure. If we're not ready to use the power from Jkatha yet do we have a way to store it - will the Star-Eyed - 

The Heartstone network will hold it, the Star-Eyed says via Brightstar. This much and no more. 

"If we really have to we could move ahead now," Telumë's head researcher is saying. "It looks like - hmm, I think probably Telumë just needs to be wherever it's happening. And enough of our mages, of course. But if we're denying Jkatha to Sauron, then - we should take all the time we can on this, even the really fast plan was meant to be twenty-four hours, I - assume we can't afford that long, anymore..." 

Is Telumë conscious and can they maybe throw some Healing at him.

He seems to be waking up a little now, he's mumbling something incomprehensible, and yes of course some of the Healers can go to him, everyone's been kind of in shock because what happened was very surprising and very fast but some instructions will jar them into motion. 

Telumë isn't hurt; he's got moderate backlash but that's probably from all the work earlier, not from being possessed. Within a few minutes he's sitting up, dazed and groggy but able to remember where he is. 

"...Can someone please tell me what happened?" 

"Your god possessed you, said he needed intel on what's going on in Jkatha, asked Treven for permission to use Valdemar, sent Vanyel. Vanyel came back and reported that Sauron's in Jkatha, and getting close to having the power he needs. Your god and the Star-Eyed agreed on a plan to use one of the superweapons from Urtho's Tower to - level Jkatha, I think, and take the blood power before he can - and then we have a couple more hours before Sauron can get anywhere else - and the Heartstones to hold it -"

"Oh." He takes a minute to absorb that. Drinks the water that's being offered to him. "Are the checks being done?" 

"Yes," the same person says, "we're doing it through the focus, like a Heartstone - I don't know if that's going to keep working, maybe we can drop that off wherever we - do the rest - instead of you having to be possessed again." 

Telumë rubs his forehead. "Being possessed is apparently very tiring. Do you need my help?" 

"Not right now. Get some rest." 

The high priest of the Temple to Anathei in Jkatha is very startled when a Gate appears right in front of the temple. 

And a couple of seconds later he isn't startled again, because he is instead filled with divine light. 

I am told we need to speak, the god says through his disciple's lips. 

MANY GREAT EVILS ARE AT WORK IN YOUR WORLD. I CAN SHOW YOU -

And he understands, from the Shadowgod, how to shape what he's sending so that Anathai can understand it. Two worlds on a collision course; an evil god here and a greater evil god about to be summoned, and a desperate group in the north working on a god of their own, which Mandos is inclined to gloss as yet another evil god but certainly of a sort more friendly to the continued existence of human civilization on Velgarth. All of this is already in the works, and little can be done about it, though Sauron should be slowed if he possibly can; soon the dead will flood Anathai's afterlife, and Mandos can help, if he wishes, to hold onto more of them.

Anathei needs a moment to think, but not very long, at least not as humans reckon time; the kind of thinking that Velgarth gods do is rather smeared out, across the past, when future were seen hazily, and also the futures He can see now. The picture grows much sharper now; the Foresight was very blurry before, disrupted by currents half outside of view. 

- two paths - a horror not fully seen, slipping into the world, a wall of darkness ahead - or a conflagration of flame, but, perhaps, light on the other side - 

Anathei, like Vkandis, is a god with a propensity for fire. He knows which path is better for His purposes. 

He will accept Mandos' help. 

...On reflection, Vanyel thinks as he stands in Urtho's Tower, probably having thirty Tayledras Adepts tramping through is a lot better than risking the weapon going unstable as he crosses and exploding everything in the north. If it's going to explode on contact with a Gate, that Gate ought at least be to Jkatha. 

He waits. The Star-Eyed can see, dimly, via the Foresight-Eyes of the Jkathan primary god, currently in a conversation with Mandos. Who will hopefully be fine when the entire country he's in goes up in flames. 

It takes about fifteen minutes, which is faster than they'd expected. 

Now, his son says with the voice of a goddess. And holds out his arms to take the weapon, which is small enough for one person to carry. 

"You're going to..." There's no point in having this conversation, actually. He hugs Brightstar. Picks up the weapon. Gives it to him. 

Raises a Gate to a different place, this one on the outskirts of Throne City. Might as well not drop it literally on top of Mandos. 

He snaps it down as soon as his son is across, and Gates the remaining Adepts to Kata'shin'a'in, where they'll be close enough to channel the energy about to be released. He stays behind in the Tower for a moment. It's probably the safest place to be within several hundred miles, given that it's under a hundred feet of fused stone. 

- ripples in the future - two paths collapsing into one - 

It is happening now, Anathei says.