Muirfinn's diary (Moore)

[Anastasia]

Everyone else seems...dazed. Not in there, for lack of a better world. Inattentive. Lliira is not, she gives you her full attention. At the end she claps, "Bravo! Well told and told from the heart! That's better than a hundred stories bolstered by magic, don't you think? Now I can help you, but I ask you this: That you pursue your oratory to the limit."

I'm going to address this OOC since it's not something that can be adequately explained IC. This focus she asks of you will force you to take epic skill focus (perform: oratory) at the soonest opportunity. You do not need to retrain a previous feat, but the next feat that becomes available must take that feat (unless it's a bonus feat that cannot select it).

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles. "That's a small price to pay. Today is a day that I learned how strong words are... I always knew about their ability to motivate people, but just being here -- seeing all of this, and even being in your presence like this... it's shown me that motivation can be so much more." He nods several times. "I would be happy to."

[Anastasia]

Overwhelming. Joy like being buried engulfs you, as Lliira claps and cheers, "That's wonderful! One of my servants can help you. Off you go!" You're there one moment and the next you're not.

It's like a piece of you is gone. The sheer joy you were enveloped in is now little but a wonderful memory. You're lying next to Ilsenine in a comfortable bed, the pixie queen very slowly blinking. "...how...did we get here? What happened?"

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles, then just starts laughing.

"Under normal circumstances, I'd say you wouldn't believe me. Apparently my song caught Lliira's attention. We had a very nice talk and she agreed to help us, as long as I continue my own studies of oratory work. At least, I'm pretty sure that's what happened... being in the presence of a deity is always so overwhelming."

He looks around.

"Er... as for how we got here... I think she handled that part, too." He admits. "You can, um... omit this particular part of the story to Lady Skye, I think." He says with a blush.

[Anastasia]

"Ah." Queen Ilsenine matches your blush. "...did anything happen?"

[Nephrite]

"Ah, no." Moore shakes his head. "I think everyone else was just overwhelmed by her divine presence... or something like that. I decided the easiest way to make her understand was to simply tell her why I was there, so I did. She said one of her servants would help us, but I'm not... really sure what that means either." He looks around again. "Where -are- we, anyway...?"

[Anastasia]

You're...in the sky. Your pixie sized bed sits atop a cloud, one that stretches quite a long ways. The sky is bright and blue all around you. "Ho hum, hum ho, pixies come and pixies go." A woman's voice says, light and whimsical. She is dressed in royal finery and wears a smiling green and white mask, swirls of green curling amid the white surface of the mask. It hides her face and features completely.

"High and low, low and high, pixies come and then say bye-bye."

The woman bows after that, "I am but a humble servant of the Our Lady of Joy, known as Cloud Dancer."

[Nephrite]

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cloud Dancer." Moore says as he moves to fly up above the bed. "I'm Moore, of Aurora. This is Her Majesty, Queen Ilsenine of Aurora's Lifasa Court." He gives a light bow. "What is it you -- or perhaps She, would have us do together?"

[Anastasia]

Queen Ilsenine flutters out of bed as well. "Ahem. I am pleased to meet you," she says.

"What is to be done, what is to be won?" Cloud Dancer muses, "Ah! I see it! The glutton is your enemy true!"

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Yes, that's correct. I was searching for His antithesis since a battle with him seems to be looming on the horizon. It was my hope, originally, to have someone such as Sune be willing to intervene when He was defeated so that his soul could not be kept by the likes of Asmoedeus or even Pale Night. However, whatever aid Lady Lliira is willing to offer us will be most welcome -- I fear no amount will be enough."

[Anastasia]

"I know much, I once fought an abomination such as he, and I saw The Father as he brought an entire world to madness." Cloud Dancer drifts over to you, a breeze carrying her over like a leaf. She loops about in the air, before ending up standing right before you. "Worry not, for none can take the soul of an abomination like that. The curse he lives under will not be so easily perverted."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "All right. I had really hoped to somehow save Him -- I know, it sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? But I think about the people who suffer because they know no other way..." He takes a breath. "But... I think that's a matter left to Zaphkiel, now. It isn't something I should worry about. Right now, we simply need to save Creation from Him."

[Anastasia]

"Child, child," Cloud Dancer laughs, a warm thing that yet pales to the new memory of Lliira's joy. "Redemption is a wonderful thing, but it must begin in there," She pokes your chest, "Salvation without repentance is pearls before swine. Can you reach The Father's withered soul, Moore?"

[Nephrite]

"The power of words can reach anyone." Moore says with some sort of lingering, steadfast determination.

[Anastasia]

"Then find the words to reach his soul," Cloud Dancer remarks, spinning backwards like a top. "Joyous day, joyous day, where all becomes clear as the sun's rays."