Selûne was no one to count on.
Even if she rallied her followers against evil, what could that accomplish?
The Silver Moon followers had long grown accustomed to comfort. The ones who could endure hardship were the Luna followers... but surely they could not be expected to fight assassins and thieves with healing spells?
So Ao could only step forward in person and direct the Gods of the good and Neutral Alignments in battle... Midnight Mystra was merely a relay station, responsible only for passing along his orders, with no thoughts of her own.
If not for Torm, whose ambition had been stirred by Tyr's automatic-disappearance trick and who was willing to serve the Overgod like a loyal hound, Ao would have worked himself to death.
But even standing at the forefront, what could Torm do?
His abilities and prestige were insufficient to command respect. Torm could handle some minor wars on Toril, but... once matters rose to the level of Cyric personally making a move, Torm simply could not keep up with that fellow's pace.
Even though his sole goal all along had been to kill Cyric.
One had to know that, because of that choice, Torm had even lost Red Knight, the girl he had been seeing.
It was easy to imagine how disgusted the Battle God was with everything Ao had done.
During the years Torm had followed Tyr, Tempus had always detested that iron-headed fool for courting his girl. Still, he had only cursed him verbally and pulled a few minor tricks. He had never sternly demanded that Red Knight break up with Torm.
But once Torm stepped forward himself and sought to become the leader of justice, Tempus's attitude became completely different.
Everyone could understand why Torm had done it... Just think of how socially