Khaziraad: You teleport a hall of warm war golems to fight the beasts. They seem to be surviving the fighting more effectively than most of the other gods' fighters.
Serac: Cactus man: "There isn't enough rain to quench us."
(Death rays: A miniaturized solar mirror weapon would be much, much less effective than a proper one. One of the limiting factors is mirror area, which decreases according to the square of the length dimensions.)
The Light: The Luminee frantically tunnel, but it seems that the utility of any tunnels in the short-term is restricted to cover and concealment from the monsters.
Endangered Luminee: "What's a flamAAAANONONOTMYLEGAAA*dead*"
Crurcul the Destroying Light: "O Fusil, Lord of Weapons! What may I do to earn a weapon from your heavenly forge?"
The Playwright is confused and distressed at the prospect of being beaten by braver/more foolhardy playwrights.
The cactus men begin constructing aqueducts to provide water even near the beach.
Yaos: The Humanos division has lost around 60 Humanos so far. The number of monsters slain is probably higher by half an order of magnitude, but there seems to be no end to them. The Emperor, Paladins, and mundane army begin marching southward to evacuate the at-risk cities.
Duondio: 3/M/Imperial capital, born from a family of professional beggars (I really need to change my random profession generator)
Jeffrey advises that you STOMP THEM OUT! Ambition is OK only when it's a mortal's ambition or a god's.
(more to come soon)