A long way to the gate

[Anastasia]

Be well and understand that there are many players in the game, and not all actions are Shar's.

Know that you will not be my proxy, because I have another path for you. Fulfill the threefold goals: Finding her is one. Finding Io is a second. Continue to grow stronger and wiser is the third. Great revelations shall come to all on the day those are achieved.

[Nephrite]

Another breath in -- and he lets it out.

Well, one leads to the other, which leads to the other.

He turns his attention back to his comrades. "For now, we shall wait and see what else transpires in the immediate future. Consider ourselves on alert to go wherever needs going at any moment." Moore says. "Hopefully, they'll have finished the items I requisitioned for us soon."

[Anastasia]

Okay, just going to wait and see if anything happens now?

[Nephrite]

Pretty much. Don't need no ten billion year old ancient devil surprising us.

[Anastasia]

One more d100.

[Nephrite]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 35, total 35[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Hours pass but nothing until...

'Moore,' Vul'lath's voice, dry. 'Ilsenine continues to safe and there is no sign of danger.'

[Nephrite]

'Thank you. Be aware that we were scryed on by a devil named Kaledemus. Not sure who the real target is. Will keep you posted.' He sends back.

[Anastasia]

Okay, next move then?

[Nephrite]

i thought I posted ... Just study WoC and wait. I don't intend to go anywhere until our gear is done.

[Anastasia]

Okay, refresh me on what you had in queue? Having a notes failure.

[Nephrite]

Five Rings of Spell Stoaway for Time Stop, and the equivalent of a Mission Readiness Arch for Mind Blank, Epic Mage Armor, and Dis/Afina's Perfect Vision

[Anastasia]

The next morning you're awoken by Grias.

"Moore, wake up, wake up," The lantern archon bobs above your head, shining light on you and stirring you from your rest. "There's something from above for you, freshly delivered."

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks several times, then blearily gets up.

"I'm awake, I'm awake." He mumbles.

A quick change of clothes and freshening up (with magic) and he goes to investigate!

[Anastasia]

Yawning more yet, you head to the courtyard. Here Cresiel stands watch over a simple package, tied with plain brown paper and string.

"Moore," Cresiel greets, "Succor and mercy has descended from above to us."