We felled a god seeking to kill ALL divinity and collapse reality in on itself, b/c he didn't account for a 2nd level spell fucking up his entire plan. We then Steven Universe'd his ass - he's Better Now.
Long sesh recap and some good moments below!
First up, we did it. 3 characters at the table have all ability scores at 30. Buck fucking wild, folx. The druid held off and only put her Wis to 30, everything else got a one book bump. Still, absolutely nuts.
Had some Fight Therapy with our Rogue; got into intense sparring to distract them and lock them in with pride from stealthing away, forcing them to engage with my character with some Deep Questions that everyone got in on, and ended up strengthening our bond as a group.
(Voluntarily) summoned all the locally-made Warforged to tell them How Bad Their Creation Was. That part went well. What didn't go well is when the son of the creation god Gond, Hadran, showed up as well.
An 'artificial god', not made thru the regular methods but by Gond (much to the disapproval of all the other gods for being divinity without mortals), Hadran, the warforged, was imprisoned since the beginning of the world, merely because of his existence, and wanted to kill ALL the gods torturously because of it. He had come b/c Spark (my PC) had done him the favour of assembling the largest headcount of Warforged in one place since the war.
A surprisingly long discussion (like ~1min at most) occurred between Spark and Hadran, where Spark almost convinced him to join them (not the first time he's done this to a Big Bad). Hadran only refused because Spark didn't want to kill every single god, and Spark also realised (and even explained) that his plan would end in failure even if he succeeded, either restarting the cycle that created the gods and do all this again, or doom all the planes to be consumed by The Wall - the dark horrors between stars that fills the space outside of the planes (like beyond the known Universe type space). He didn't care. He was angry, and cocksure.
What followed was ~3 rounds of combat. Hadran tried to use a Forge Cleric power (homebrewed IIRC) called Control Construct, to take over Spark's legion of 600 Simulacra (which are Construct versions of their original).
However, Spark had, well-previously, pre-fitted every single one of his Simulacra with the indefinite version of the 2nd level spell Nystul's Magic Aura (an Arcana Cleric domain spell, no less!)
All this piddly little spell does is changes how a creature is affected by spells that target creature types. You basically put a sticker over their creature type with a big fake moustache saying 'I AM DEFINITELY NOT A CELESTIAL AND AM DEFINITELY DRACONIC YES MHM', and spells and abilities go 'oh yep, definitely draconic.'
Except turning a Construct into a Humanoid. Spark did this, the spell's express function and purpose, to side-step the cost of repairing his Simulacra for 250gp per HP - absurd cost! Instead, by making magic think they're humanoids instead of constructs, healing spells now work fine, and those are free.
This... Was not something Hadran knew about or planned for. When he clapped his hands together and assumed he was ending the fight... There wasn't a single construct in the several mile range of his ability for him to control.
Spark, and the assembled set of 8 Simulacra behind him, all wagged their fingers at him in unison.
By turn 2, Spark and Marrok, the two toughest members of the party, were bouncing between 0 and 1 HP every attack, buoyed only by Spark's absurd level of glyph magic preparation. The fight needed to end ASAP, or we'd eventually get killed.
So all 600 of Spark's Simulacra teleported in (using an existing teleport, not a spell). A turn passed, and on Turn 3, The Simulacra, acting on Spark's highest initiative, began firing off their stored Divine Intervention: Wish spells.
Untethered. Off-menu. That is to say, not a spell duplication. And in the case of a Simulacra (for our game), taking the debilitating effect of casting a freeform Wish means utter destruction of the Simulacra.
16 of his finest selves gave up their existences to strip Hadran of each and every one of his powers - we gained immunity to his soul-rending attack, he lost his regeneration, his damage reduction, his globe-of-invulnerability-like power, everything that was preventing us from scratching him went out the window, as well as his immunity to charm.
As the first magic missile slammed into him, realising he was up shit creek without a paddle, he Reaction-Teleported away using Legendary Actions. Even 2-3 miles out, Spark could still see him. He was definitely going to do some terrible city-levelling attack to try and wipe us out.
So Spark continued the assault.
The next Simulacra duplicated the Feeblemind spell via Wish - he failed the save in 4 attempts. With his INT and WIS at 1 each, and with no more immunity to Charm, the next Simulacra used Dominate Monster - turning him into an ally for 1hr.
After dispelling the Feeblemind, Spark tried to convince him, even as an ally, that his plan was flawed - that he couldn't even best mortals. But he didn't care.
In a panic, Spark prompted his Sims to Wish-Commune with Mystra to try to get some answers abotu whether or not he can be healed of his rage, and while it seemed likely, it was taking too long to get enough info out, so one Sim instead Wish-cast Telepathy, with Spark and Mystra as the targets.
Mystra picked up the phone like she had been waiting there the ENTIRE TIME to answer it, immediately blurting out the next steps: "He's gone Rampant he'll only be restored if you can get him to the Astral and kill him there he can be resurrected but only if enough people believe in him."
Fennel: "What the hell!? Can you do all that?"
Spark: "Yes."
Fennel: "In less than an hour?!"
Spark: "In less than five minutes."
It was a gamble, like everything else this session, but it paid off: Spark used Wish-Sending to mass-request of the peoples of the two largest cities in the country - two cities that know the Wildbreakers and their deeds - begging them to, effectively, spirit bomb Hadran with Belief, or all of the planes are at risk of destruction. All it would take is for everyone to stop for just a moment, and pray with all the goodness in their hearts for Hadran, poor misbegotten Warforged divinity that he is, that he would get well soon - literally thoughts-and-prayers his ass, but all at the same time.
He made the persuade, and he made the percentile rolls, and passed.
Planeshifted to the Astral with the party, Hadran, and all the Sims, and coup de grace'd his sorry self, tears in Spark's eyes, soothing him saying 'everything will be better soon, no matter what, I promised you, and I meant it.'
Then, True Resurrected him.
Et Voila. We saved the son of Gond from his Rampancy, and even now have a chance at restoring Gond to existence, via belief. Yet more potential allies in the eventual reformatting of Divinity.
Spark will fix this world, whether it likes it or not. (This is both a metaphor and literally the case that Spark will strip out D&D 5e from the function of their reality, and replace it with Pathfinder 2e. 100% for real. It's gonna be so sick.)