Limping return

[Nephrite]

"Yes, but you should treat the infirm a little more gently." Moore says with a beaming smile. He moves to get back on. "I'll do my best to hold on, but my grip is pretty much shot right now."

[Anastasia]

Huh.

A band of frozen lava wraps around your middle, like rope tying you down. One goes for Xandra as well.

"...Only because you impressed me," the Child of Jormugandr declares. "You have a warrior's soul, little pixie."

[Nephrite]

"I can only say I keep my debts paid." Moore answers seriously.

[Anastasia]

d100 for me, would you?

[Nephrite]

[21:59] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[21:59] <Penuche2> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 43 > [d100=43]

[Anastasia]

You go on and on - long minutes turning into more. Through tunnels and caverns, all seen so fast that you can barely even comprehend them. Tunnels getting larger and larger as you go, larger yet. Yet the main thing you feel is the wind, whipping against you almost razor sharp.

When at last the Child of Jormugandr stops, reality seems to be all out of focus. You shake your head clear and see - you are in a burrow tunnel so vast as to march an army through. No ice here, just hard stone. Ahead a single figure blocks the way - a six winged solar stands his ground, an ancient, weathered and used halberd in hand. He is armored head to toe, armor in the same worn condition as he is. He is perhaps ten feet tall, dwarfed by the Child - and yet his mere presence stops the Child of Jormugandr cold.

Reality is out of focus. Ahead a single figure blocks the way - a six winged solar stands his ground, an ancient, weathered and used halberd in hand. He is armored head to toe, armor in the same worn condition as he is. He is perhaps ten feet tall, dwarfed by the Child - and yet his mere presence stops the Child of Jormugandr cold.

Your are dizzy and everything's indistinct. Ahead a single figure blocks the way - a six winged solar stands his ground, an ancient, weathered and used halberd in hand. He is armored head to toe, armor in the same worn condition as he is. He is perhaps ten feet tall, dwarfed by the Child - and yet his mere presence stops the Child of Jormugandr cold.

The solar that stands before you -

Ahead a single figure blocks the way - a six winged solar stands his ground, an ancient, weathered and used halberd in hand. He is armored head to toe, armor in the same worn condition as he is. He is perhaps ten feet tall, dwarfed by the Child - and yet his mere presence stops the Child of Jormugandr cold.

Ahead a single figure blocks the way - a six winged solar stands his ground, an ancient, weathered and used halberd in hand. He is armored head to toe, armor in the same worn condition as he is. He is perhaps ten feet tall, dwarfed by the Child - and yet his mere presence stops the Child of Jormugandr cold.

Ahead a single figure blocks the way - a six winged solar stands his ground, an ancient, weathered and used halberd in hand. He is armored head to toe, armor in the same worn condition as he is. He is perhaps ten feet tall, dwarfed by the Child - and yet his mere presence stops the Child of Jormugandr cold.

What...what is this? W-

The solar that stands before you raises his hal-

Ahead a single figure blocks the way - a six winged solar stands his ground, an ancient, weathered and used halberd in hand and raised in your direction. He is armored head to toe, armor in the same worn condition as he is. He is perhaps ten feet tall, dwarfed by the Child - and yet his mere presence stops the Child of Jormugandr cold.

Something's slipping through your mind, you realize. Like each few moments of reality refuses to remain? Things are wrong, disconnected.

Ahead a single figure blocks the way - a six winged solar stands his ground, an ancient, weathered and used halberd in hand and raised in your direction. He is armored head to toe, armor in the same worn condition as he is. He is perhaps ten feet tall, dwarfed by the Child - and yet his mere presence stops the Child of Jormugandr cold.

[Nephrite]

Before I make any sort of post here, is Moore even aware of Chronomancy as a concept in the world, or time-related things of that nature? Obviously he wouldn't know like, ABOUT Chronomancy spells and what have you.

[Anastasia]

Yes, Aurora did deal with Grandfather Time. I assume you'd at least be aware of the idea of it.

[Nephrite]

"I... don't have much to deal with this." Moore says.

Has he already said that? Yet?

Will he have said that in the future? Oh dear, now he's going to start thinking in the wrong tenses.

"Are you trapped here!?" Moore shouts.

Again. He's asked that, hasn't he? Surely. No, this is his first time.

Right?

[Anastasia]

You ride on.

The ride continues - for a moment you have a passing memory. Did you stop? No. You haven't stopped. Just a passing fancy, perhaps?

[Nephrite]

A blink, another.

He must've intervened to help them.

Wait, intervened in what?

A shake of his head.

A breath in and out -- man, is it always this cold?

[Anastasia]

And thus Moore forgets again, the knowledge slipping between his fingers like it has before.

Why, for a moment, does Elena come to mind?

No matter.

At last the ride stops. It is one of these massive tunnels, big enough to admit a thousand men walking side by side and tall enough to fit a mountain within.

"Go on ahead, you'll find him there," The Child says, the bands of frozen lava receding from you.

[Nephrite]

"I'll earn your name." Moore promises and then bows with a nod of his head. "Thank you."

He turns, takes a breath and begins flying towards the tunnel!

[Anastasia]

Xandra follows, then pauses and looks back. She lingers a few moments, silent.

[Nephrite]

"Me too." Moore says, for some reason, as he continues on.