Okay, any prep or anyone there for this island raising, Alyssa? Going to make a thing of it or just have it happen?
Well, prep a better response plan for giant monsters. Also warn the nixie's. Hate for them to get caught in it.
Okay. We don't need to go into super details, but what's your idea for a better response plan there?
Predesignated evac sites, medical response teams, combat/defense teams. That sort of thing.
Sure, that's largely OOC bait so okay. More coming.
Thus it is the day of the raising. The last words of the spell are to be soon uttered, your magic-weaving nearly at an end as...
Go ahead and set yourself up and the scene around you and I'll begin to elaborate once you do. This is your baby, so feel free to play it up as you like.
Alyssa focuses her way through the spell, intent on perfect casting; every syllable, every gesture. As it comes to a close, she turns to those around her.
"And with this, we announce ourselves to the world; not with declaration, or threat, but with new land, new opportunities, and the power to change the face of the world."
Keeping it simple.
The roar of the ocean.
The gush of ocean spray.
The shaking of the ground.
Before your eyes it happens as the crowd watches. Stone rises form the ground, forming rapidly, the island spreading out and newborn, in moments becoming alive, becoming a newborn island in earnest. It is done, rippling waves of stone pushing away water, forming your new island as desired.
Jarem claps while Emily cheers, Ianvasah watching with a solemn expression.
"Ianvasah, I'd like you to watch over the development of the life there, to ensure everything goes the right way."
"It's a remarkable opportunity," she agrees, leaping to the air and becoming an eagle, flying off towards the island.
"I think she might be torn between being happy at new nature, and being upset it wasn't natural."
Jarem laughs a bit, "Druids are druids," he says, "I'm surprised that's not a druidic spell, or maybe druids have their own equivalent."
"I'm trying to convince her to open a druidic branch of the Order, you know. If it's successful, I might even consider a cleric branch."
Alyssa stares Jarem dead in the eyes.
Jarem doesn't even blink at that, "Yes, and?" Leaving that hanging for just a few moments, "Faith grows the clergy, Alyssa. Not making a branch. If the Red Knight's works take hold here, it'll be because of that and a branch will follow, not because you opened a branch and made it so."
"It can still be studied and improved upon, new miracles created, new spells designed. It's what we specialize in. Why restrict it only to Arcane magic? I thought you'd get defensive and try ward it off a bit more vehemently, and meant to use that as a segue into warning you off of testing Ianvasah on this. She likely doesn't know exactly where she stands on it, and poking her might be poking a bear."
"It's called a graceful feint," Jarem smiles again. "See?"
Emily even smiles a little bit at that, "It's a good one. Let Ianvasah find herself in that."
"I was considering giving her the island to house her branch... If she agrees to establishing it. She can guide it how she likes, make it her own, and we can experiment with integrating nature and civilization."
"She'll need to expand it," Jarem warns, "But that's for another day. For now...no sign of the sea monsters, whatever provoked that entire sorry incident."
"That one is still out there. It'll be a problem eventually. But I think everyone feels gladdened that nothing's happened... Yet."
"Yet," Emily says, letting it hang. Then after a few beats, "So now what?"
"I rest. It's been a long week, and there's still plenty of work to do setting up the nation. After that... Melweather's issue. And you. You have research to do. The sooner you get your debt out of the way, the sooner you'll be comfortable around your family again."
Okay, then that begs the question: Next move?
Melweather's thing. See if we can't get him to professor oak for study/experiments to figure it out. And hopefully copy/transplant it.
So going to talk him into going with you to Arborea or some such, I assume?
Yeah.
Are you taking anyone with you when you go talk to him?
Open to anyone.
Jarem and Emily will go, Ianvasah's a little island busy right now.
Meeting with Lord Melweather is easy enough. He meets you in his study after one teleportation home. "Welcome," he greets, "Have you had any progress?"
"Some. I've found someone who's likely able to figure it out, but they need to meet you to find out more."
Once you all get seated, "Wine," he offers, going to a liquor cabinet in the corner.
Jarem shakes his head, "No thanks." Emily demurs as well.
Listening to that, "Well, bring them here then." he says, "I'll be glad to host them."
"He's a bit immobile. It's a living tree in Queen Morwen's court. We'll have to take you there."
A blink, a pause. "A tree? A treant, you mean?"
"No, he was firmly rooted, not mobile. But same general concept, it that helps."
A soft hm at that, "I've been reading up on strange things, but it's hardly the strangest. So, where is this Queen Morwel's land and where does she rule?"
"A different plane, and she's the Queen of the Court of Stars. Highest of Eladrin."
"She means another plane, another reality," Jarem notes, "Not just a hop a few kingdoms over."
Lord Melweather pours himself a glass and has a long drink, "Truly?"
"Truly," Emily agrees, "It's a lovely place. I don't know if you'll end up there when you die, but it's nice if you are. One of my Aunts did and she loves it."
"Your issue deals with powerful bloodlines. This is what it's going to take."
"Is that right? For us to go to the realm of the spirits?" Lord Melweather asks, "That borders on blasphemy."
"Lord Melweather, allow me to lean on our past relationship and be completely blunt... You're well past that. Entirely. You have the blood of both Order and Chaos. I personally have met with four different deities. Jarem reports rather directly to one. Emily's parent's are both deities. It's a bit unusual, but not blasphemy. I think you'll find them quite charming. They'll enjoy meeting a being of both order and chaos, I think."
Is there any particular reason for the bold?
A misclick I didn't notice.
In that case, give me a Diplo check since you said something that warranted one.
Diplo:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+41 : 11 + 41, total 52[/blockquote]
There's no reply, just a drink of wine and a long meditation on his wineglass. "We would need to go sooner than later." He finally says.
Alyssa nods.
"I believe we have the spells ready, normally. It's a matter of your arranging time and us sending a message ahead."
"Tomorrow will do," Lord Melweather says, and...
Anything to do before this or any prep?
Nah. I'm doing a bit of rework on my spells, but nothing else, unless you want to do the armor smithing thing. Dunno if that'll fit time-wise though.
Okay, let me know when you're done with that reworking.
We'll do the armor afterwards.
Ready.
Great, the four of you going straight to Arborea, then?
Sure.
Arborea is lush around you, the forest thick, rugged.
Emily's already smiling, heading on ahead. Jarem lingers a moment as Lord Melweather looks about, "It's...it's....I expected paradise to be more civilized." He finally says.
"Well, it's only one. A lot of elves come here along with various kind hearted free spirits, particularly those that are good but struggle to overcome their vices. There's another paradise or two for those better at overcoming and improving themselves like that. Like a kindly glutton who never really loses weight or stops overeating might be inclined to end up here by their morality, while the kindly glutton who gets in shape and controls themselves would be less inclined." Jarem explains, reaching over to pat Lord Melweather's back. "It's complicated."
"It is, and they all have their own rules. I can point you towards some books on it, if you want. Let's get going while we talk."
"Yes, yes," Melweather takes a breath, getting it together. "I'll not cower like a conscript." Dusting himself off as Jarem nods slightly in the meantime, he begins to walk.
"Good man," Jarem agrees, "Hey Alyssa, I haven't asked, does your Guild do a planar studies course or anything like that?"
"There are studies for it, but it's something addressed inside the branches, and by the masters."
"Privileged information," Lord Melweather declares, "Not the first time wizards have kept lore to themselves."
"Won't be the last," Jarem agrees, scratching his chin, "Plus most mortal sources have an agenda, I find. Talk to a knowledgeable priest of the Seldarine and you'll hear about where we are and Arvandor, but vanishingly little about other places. So," Following along after Emily, "Alyssa and I will go over basic planar knowledge to pass the time. Finding the passage to where we go takes time - it's not in any spot, it's a magical sort of thing. We'll have some time to kill as we walk."
"It's more about keeping the over eager from causing problems. Imagine a mage new to the spells deciding to go visit his favorite succubus summon or something equally stupid. Going to find an angel directly."
Jarem cracks a little smirk at that, "There's a reason one of our specialized corps deals with that particular need for our warriors. It's one of the oldest and truest maxims of war: The only thing that gets a soldier into more trouble than his sword is his cock. An angel may be better than that, but not all of us are angels."
"Uncouth," Lord Melweather says, "Especially in front of a Lady." He's frowning now.
"Yeah, it is. Also so completely true," Jarem retorts.
"I've had to deal with it already. It's not rampant in the Order, but it does happen."
"Let me tell you a story," Jarem says, "His name was Ranald. A good, strong warrior who died a martyr of the faith, using a gambit that cost him his life so that the rest of his chapel could rally and defeat an attack from Garagos's berserkers. Died a hero, was personally congratulated by the Red Knight and made into a spirit with full honors and memory, the entire tarrasque of honors for a mortal who died well. Nice guy too, smart and quiet, had that insight that the Crimson General so approves of."
A beat as you all wind past some foliage, Emily leading on.
"Anyway, so he's basically made in eternity. Except...he could not keep it in his pants. Pretty valkyrie? Time for one on one sword practice, and she's not using her sword. Brave warrioress? Time for a lance charge right into her. In three months he managed to get two valkyries, a monadic deva, a good handful of spirits, an erinyes and one of a visiting delegation from Arcadia pregnant. Then of course they all find out about each other and..."
Jarem lets it hang with an amused little smile. "I'm told he was made to take responsibility for all of them. Smart enough to defeat an entire berserker charge, but the moment his base nature gets into it..."
Laughing a bit, "Also, not that the female warriors don't have the same problem. Most female warrior types are less, uh, traditional about relations than your typical peasant wife, and by that I mean they're assertive and aggressive. They manage to make plenty of their own trouble, too."
"Yes, some of our female adventurers spend a decent amount on potions to... Clear things up."
Jarem coughs. "Yes. I'm sure it happens. The Red Knight disapproves of unplanned pregnancies. It deprives warfare of a skilled warrior without any means being taken to prepare for the temporary loss. Yet it happens again and again, because soldiers are soldiers."
Alyssa shrugs. "You won't ever stop it, so it's best to just deal with it. In any case, Planar studies. The most commonly known are the elemental planes, and the Celestial and hellscapes."
"Yes, let's, Jarem agrees, as...
d100.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 7, total 7[/blockquote]
A few hours pass as you travel in conversation, a short break for a rest and a meal midway. But in time you find it.
"Here," Emily says, a freestanding door before you. "This will take us right into the court."
"Oh? That's handy. Too bad we didn't find it on our first trip."
Alyssa heads for the door!
A step and you are there - in front of a familiar, snoozing tree this time.
"Ah, is this it," Lord Melweather looks around, then to the tree.
"It is."
Alyssa turns to the tree.
"Hello Professor! I've returned!"
I actually forgot this guy's name.
The great tree stirs and yawns, "Oh, there you are and I think that's the Lord Melweather you mentioned," he says.
"That is I," Lord Melweather agrees, "Greetings."
"Indeed. I thought it best he meet you."
"Well then, I've met him," The tree chuckles, "You're hoping for more help than that, I presume?"
"Yes, I thought we might figure out his issue together."
"I see..." Lord Melweather murmurs, "I hope you can as Alyssa seems confident."
"Yes, yes," The tree agrees, "Just give me a few minutes to work."
"I would be happy to assist if need be."
Okay, make an K:A check and a Spellcraft check here.
> roll 1d20+44+22 K:A/Cunning Knowledge
<Penuche> Iddy invokes Penuche's magic: < 67 > [d20=1]
> roll 1d20+56+22 Spellcraft/Cunning Knowledge
<Penuche> Iddy invokes Penuche's magic: < 85 > [d20=7]
The two of you work, "Interesting, interesting," The Professor says as he works, branches shaking. He pulls a book from somewhere amid his leaves and opens it up, a pair of spectacles appearing over his eyes. "Well, I can confirm the hypothesis is correct. Normally combining even faint amounts of law and chaos is doomed to fail, but this is so trace and yet energized that it's producing a relatively stable effect."
"Which means?" Lord Melweather asks, standing there as the Professor reads.
"Something empowered you. It seems accidental from what I can tell, the energy's wild. I suppose it could have been a wild mage or a particularly unruly fey, have you dated a nymph and it ended badly, or a dryad?" The Professor muses aloud, "Anything like that?"
"No." A shake of his head, "Nothing like that."
Alyssa considers. "What about places of power? Or ritual? A Grove or old temple?"
"Not impossible, but they'd need to be strong," The Professor says, "Have you visited anything like that?"
A headshake again, "Nothing that I knew was bewitched."
A hum at that, long and low, "Magic unknown certainly isn't impossible," The Professor goes on, "And with the results being hidden from scrying, we can only speculate as to the root cause but instead try and deal with the effect."
Alyssa nods. "We can. I think it's a fascinating ability. I'd love to replicate it for myself. But I assume Lord Melweather would prefer sealing it, or at least have control."
"Sealing it would be the easiest," The Professor says, "One unlikely to be undone in the time he has left in his mortal life." Waggling a branch, a magnifying glass falls into a smaller branch, curling around it like a hand and bringing it to the Professor's eye, letting him study Melweather in close. "Controling it could be possible but could be the work of a lifetime. Copying it...mmmm. Copying it, you say? As in a spell or more directly?"
"In a perfect scenario, as an ability but with control. Spells can be dispelled, but that's preferable to nothing. Lord Melweather's range for it was quite impressive."
"It would be a long shot," The Professor says, "And I would need regular samples of Lord Melweather's blood, as well as some funds to cover the expenses of trying."
"Would you be willing, Lord Melweather? I would cover the costs, of course."
"I don't know," Lord Melweather frowns, "Isn't blood a powerful reagent? I recall reading that in my studies. People can find you with your blood."
"It can be done, yes. If you'd like, I can take the samples myself to ensure their safety. To include the healing."
Lord Melweather is silent, perhaps considering your offer.
"If you have concerns, please speak them. You've been good to my family, so I'd like to alleviate them."
"Is this...tree trustworthy?" Lord Melweather asks, plainly, eyeing him. "I hardly know you."
The Professor chuckles, "So you don't. Nor do I know Alyssa greatly, but she still brought you to me. That says everything."
Meanwhile Jarem and Emily watch, mostly staying out of this.
"It's more based on reputation of his host. Queen Morwel is... Above reproach. Emily and her family know her well. For him to be part of her court, housed here in her home speaks a great deal about him. His actions would reflect directly on the Court here, much like the master librarian would in, say, Langersun's court."
"I see. What about this Queen Morwel is so spectacular, Alyssa?" Lord Melweather asks.
So I'm gonna need a K check for Eladrin and Morwel since I personally don't know much about them.
Planes.
K:P:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+44 : 16 + 44, total 60[/blockquote]
Morwel is the Queen of the Eladrin, chaotic good outsiders. She's the Queen of Stars and all of that overseeing all the eladrin and Arborea in general. She's known as beautiful without compare and it is said she protects all of her court.
I can go into more detail if you like.
Basically all I'm going to do is pass it on to Melweather, with Emily throwing in a bit.
Gimme Diplo then.
I rarely do this, but I'm going to skip the exposition. I've done this particular bit of exposition about Morwel more times than I care to count.
I figured.
Diplo/Cunning Knowledge:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+63 : 1 + 63, total 64[/blockquote]
After some discussion, Lord Melweather says, "Very well, I'll trust you, Alyssa."
Alyssa nods. "Thank you. It means a lot to me that you do. For the mean time, Professor, can you think of anything that would suppress it for Lord Melweather?"
"Not yet," The Professor says, "I should be able to come up with something in time."
"Hmm.. I wonder if some sort of localized anti-magic field would work in the mean time... The only issue is duration, I think."
"Not possible without a dead magic area," The Professor agrees, "Hmmm...."
"Hmm... I wonder if there's some sort of item that suppresses magic..."
K:A.
K:A
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+44 : 15 + 44, total 59[/blockquote]
You recall about healing of adamantine manacles that work like that. They're rare and extremely expensive to make, however.
"Well... There are adamantine manacles that would work, but they're horrendously expensive and rare... Other than that, I'm not able to think of anything."
"It's not common," Emily agrees, speaking up, "Short term it's impossible, but we could try if the Professor here can't come up with anything else?"
Lord Melweather smoothly goes on from that, "That's acceptable."
Alyssa nods.
"Unless anyone else can think of anything, I think this has been a good first step."
"Nothing here," Jarem adds, as...
Okay, going to do anything else here?
Actually did think of something, yeah.
"Professor, we recently had a group of Sea Nixies appear on our shores. Would you happen to know a representative, or have a book on their culture so that we can welcome them?"
"Sea nixies?" The Professor rustles in his branches and pulls out another book, reading, "Hmm, hmm, this will do," he says, "I'll let you borrow it, but you'll owe me some spellcasting at a later date."
"Such as what kind?"
"Oh, some support casting, getting some things done, maybe some divinations," The Professor says, shaking a branch at you, "Nothing too onerous."
"Time is quite valuable, so while I agree, that will be a significant consideration, Professor."
"That's fine," The Professor says, and from there...
Next move?
Not much here. Keep doing projects for the Order, maybe see if Emily and Ianvasah wanna go check out Hades.
Great, give me a d100 real quick.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 36, total 36[/blockquote]
> OH WAIT
> Armor thing first.
Sure.
Soon enough, Alyssa goes to her father and...
Go ahead and set yourself up.
"Papa, I had an idea. We recovered some materials from the leviathans that attacked, and I wanted to see if you were interested in working on a set of armor with me, for myself."
You father is by the forge, resting a moment and drinking from a mug of weak beer. "Those sea beasts? How strong and workable are the scales?"
"They seem very serviceable. It's that they also have magical properties. We can take a look at them if you want."
"Let's start with that, and see if they're suitable," Father agrees.
Alyssa nods and starts leading him to the research area where it and the pearls are being stored!
I assume that's where they are, at least.
Soon enough you're over there, studying the scales. "They're hard and not that flexible, but we should be able to manage," Father finally says, "More with magic if it can do half of what the wizards here claim it can." Tapping a scale with a finger, "It's stronger than good steel. You killed something with scales like that?"
"Yup! I did it with a rock, too. At least maybe two with rocks. The rest with stone spikes and magic."
"Well, they'll make good armor," Father shakes his head, "You keep growing up like that, and you're going to reach the stars and sky one day."
"Papa, I can already do that, for the most part. We'll have to arrange a chance for the family to have a picnic somewhere fantastic."
A warm laugh at that, "Well then, let's get to this armorsmithing," he says, "Before you figure out how to reach past the stars and sky."
Alyssa nods with a smile and gathers up the materials.
As you work the scales, hammer on hammer and magic providing something to help bend them, "Hmmm...." Father says, "You said these things also have giant pearls?"
"Yes, we have two we're researching into to, to see what they can be used for. Have an idea?"
"Yeah," Father pauses, "Pearl inlays. I don't know all about magic and normally you'd never inlay pearl in serious armor, but with magic? It might work."
"Hmmm... It might. I think we'd need a finer hand and carve out the pieces we'd need, and likely have enough for another small project, perhaps.. Interesting idea... Let's go talk to some of the other crafters about it."
A nod to that and...
Next move, which I presume is checking into the viability of that?
Yeppers.
Do you yourself have ranks in anything relevant to this?
Nope. Blacksmithing is closest.
Carving the pieces and making inlays sounds doable - it's a matter of expending a pearl on it. It'll take a full one to do properly, and even then take a lot of careful work and magic.
I'm going to need to get some idea of what the benefits would be.
Electricity resistance at the least. Divinations suggest it may strengthen the armor as well.
Sure, what the hell. Alyssa doesn't really have many nice things yet.
Gimme a blacksmithing check and what type of armor you're making.
Actually, check that. Is it blacksmithing or is it armorsmithing that you have.
blacksmithing. I dunno about D&D, but IRL, there's overlap there. Blacksmiths can make armor, they just don't specialize in it.
Go ahead and make the check here, I'll adjudicate some as needed.
Craft: Blacksmithing/Cunning Knowledge:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+64 : 14 + 64, total 78[/blockquote]
You and your father spend some time. While you aren't heavily trained in armor making, he is and with aid, that helps quite a bit. The two of you work and work until at last...
There's some luck here, so give me a d100 as well.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 21, total 21[/blockquote]
What type of armor is being made?
Twilight mithril chain shirt to start. Still considering options for full enchantments.
Just the type of armor, like a chain shirt, full plate, splint mail, whatever.
Chain Shirt.
Soon enough the shirt is done, inlaid with pearl and properly geared, ready to be worn and not yet enchanted, yet still rich with power.
Loot.
Not bad.
"Thank you for making this with me, papa. How about we go find mom and sis. I have an idea for something to do with them, also."
Wiping his brow clean, "Oh, what's that?" he asks.
"Clothes to go with it!"
With a warm, booming laugh, Walt asks, "Magical clothes?"
Alyssa raises an eyebrow and speaks a command word, shifting her clothes in style to something more professional; a long purple skirt and a red shirt with gold piping on it.
With another laugh, "That answers that!"
Next move?
Mom/sister to design robes/stately wear with the new armor. Other than that... Check in with the council to see if they have anything.
Okay, gimme a d100 then a Will save.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 48, total 48[/blockquote]
Will/Cunning Insight:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+28 : 7 + 28, total 35[/blockquote]
As you go back with your father, sudden and deep fatigue hits you, overwhelming. You can...bare...ly...keep your...eyes...open.
Alyssa staggers against her father, trying to fight to keep awake... "Tired... clerics..."
"Alyssa?" Father's voice feels far away as sleep is coming to you. You feel so tired, drawn to rest, though not immediately falling asleep.
"Wrong... Find... clerics... and Emily..."
Will save again.
Will/Cunning Insight:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+28 : 15 + 28, total 43[/blockquote]
You feel groggy, out of it...and lulled.
'It's not wrong. Just too strong, my apologies, my lady,' The voice that whispers back is masculine, powerful. 'Rest, your presence is requested in the realm of dreams.'
Alyssa struggles to speak again.
"L-land... Of dreams... Called... To talk..."
'You have my apologies, I am new at this.' The voice says, and you slip away. You slip into dreams, into a blissful sleep.
You drift in dreams unremembered, floating. You sit within a sunlit forest, resting against a log in a simple, short green dress. You drowse in the sunshine, resting against the branches of a mighty oak tree.
Alyssa tries to focus... 'Green? It should be red... It's always red and purple and gold..'
She looks around at the forest... 'Tree?... There was a professor...'
"Where am I?"
It looks to be a sunlit forest, as you noticed before.
The world is strangely hazy as she sits opposite you. Someone beautiful and ethereal, yet escaping your grasp like the stuff of dreams. A queen, someone regal and powerful, yet slipping away from your mind every time.
Greetings. You wished to meet me, Alyssa.
Here I am.
Alyssa tries to focus and recall who this is supposed to be.
"... Hello... I.. can't quite seem to..."
She shakes her head and tries to focus on the regal woman before her.
"Who are you?"
K:P.
K:P
1d20+44
Try again, I think you mangled the formatting, Iddy.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+44 : 14 + 44, total 58[/blockquote]
You believe this may be a visitation from Queen Morwel of the Court of Stars. It matches her.
"... You are Queen Morwel. Forgive me for not recognizing you immediately. My... method of transport here seems to left me a bit out of sorts."
Alyssa tries to recall the proper manners for the Court of the Stars, if she's read anything on it, and tries to rise with as much poise as she can manage to make the proper curtsies and introduction.
Your mind is hazy, slipping.
"There is nothing to forgive," Her voice is flawless, drawing you in, a beautiful thing. "For I came to you."
Alyssa inclines her head. "Thank you for the honor. I appreciate your time, Queen Morwel. Though a little warning would have been... Beneficial. I was with my father and I apparently just passed out. There's likely a bit of a panic happening."
"Yes, a new servant erred. You have my apologies," the Queen says, gracefully.
"Would you be able to get a message to them?"
"It is done," Queen Morwel says. "Now," The forest grows hazier around you, drifting, her voice far away, "What is it you wish to speak of?"
"I wished to speak to you about a sort of trade deal, with hopes of developing into an alliance. I'd like to trade access to our libraries to start."
You sit in a desert now, hazy and far away. The sun is shining hot, the forest gone. Queen Morwel is around you, drifting in your vision seemingly, unable to focus on her.
"Tell me more, Alyssa."
"Lore is a valuable commodity. We've developed an extensive library and our own magic and lore. We have branches for every school of magic. We have studied and developed magic based on our spell pool. You, on the other hand, have a different and deeper connection to magic and understanding that we don't."
The desert winds blow gently around you, the sand like the caress of a forgotten lover. You drift amid it as the Queen chuckles, "Many come to us, asking for aid, and we are inclined to grant it when possible."
"Aid... Is not exactly what I'm asking for. I want a partnership. I want to offer you equity."
The laughter is that of gentleness and warmth, the most beautiful thing you have heard in your life. "Then go on, tell me more."
"Well, what do you think we could offer to your Court? I'd be foolish to offer things with no limit or frame work."
The rainforest around you is humid, tropical, hazes of people passing by to classes. Amid this Morwel's voice is gentle, "Child, this is your offer. Tell me what you have to offer."
"I'd like us to exchange information and the knowledge in our libraries. Yours is far more extensive than ours, so this deal is in our favor. To off set that, I'm offering access to our abilities. Our mages specialize and study each school of magic; each has a branch dedicated to that school. This means we tend to be able to conduct research and experiment in a much more structured and logic manner than a typical mage who has to study everything at once. We've structured our education to focus on strengths and then expand into other things.
This also allows us to group and share experiment facilities, results, and materials. An experiment that would normally take a single mage working by himself years of work to gather things for can be done far more quickly.
This consolidation of effort allows for things to move faster than normal. Your mages and scholars can have access to us to advance their knowledge and experiments. We each would gain insights based on our differences, advancing both.
Additionally, to speak to the further alliance I hope for in the future, it allows us to integrate our people's more than almost any other nation. Typically, humans and most fey come into conflict at a certain point; humans expand in ways that tend to destroy. As a first step to combat this, I've recruited a Druid I hope will found a branch and influence the development of societal expansion. A second step was to reach out to a group of sea nixie's that revealed themselves recently. I hope this will be a third step."
Her Majesty laughs - again a gorgeous sound, as you rest in your quarters. "A worthy third step, because the third step is the most important of them all, and quite a vast one."
Alyssa tries to run that through, figuring that the number three has some imoortance to the fey.
"It is quite a large one, but we've made some similar strides recently. We're in the process of declaring ourselves a new nation, and we've made an alliance with The Red Knight."
Gimme Diplo, just for reference?
Diplo/Cunning Knowledge:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+63 : 5 + 63, total 68[/blockquote]
"You are ambitious," The Queen notes at that. "You strive."
"Most humans I know do, but thank you. It's part of how I got to where I am. I do try to make it so that others benefit as well. I've read enough about ambitious people achieving much, only to lose the ability to care about those around them, and that leading to ruin."
You drift. You're home again, your body that of a child. You feel the years of childhood come rushing back, gentle times before all began to go wrong. You feel sleepy and content, in that singular way you feel after a long day of carefree playing.
"To maintain a heart free of the callouses of ambition and power is an eternal struggle," Queen Morwel says. "For once a heart hardens, it is the work of a lifetime to soften it once more."
A moment, a chill of winter passing over you.
"What will you do when you face hearts so hardened by ambition, Alyssa?"
"What I can. I can't possibly know what that situation will bring, or that what I choose to do will bring me through it, but I have no doubts I will do everything that I can. My power grows, my allies grow, and my reasons to stand against those with such hearts grow. I'll do everything I can to make the best decision when it comes time for it."
"Then I will send someone to your world," Queen Morwel declares, "To judge your worthiness and advise me on your request."
Alyssa nods. "Not entirely unexpected. Possibly helpful to get the sea nixies to befriend us. Might I ask who you plan to send?"
"I have not decided, but perhaps someone who will get along with dear Emily." The world is warmer now, comfortable as haze overtakes you, all seeming to fade into dreams.
"Yes, she speaks quite fondly of you. She was very much looking forward to seeing you again."
Your world becomes a haze.
---
You awaken in your bed. You remember falling asleep and then...you're here, Emily at your side. There are faint fragments of a dream, yet they already escape your mind's grasp. "Alyssa," she calls, smiling, "How are you feeling - don't worry, you're fine."
"What... happened? I was suddenly hit with the need to sleep... Was it an attack?"
"It's okay, it was Queen Morwel contacting you," Emily says, "So no danger, no attack."
Alyssa stares at her.. "That was... Less than the best way to go about this, I think. I... sort of remember talking with her. I think she's sending someone."
"Apparently a servant set it up and erred," Emily coughs, "From what I was told about the situation. Then we'll be ready for them. Do you know who? I might know them."
"... No... I don't think she said..."
"Well, we'll have to be ready for them," Emily says, then wistfully, "I've met her at times and I can't remember some of those meetings, like a dream in the morning sunshine. A good dream, one that buoys me for the day ahead."
"Yes, it felt a bit like that."
Alyssa stands up.
"How's my father? I imagine he panicked quite a bit."
"He's fine," Emily says, "Jarem took him to have a drink once we found out it wasn't anything dangerous." Smiling a bit, "Might be more than a drink, but they'll have man time together. That seems to work."
"Hm. Did anyone send word to my mother and sister? If not, I better get over there and explain before papa comes home and mentions it."
"Delaize sent someone," Emily says, "Jarem insisted."
Alyssa nods.
"Still, I should stop in. While I do that, I'll have a page send word to the council for an informal meeting, just to reassure them."
In that case, next move?
Poke the fam and meet the council, unless you wanna just hand waive that, which I'm fine with. After, I suppose it'd be Hades or... the devil-kin in the Deep Ethereal.
Dealing with family and the council takes several hours. As you come out from that, a page comes up, "Ma'am, you have a few diplomatic visitors."
Alyssa nods.
"Bring them to one of the formal studies. Send for Madala and Emily."
"There are a few who came today, ma'am. A representative from Langersun, a diplomat who says the Queen sent him and..." A pause here. "Someone from the Mageocracy, ma'am."
Alyssa sighs.
"Of course. The Queen's first, with Madala. That'll likely be the fastest. Have Delaize meet me after that. I'll have him give the Mageocracy representative a small, short tour with.. Jarem if he's not too drunk, while I meet with the Langersun representative. I'll deal with the Mageocracy after that."
"Ma'am," The page bows and goes off and...
Any set up before those?
Not really.
The representative is a little short - ruddy red cheeks, messy brown hair and wearing a doublet of rich green. The tiny horns atop his head stand out as he smiles and bows, "Lady Alyssa," he greets, "I am Dextra."
You know the K check is coming. What be this.
K:N.
Tak 10 for 54.
He looks to have fey blood - the blood of a satyr, probably.
"A pleasure to meet you Dextra. A... satyr, I believe? I... vaguely remember meeting Queen Morwel, but the details of the dream escape me."
"'tis, 'tis, my father," Dextra agrees, "I take after him, I'm told."
"Well, how about you tell me what your purpose here is? What were you sent to discuss?"
"Her Majesty wants me to take your measure," Dextra sits, relaxing back, "Getting to know you and the sort of person you are."
"I see. How involved do you plan to be? Observer or do you plan to journey with us?"
"Just watch," Dextra says, "Put your best foot forward."
"Well, if you ever wish to join us, please feel free to ask. I think seeing how and what I do while outside of the Order towers might be enlightening as well. In any case, how about we get you settled. Is there anything special you need or would prefer while you're here?"
"Thank you," Dextra replies, "Yes, wine. Your best wine, of course."
Alyssa raises an eyebrow.
"We don't don't mind, but everything is imported, so quantities are a bit limited..."
Alyssa trails off for a second. "There's an idea... If we get some fey here, they could work with Ianvasah, if she's willing, and some of the mages here to open a winery."
"Oh, that is a problem," Dextra frowns right away, "Do you grow grapes in this land? If you do, it's easily fixed. Why, I'll lend my own aid to it. The business runs in the bloodline." Laughing a bit at that, clapping his hands together, "Wine is the blood of civilization!"
"There might be a few doing private brews, but nothing organized, I don't believe. We'd need to find suitable land on one of the islands, then correct the soil and find a suitable type of grape. Maybe... Something that can take advantage of the tropic sun and sea air. I'll have to speak to Ianvasah about magical plants. With the right magic, we might be able to make something truly unique."
"Then let me help to get that blood flowing," Dextra says, "Ianvasah, you said? She's the druid?"
"She is. I've recently entrusted the new, and growing, island we created to her. We can speak to her about it, but she may decide she's busy enough."
"Ah, she's a druid, I can bring her right around," The satyr laughs, "I have a way with the ladies, don't you know?"
Alyssa smiles kindly at him will internally chuckling.
"I'm sure it will all work out. Perhaps while on a tour all together."
Ready to move along to the next?
yes
Delaize then enters, "You wished to see me?"
"Yes. A representative of the Mageocracy is here. As well as one from Langersun's and Queen Morwel, who I've just finished meeting with. I imagine meeting with them is going g to be... Drawn out. As such, I'm taking care of the shorter meetings first so I can deal with them without interruption. Until I get to them, I would like you to host them and give them a limited tour. I'm asking you because I trust you to hold your emotions and tongue. Some other can't."
With a frown, "Understood." Delaize says quietly, "This matter will be handled with the delicacy it warrants."
"Delaize, the time to confront them will come. The fact that they're acting first shows they're considering us a threat when they've ignored us before. We're making strides."
Who else is with us? I asked for Emily and Madala, but you never made mention of them.
"I agree," he adds, a pause. A slight shuffle, "I'm more worried about some hot head doing something that causes a scandal or even a war, so I'm best thinking of how to handle this delicately."
They're en route since it was a legit mistake. Say they had something come up, they'll join in shortly.
"Same way you'd handle your mother in law. Take her somewhere, slowly, nod, and give her something shiney to focus on while everyone else does what they need to."
That gets a smile out of Delaize, who turns and goes. At the same time he passes Emily and Madala, the latter of which says, "We were detained over some foolishness," she declares.
Alyssa nods. "You were to be with me when I met with Queen Morwen's observer. She's sent someone to assess the value of an agreement for library and research access, and a possible alliance after. I made you my highest advisor specifically to keep the balance.
What's done is done, but keep it in mind. We still have the most important and distasteful meeting after this. We're going to meet someone sent from Langersun's, but after, there's someone from the Mageocracy. Delaize is hosting them right now, so no one pushes buttons unnecessarily."
As Emily settles in, Madala does the same and adds, "So a mother's soft touch, hm?"
"Illusion of status quo. Their arrogance and superiority will lead them to it naturally. With minor effort on our part we can lead them to the conclusion that our spellpool is at the root of the power they felt. But just in case, Emiy, send a message to Jeram, directly and have him quietly alert the guard to watch for any pre-staging of spells or forces. They'll likely try to gate them in or have them off coast. Or under, if they do have them ready."
"Yes, Alyssa," Emily says, "Do you think that sea monster could have been a first attack from them, then?"
"I... Doubt it. Those things were powerful and old. Unless they were able to get a very large gate spell off and trick those things into going through it, they aren't able to pull that much power... Unless... Something vastly more powerful than they are is backing them."
"Not impossible," Emily says, "Shar's also good at subverting mortal enterprises and kingdoms." A slightly downcast look at that, "Mom found that one out herself."
"She'll have a pattern, then. Do you mind asking her for some things to watch for?"
"I'm trained to," Emily explains, "I'll have to go look into it."
Alyssa nods.
"Speaking of, we still need to find us a spy Hunter or the like. In any case, let's get to the Langersun's envoy."
The representative is rather slender, fine bodied and pale. He has platinum blonde hair tilting towards white, wearing a comfortable and light cloak and tunic combo with hose, as well as the emblem of a rising sun as a cloak clasp. "Sir Antony Clearblade," he introduces himself, "Special envoy of Langersun."
Alyssa nods to him and motion to for everyone to take a seat.
"A pleasure, Sir Clearblade. I am Alyssa Songsteel. This is Madala Hawkwine, my chief advisor and Emily Aryn, one of my companions. How is the King lately?"
"Greetings," Madala adds, as Emily adds the sames and it goes around and around.
"He is healthy and well, if ever aggrieved about his daughter," The envoy remarks, sighing, "Such a constant scandal, where does she get it from?"
"I'm sure she feels justified in it... What brings you to us today? I hope the King is enjoying his grove?"
"His Majesty believes it is prudent to discuss the possibility of diplomatic recognition," Clearblade replies, smiling thinly as he leans in. "Under the current circumstances, such as they are."
"Well, it's pleasant to hear that he considers what we're doing to be serious. What exactly does he have in mind?"
"An embassy here for us and an embassy in Langersun for your guild, normal diplomatic relations," Sir Clearblade replies smoothly, tapping one long finger against the arm of his chair. "Normal diplomatic relations indeed."
Emily hms, "That seems reasonable enough."
"His Majesty has an eye for talent as well," The knight continues, "He spoke highly of you, Guildmaster - or is that the correct form now? I confess I'm uncertain due to the changes."
"Formal titles are still up in the air a bit. We've a lot of people from different regions here. Some feel noble titles are more appropriate, some wish to differentiate ourselves from the Mageocracy in every way we can. A decision will be made soon. What sorts of duties would your embassy conduct? What sorts of rights and privileges would they expect?"
"Well," A pause, "Our standard is for the embassy to be for diplomatic relations, the coordination of various trade issues, and a resource for citizens of Langersun to rely on if they are here, and yours the same for your guild's citizens. Our diplomats shall have the right to leave freely when called back or you wish for them to leave, the legal rights of any citizen of your realm and the right to be free from any imposition of vows or oaths to you or any other member of the guild," Sir Clearbrook explains, a pause to slowly adds, "Of course, this would be extended to your diplomats as well."
"Most of that is acceptable, and I'll not lie; Langersun would be a powerful relationship to establish. However, I've been considering how to handle oaths of office. Corruption is something I take a rather hard view of. If we decide to accept your proposal, oaths of a kind will be needed. What exactly those are, we can come to an agreement on. I can tell you, however, the spirit of those oaths would be to keep with justice, honor, and integrity."
"That is not acceptable," Sir Clearblade says smoothly, holding a finger up, "You are welcome to pass on the rules to which you wish the diplomats to adhere to of course, and his Majesty will ensure they are followed as long as he finds them acceptable, but they will take no oaths to you or your nation. Should one of our diplomats be caught breaking them, his Majesty will recall them and send a diplomat who will not abuse the trust placed in them."
"Oh, I didn't mean oaths of loyalty to the nation or anything of that sort. More of an oath of office, to uphold the station itself, and to keep with the behaviors required of that position."
"Ah. In that case it is no problem, for his Majesty already requires such. He does not tolerate diplomatic failure lightly," Sir Clearblade informs you.
"How reassuring," Madala notes coolly.
Alyssa nods. "Madala, please ask your questions. Your position requires it of you."
"What do you hope to gain of this? For that matter, will you be the first diplomat?" Madala says, "How many diplomats would your embassy have, as well as other citizens of Langersun?" She rattles them right off, to which Sir Clearblade smiles.
"I hope to gain a mutually beneficial agreement, as His Majesty commanded me," The knight replies, "I will not be such, my duty is as a first time ambassador and traveler, not a permanent diplomat. To begin with, three diplomats and servants and such. The traditional number is ten for three diplomats."
"That doesn't seem an undue number... However, we will be interviewing them on arrival, and we will ask for those we find to have... ulterior motives to be replaced."
"Then of course, we will ensure none do, as is standard," Sir Clearblade says.
Madala eyes him, "It doesn't seem unusual or unreasonable. To speak bluntly, a certain level of self enrichment, within a nation's rules and acceptable to the ruler, is expected for diplomats. Mercantile considerations primarily, but other opportunities can happen."
Alyssa allows Madala to ask her questions, watching the diplomat for any hint of falsehood.
Give me a Sense Motive check.
> roll 1d20+11+22 Sense Motive/Cunning Knowledge
<Penuche> Iddy invokes Penuche's magic: < 38 > [d20=5]
Lord Clearblade seems on the level - no signs of lying, he feels like he's speaking the truth.
"Sometimes certain things are set up, and there naturally can arise entirely legitimate means of gaining coin by your station," he replies, smiling faintly. "It is understood that sometimes this happens. It is a question between the two nations."
"If such an opportunity should arise for any diplomat, they would be subject to all trade laws and taxes, as any other merchant would. Any type of business conducted by a diplomat would reflect on them and their position."
"Of course," Sir Clearblade agrees, "His Majesty eagerly awaits your reply to this offer."
"I'll think on it, and consult with my advisors. Be assured that we take your offer with all due respect and recognize its value. You're welcome to stay and enjoy a... working vacation, shall we call it."
Anything more to do with him, then?
Not really.
Any prep before dealing with the third and probably least one?
Nah. Daily spells should be good enough.
The woman who enters wears a hood and has sallow features, fairly unremarkable and a bit short. Yet she enters and merely nods to Alyssa, "Greetings," she offers.
"Hello. I apologise for the delay. I wasn't expecting your visit and had to take care of of what was already arranged. I am Alyssa Songsteel. Who might the Mageocracy's representative might be?"
The woman pulls back her brown hood, wearing simple robes of brown with golden trim. Her face is drawn and weathered, old. Nonetheless she has a strong gaze and a stronger face - almost manly and with a scar deeply sliced into her right cheek. "Merrala of Dalewall," she answers, voice that of an old woman.
"Hi," Emily greets her, "It's pleasant to meet you."
Madala is quietly watching her, at least for the moment.
"Please, take a seat. I'm sure your visit hasn't been entirely warm, and on a person to person level I want to apologise for that. What did you want to broach with us today?"
"We simply wish to know what you're doing," Merrala replies, sitting with her hands in her lap, "And why you're doing it."
"With all due respect, why are you entitled to that information?"
With a smile rather chilly and sharp, "Because, young lady, it means if you blunder, we may not need to take actions in self defense, if we know there is nothing going on but the mistakes of youth."
Emily's gaze narrows at that, "Excuse me?"
"Merrala of Dalewall," Madala cuts in, "Sorceress and Fist of the Mageocracy. Sent to solve problems, by words or force. I heard of what you did in the west."
Madala takes 10 on a K:L check.
Don't have K:L so Int instead:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+9 : 15 + 9, total 24[/blockquote]
Remember, you can't succeed on anything above DC 10 for untrained Knowledge checks.
It rings a bell but you can only recall basics now that you think of it. A Fist of the Mageocracy is a traveling sorcerer or wizard who solves problems. Usually violently, they're essentially adventurers.
"Merrala, I know you're used to things working a certain way. Please don't be unnecessarily confrontational. I've been quite busy, so please be specific as to what concerns you."
"I will tell you no lies," Merrala retorts, "My intent is exactly as it is said. Rather than blundering, it is a chance for us to communicate."
"Communication can be a very complex thing. While I'm sure you're forming an idea of me as something of a child who thinks herself overly cleaver, what I'm trying to do is ensure we're both on the same page. I'm sure your diviners have put quite a bit of effort in, and I'm sure they've either missed or gotten things wrong. Instead of starting this conversation based on assumptions, like you assuming I'm a foolish girl and I assuming you've come here solely to... shall we say, flex some muscle, how about we both start by laying things out simply and clearly so this meeting can have some level of productivity instead of repeated clash of wills that gets neither of us what we want."
"Then I'll repeat myself again: What are you doing?" Merrala drawls out slowly, "Talk to us, lest there be misfortune and bloodshed when it can be prevented."
"Broadly? Developing new magic and improving the Order's situation, as has every guildmaster of the Order since its founding. We're opening a new branch, actually, and needed space, which is why I've begun raising new land. If you're speaking of becoming a nation, that's rather self explanatory. We've enough people and resources, and we've functioned as an independent nation since our founding. Making it official is practically just paperwork at this point. Nothing we've done outside of those two things is out of our normal routine."
The words are taken and considered, "Is there anything else you wish to say or add?"
"Communication usually requires input from both sides."
"Then this is ours: We don't care as long as you don't get in our way," she says, brusquely. "Don't threaten ours or interfere with us and you'll have no problems."
"So this is pre-emptive instead of responsive? The way you presented it, we had already given offense. Though we've never gotten along, I didn't see any reason for us to be as openly hostile as you made it seem we were about to be. That is why I wanted us on the same page."
"Then you understand now," Meralla drawls, "Excellent. Then that's all - if you hurt ours, we will rain down on you. So long as you don't do that, do as you will without consequence." She stands then, "I'll see myself out."
Is she breaking through the teleport beacon?
No, she merely stood up and spoke.
What I mean is, how is she planning to leave? She shouldn't be able to teleport or anything and the gate system isn't finished yet.
"Have a safe and comfortable journey, Merrala."
That's a valid question. You could ask her or try to find out some other way?
Well, I don't want her to pick up on the fact that I don't know how she got here in the first place. I'll just have Madala send someone to trail her.
Thus Merrala walks out and...
Go ahead.
"Her leaving brings up a question: How did she get here in the first place? The teleport beacon should have stopped her, and I don't think our ships are finished either. Send your best to make sure she leaves without issue, and to find out how."
Madala rises without comment, going to see to it. Once gone Emily frowns, "So aggressive, so condescending," she frowns, "Are they always like that here, Alyssa?"
"There's a reason why we keep to ourselves on an island. And why no one else likes them."
Emily huffs out a breath, "I can see why. How rude!"
"Yes, yes. Don't worry, once things are stable here, they'll get a wake up call."
Soon enough Madala returns, "She departed on a flying mount, a figurine that became a full sized pegasus," she reports, frowning. "Annoying, but not a security breach."
"... That's... A very long trip that way. How... disappointingly mundane. I'm sure she'll teleport once she's clear of our field, but regardless. In any case, your thoughts, Madala?"
"A cast iron bitch," Madala's voice is heavy with scorn, "But confident and willing to ruffle our feathers if she cares to. She's seen enough that we aren't going to intimidate a bitch like her lightly."
"Then we'll just have to intimidate her heavily," Emily smiles cheerfully, "Sometimes you have to show someone the light, no matter how much it scares them. Get all in their face and remind them that the kindness of Good doesn't mean it doesn't mean it ceases to pass judgment or punish the wicked."
"No, we won't. We'll stabilize our new nation and focus on our citizens. Once we've done that, we'll change the world."
Okay then, this seems to be wrapping. Next move for Monday?
I think I said the Deep Etheral thing.
Sure. Setup for it?
Not sure. Find someone more experienced in it and do some research first.
Sure, what kinda research?
Into that weird devil-kin we ran into during the Gith thing, and hunting down rumors of other devils in there. Types, where at, ect.
Okay, start by giving me a link to the post where it appeared as well as an K:P check.
http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,104160.msg1114089.html#msg1114089
K:P/Cunning Knowledge:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+64 : 1 + 64, total 65[/blockquote]
It's tough going at first - most frog-men are essentially slaad. However, Jarem is helpful here.
"The Red Knight's power hurt them," Jarem says as you research, deep in the books. "Close enough to a slaad for her business, anyway."
Researching deeper into it, it looks like that whatever it was, it was likely some sort of random chaos spawn or mutated creature. Rare but not unheard of, as most chaotic types turn into slaad, but not always.
"So it was a random occurance? We need to figure out how the devil-kin fit into this."
Jarem's kicking back in a comfortable library chair, "Would be nice," he agrees, "Thing is, is it really a devil-kin if it's chaotically mutated? Devils hate chaos."
"Could it have been purposely done?"
"By devils," Jarem shakes his head, "No. They don't deal in chaos. Killing it, destroying it, but not spreading it."
"The fact that there are persistent rumors means there's more than a few, I think. Too many for chaos, perhaps?"
"That I don't know," Jarem admits, "Met a few devils myself, The Red Knight keeps fair relations with them. They can be pretty tolerable sorts if you aren't an idiot. I played a gelugon in Triple Rounders for a time, he was a great conversationalist. Great taste in women, too. But bring up chaos and suddenly all that becomes restrained venom. Devils hate chaos."
"Anyway, so it was a random chaos spawn. Odd, but hardly impossible."
"One or two, perhaps, but enough for rumors? If not purposely then... Something reoccurring? Maybe... Chaos bleeding into the Deep Etheral near a devil enclave?"
"Anything's possible," Jarem says, "Try some divinations, see if it shakes something loose?"
"We can try, but with chaos in the mix... Still, it's our best shot."
Okay then, divining?
Sure, with requisite time to swap spells out for it.
No problem. Lay out what spells you're using here.
I think we ran into this before; I'm not so sure what's best to use on Divination. Suggestions?
Do you mean the spell Divination or divinations in general?
In general. I'm not sure what the 'good' spells are in that school.
Well, what are you trying to do?
Try to figure out if the frog-thing was a one-off, or if there's a source of them.
Okay, any divination that lets you ask questions would work well. Neph suggested commune in chat and that would work.
I'll go with that then.
What's your CL for it? Check the spell since it is divine, in case you need Jarem to cast it in case your factotum thing isn't sufficient.
CL 22 for it, and I can cast it myself via Divine Factotum.
Thus the spell unfolds before you, spreading out and...
Question 1?
"Are the frog-devils we fought in the Deep Etheral created on purpose, or by chance?"
Remember, yes/no answers, Iddy.
"Are the frog-devils we fought in the Deep Etheral created on purpose?"
All around you the power of Shaundakul flares, the dusty scent of the sun baked road filling your nose.
"No."
1/22 questions down.
"Are there spies in the Order?"
"Yes."
2 questions.
"Is it in our ability to find these spies?"
"Yes."
3/22.
"Are these spies people I know personally?"
"Unclear; clarify more precisely."
4/22. This is a situation where splitting hairs could impact the answer.
"Are they people I interact with regularly and know the names of."
"Yes."
"Are they part of the council?"
"Yes."
6/22.
"Do they mean us harm?"
"No."
7/22.
"Are there spies who do among the general population?"
"Yes."
8/22.
"Do you know of someone who could serve as spymaster for us loyaly?"
"Yes."
"Would be you be willing to communicate who to me?"
"Yes."
10/22.
"Are any of the countries on the world currently preparing to attack us?"
"Unclear."
11/22.
"Were the levithans sent against us?"
"Unclear."
12/22.
"Are there any troves of lost knowledge or treasure you can point me towards?"
"Yes."
13/22.
"Is there anything else I can do to defend against Shar?"
"Yes."
14/22.
"Does Shar have people in the Order still?"
"Unclear, unlikely but possible."
15/22. Using the short reply option since clarity on his end is needed or it may produce undesired and misleading results.
"Is there anything you want me to do?"
"Yes."
16/22.
I don't really have anything else. Does Emily or anyone have anything they want me to ask?
If you go and talk about it the spell ends, so it's up to you if you have any more questions to ask.
I'm done then.
Thus the spell ends, leaving Alyssa with more information and food for thought.
Your call on if you do anything with the info gained.
I'll wait on doing anything uyI can get ahold of that spymaster.
I'll wait on doing anything until I can get ahold of that spymaster.
Okay then.
Jarem's there after you're done, "Well?" he asks, "Get anything useful?"
"Yes. There are some concerns, but I think I'll hold things close until I get some better options."
"Walk with me," Jarem says, starting to head out of where you cast commune.
Alyssa nods and heads out with him.
Out to the beaches, the breeze pleasant as you walk. It's quiet late in the day, the sun slowly dropping down. Jarem pays no mind to the beach as he says, "We need more training," Jarem says without preamble. "Both in general combat experience and working together. You're inclined to avoid combat, and that's for the best in many situations, but it also means we haven't had many chances to fight together and learn how to work best together. Not to mention Ianvasah's still new to her power."
Alyssa nods.
"I agree. We click on a technical level, but I don't think we can anticipate each other yet."
"Then get everyone together for..." A moment's thought, "Is tomorrow clear?"
"Unless something interrupts. Shaundakul has some information to pass on, but I'm not sure when."
"I'll get something set up for us," Jarem says, looking upward. A moment's thought, "Yeah, I can call favors, get something sent our way that should be a good and profitable test."
Alyssa nods.
"Just check with the others. They have their own lives and plans."
Okay then, anything to do before going along with this?
Uh, dunno. Nothing other than getting into contact with Shaundakul.
Cool, how are you doing that?
Also, if you want a custom spell set for tomorrow, go ahead and work on it now.
Maybe some sort of sending? I dunno how to contact Gods...
That is a thing. Okay. Should probably talk to someone knowledgeable about it in that case.
But for now it's pausing time, so go ahead and get any spell list for tomorrow ready, okay?
Sure.
Spell list ready?
Yeah, should be good.
As you all get together?
"Um, Mom called me back and well..." Emily clears her throat. "We just had something come up. Something big."
"Well, that's timing for you. Without all of us, the exercise wouldn't be effective. Do you have any idea what it was or how long you'll be gone?"
"Well..." Emily fidgets, "It's about Io and I'm already back from it."
Alyssa raises an eyebrow.
"Io? Interesting. You seem quite uncomfortable about it. Is it something you were asked to keep quiet about?"
"Oh no, it's just...would you like to meet Io?" Emily asks, right to the point.
Io's the one who empowered me, right? I can't get Io/Ao straight.
Correct.
Alyssa gets a hungry gleam in her eye.
"Why, yes. Yes I would. I have... questions."
"They found Io?" Jarem perks up, "Then I'll second that, we all have questions."
"Then...feel like a trip?" Emily asks, "It won't even be hard, all of us."
"Io?" Ianvasah asks, "The creator of all dragons, Io?" Her voice is a little dubious.
"The very same," Emily says, "Mom was really happy she found him, too."
"I think it'll be a little more than a field trip. The last I met with... an aspect of him, it was after exploring a labyrinth. I'm going to expect some sort of test."
"Then a good thing we're ready," Jarem says, stepping forward.
Alyssa nods.
Thus, a few portals by Emily take you where you need to go.
Before you is darkness, all around you silence.
Your presence stirs everything around you. Reality shifts, twisting. You feel the planes adjust, change before you and becoming more.
Before you is a golden gateway, shining bright, leading into some sort of labyrinth, a great maze of sturdy stone walls glimpsed within.
Alyssa looks at it flatly.
"Well, this is familiar. Get ready for an endurance test. The last one took... far longer than I liked."
The voice is perfect and without expression, calm and placid. Wise in a way you cannot describe. Yet it is a voice that Alyssa knows: The voice of Io.
"Do you desire another maze, Alyssa?"
Alyssa gazes at the entrance.
"I do... But not right now. A bit more specialized preparation is needed, I think, Lord Benefactor."
"Then come forth and meet me," Io declares, "For you have questions and I shall answer them, to my limits."
Alyssa strides forward.
Thus your party follows. You step through the gates and -
Stairs. You climb them. On and up, higher and higher. Higher and higher, higher and higher. Higher yet.
Then at last you stand atop the stairs, atop the tower. Here an endless field of stars glistens above, like jewels set into the black silk of the night sky. And yet a larger thing looms below it, something titanic. Something so big a single scale makes Baleruk seem tiny. Here a great wyrm rests, the wyrm of wyrms, in every shape and way a dragon. A dragon of steadily changing shade, shine, tint and even exact form. It is all and none at once, and then you realize it. The night sky is not above it. The night sky is a cloak it wears, as if carrying the entire sky on its back.
Emily eeps softly and bows, Jarem stepping forward and mimicing that. Ianvasah stares, as if utterly captivated by the sight.
"You chose the power of dragons," Io utters to Ianvasah, not unkindly, "Then understand your choice."
Alyssa takes a moment to take in the source of her power, the very essence of power, then bows respectfully, waiting for Ianvasah to finish.
Ianvasah falls to her knees, staring ahead with dazed eyes.
"By your choice, you will seek perfection with your life, Ianvasah." Io declares, "Meditate on this." Then he turns his gaze to Alyssa, "It is good to meet again."
"It is, Lord Io. I'm encouraged that our meeting was more easily accomplished this time. I think our relationship is becoming more open."
She gives him a smile.
"I think you already have an idea about what I want to ask about, Lord Io."
"Speak," Io encourages, "There is much to discuss."
"Of all the ones sent to your maze over all the years, what about me made you grant this power to me?"
"You were the one suited to the task I returned to Creation to aid with." Io explains, "Do you yet understand the task that has been lain on you?"
"Defying the Phrophecy of Mechanus and prevent Shar from unraveling all you helped build."
"Yes, but there is much more to it," Io says, looking to Ianvasah.
Ianvasah kneels to Io, "I shall do as you command," she says, head lowered.
In that instant you feel the connection between yourselves and Ianvasah, Jarem's instinctive words of magic and understanding flowing a split second later.
"Oh!" Emily cries, smiling, "That's it, Ianvasah!"
Node update, go read and reply.
Read it. Paragon Ianvasah on the way.
Alyssa shivers a bit.
"Congratulations Ianvasah. Lord Io, that's another question we had. What is that connection? We've figured out it involves goals and motivations, but what is it? What power is it?"
"Zaphkiel of Celestia provides these boons," Io says, "It is his intervention that helps empower those of yours as you grow stronger."
Alyssa nods thoughtfully.
"How am I suited to this task? What do you expect from me?"
Io looms bigger and bigger, "This is the most important thing, and it must be understood. You can speak of this with NO ONE but those of your group, of your connected node, and those of the other nodes. To speak of it to even one who is not protected risks a catastrophe that ends all of Creation. Do not speak of it lightly. Do not speak of it in any place you are uncertain you are absolutely secure and cannot be overheard. If in any doubt, come here and you can use this place to speak safely before me."
Alyssa nods.
"I swear it."
"I vow it," Jarem says, no argument.
Emily nods solemnly, "Mom gave me an idea. It's really that serious, everyone. I accept that. May you strike me down before I speak of it foolishly."
Ianvasah stays where she is, "Yes, Lord Io," she says, voice audibly dazed.
"The true enemy is not Shar," Io declares, "The true enemy is the Incarnation of Chaos, Ao."
Alyssa stares for a moment.
"Ahh...ha. And how do you expect that to happen? Sorry... I just... Don't see how I'm going to tip that fight."
"You are correct," Io agrees, "None of us can fight Ao meaningfully."
"Then what the hell IS this about?" Jarem says, "We have some other way we can stop him? Something over that getting unmade in an instant?"
"We do," Emily says, "We're working on it and we have help, but um....it's a little complicated."
"Then we need to go through it so we understand it fully."
"Shar is merely Ao's tool to end Creation," Emily begins as Io watches, "As I understand it, anyway. It's why she's getting stronger and stronger, no matter how anyone sets her back. Ao himself is watching, but there is some hope. A being called the Arbiter a select few of us and working with Io and Zaphkiel to ensure Creation has a chance."
"And how is this chance supposed to go?"
In an instant, you see others, a conversation with Io explaining much, information flowing to all of you.
Io just gave you IC memories of the discussion in the Io's maze thread that you read. Go ahead and react and ask any questions that came to mind.
Did the others get that too or just me?
Everyone.
Alyssa shakes her head from the influx of memories and knowledge, then frowns as she sorts it all.
"... I... see. An... Interesting conundrum. I wonder... Is Shar the tool they think she is... Or is the Prophecy the true executioner's axe? Does Shar gain power by form and function of the Prophecy, or directly by Ao's will?"
Jarem's expression is grave, "Then we find this 21, we grow stronger and we prepare for a...shit." He grimaces, taking a gauntlet off to slowly massage his face with his hand. "You know, I told the Red Knight that I had a feeling this job was going to be unpredictable."
Emily's just quiet, "It's a lot." is all she says, softly.
Ianvasah listens to it all, solemn indeed and...slowly laughs. "Oh Alyssa, I had no idea. No idea how far down this went!"
Io is silent a moment, "It may well be interconnected, or the Prophecy is merely reacting to the facts of Shar's ascendancy."
"Then I wonder... If we can counter a single solid precept of the prophecy, would that unravel all of Shar's empowerment? Weaken her, at least... Still... This One thing... A power and will internalized, but enforced on the world as power... Perhaps that could be what I've been searching for... I've always had ideas for spells that just never seemed to come together... Could sheer will have been the missing key... But how to... A catalyst of some sort... Will, personified..."
"To explore the power of becoming One, you must first become One," Io says, "The book I gave the others will open to your touch as well, if you wish to study that route."
"For now we need to get stronger and find 21," Emily reflects again, "Which means fighting and gaining treasure."
Alyssa flicks her eyes back to Io.
"You said each was empowered for a reason; a task. A part of an equation, I assume. A whole. What's my part? What trait of mine was I chosen for?"
"You have potential to grow, potential to become," Io declares, "I know not if you will rise to your full potential, but you may well be magnificent."
Jarem almost smiles at that, "She can be a handful," he remarks. "Headstrong, too. So -" That's all Jarem gets out as you feel it. A connection to Jarem, resonating across the room.
"Zaphkiel empowers you," Io intones, "Grow stronger."
Node update.
Got it.
"So I am to be... Potential? Fascinating. It... fits. My ability to learn, my growth. Interesting. Could you explain the focusing and exertion of will? It seems closer to... psionics in nature than magic."
"In relation to becoming One?" Io asks back.
"Partially, yes. I'm more interested in developing it as an ability... Perhaps to force a change of properties on something... Say... Making a blade of fire into a blade of cold. Naturally, the logical end point of it is to assist on the path to becoming One, but the ability itself... To simply will magic into existence, without the use of the Weave... Fantastic."
"Working without the Weave is difficult, but not impossible. Seek Moore of Celestia, because he is studying the creation from nothing through the Words," Io says.
"The Words? Hm. I'm good with languages, and hopefully will. Is it possible the missing Incarnations have made their own creations out there in the Beyond, as Ao has?"
"It is possible," Io remarks, "I cannot verify this. Travel in Beyond is somewhat similar to the Astral Plane, but at the same time different and meaningless. I have not yet mastered such a thing, and doubtless the Incarnations could hide anything else they created as well."
"The riddle piques my interest. Could it be simplier than we think? I wonder... How much of Ao's origins do you know?"
"None, other than the Three Incarnations came to Creation and created all, tasking us to search for the Answer," Io replies, "They do not confide in us save when they see fit."
"Three into two, and one into three... An interesting twist... Three into two; could the missing Incarnate have split their power into the other two Incarnates? And could one of those have split their power into three entities? If so, perhaps those are the three Incarnates we know..."
"Incarnations," Io speaks up here, "Incarnate is not correct." After that, "It is one theory that the Incarnation of Law has vanished because it split apart, but we do not know. Nor do we know of the origins or what produced the Incarnations, if anything, beyond mention of a One. A different One than to become One, or perhaps one impossibly advanced past where any of us are."
"That... Sort of fits with my idea, though. If this One stands above the Incarnations, it's possible that it came to some... Riddle of existence, maybe. Maybe something like, which is stronger, Chaos or Order. If the One had achieved harmony between the three, but wanted an answer into something that was built into it's own nature like that, then would there be a way for it to learn the answer without separating those natures to see how it plays out? And if there was... One... the One..."
Alyssa twists her mouth. "The Scholar in me doesn't like that sentence... But if there was one, it's possible there's more, which is supported by the idea that there's multiple of us as candidates and we can achieve it separately. Perhaps a second was needed to split the natures? And act as an observer or judge, perhaps?"
AS the others chew on all that, "It may be so," Io admits, "The Arbiter may be the Incarnation of Balance, or merely be a fourth who interferes for hiw own reasons."
"Well, we'll have to find a way to confirm anything we come up with... In the mean time, Shar's being empowered yes? Do you the method? Similar to ourselves?"
"I do not," Io admits, "Only that she grows stronger and stronger."
"Hmm... That's something we need to look into then... Do you know any method of compounding these powers we've been given?"
"Continue to advance them and your growth," Io says, "As well as obtain other power as you can. It is all additive."
"I meant more... Linking with the others. Is there something we can do to draw these nodes closer and amplify the powers?"
"No, not yet. Perhaps later," Io says, "For now, the nodes are not too tightly linked in case one comes onto calamity. Should one fall, it will not imperil the other nodes."
Alyssa nods.
"What traits were the others picked for?"
"I am not fully aware of the reasons for Alicia and Seira being chosen," Io says, "But the others were chosen for myriad reasons. Moore, for instance, is learning the Words of Creation on a deep and profound level as well as is a natural anarch."
"Hm. If we can find out why, then we can make plans and tactics. Is there anything specific you want us to accomplish? Is there a location we can secure that will help us?"
"For now, seek 21 and grow stronger," Io says, "That is your mission for now and your task."
Alyssa nods.
"I don't have anything else except to ask... Have I met your expectations so far?"
A nod, "Keep going - you need to grow far more, but you have not let me down."
"Thank you. I hope to fulfill all your expectations."
Anything else to add here? Assuming not, any immediate actions from this? Otherwise it's probably everyone processing this.
Just to send a message to the one he mentioned, Moore, to arrange a meeting.
Okay cool, how are you sending that message real quick?
I'm sure someone has a contact there, and if not, push comes to shove, I can summon something that can relay it. Or just go myself.
Sure, someone can be tasked. What message do you want to send?
"Lord Moore,
My name is Alyssa Songsteel. A certain Dragon Lord we are both acquainted with made a strong suggestion that I work with you on a linguistics project. He believes that I might both assist you and learn from you so that our roles might both be strengthened.
I look forward to meeting you.
-Alyssa Songsteel,
Guild master of the Arcane Order of Arythma
So noted. The message is sent. More.
Once you're past the golden gates once more and outside, Jarem goes to sit down heavily against the wall and drops his sword and shield to the ground.
Ianvasah chuckles to herself, "Power and madness....what an insane quest we have, Alyssa."
"Yes. A bit over our heads, aren't we. Jarem, sulk on your own time. Everyone, I want you to take a day or two to process this. We have free return here, so get your follow up questions organized. Jarem, I expect you to have a list of things you want to tell the Red Knight. Run them past our... Host... First."
"I'm not sulking," Jarem says, looking up with a wry smile. "I'm thinking. Big difference."
"That's for the best," Emily says, "Plus, we know now why Shar hates us so. She must somehow sense that we're to kill her."
Alyssa grins at Jarem, "There we go, that's better. And don't think I missed what dropping you weapons means."
Alyssa turns to Emily, "Let's assume it's worse and she was told directly. That way we're either prepared or pleasantly surprised."
"It means I don't feel like lugging them around right now," Jarem retorts right back.
"Then Shar's going to keep trying and nothing will stop her," Emily says, "We have even more reason to prepare now."
"It does, Emily. And it means... I might have to leave the Order."
Emily frowns and Ianvasah turns, but Jarem just says, "Yeah, makes sense. Thinking about cutting and running from a mortal enterprise? This isn't a game for mortals. Well, most mortals."
Alyssa gives Jarem a sharp look, "Do not ever phrase it that way again. I am not, and will not ever, cut and run. It's a simple threat assessment. The longer I stay, the more of Shar's attention will be drawn, and more of her effort. The resources I've pulled together, the effort, has all gone into keeping The Order safe. This is a threat on a world scale. I can't hope to match that unless a deity, a very powerful deity, almost out-right does it for me at this point. Unless anyone else here knows how to protect an entire planet from Shar's incursions?"
Today in planar trivia: You'd say plane, not planet. While there is a concept of planets in theory, not all Primes map to it and it's not the standard nomenclature.
Jarem takes a breath, "Yeah, that was an asshole way of saying it. So we pull out, keep loose ties and...go where?"
Emily shakes her head, "I can get us a place at the Cauldron or even at Sylica if you'd prefer somewhere more distant from Mom, or I could call in favors elsewhere?"
"I... Have an idea of my own, but I want to speak with Shaundakul first. I may take up your offer for the Cauldron for my family, though."
"So." Ianvasah shakes her head, "What is your idea?"
"A demi-plane. Hopefully an abandoned or lost one. Shaundakul is the most travelled deity I can think of. I'm hoping he might have an idea of how to find one."
"Good idea," Emily perks up, "It worked for my Mom and Alicia too."
Jarem rubs his chin, "Sure, but the problem is that if one's abandoned or lost, it's for a good reason. The ones that aren't tend to be held by those fearsome enough to hold them against all comers. I doubt it'll be simple, even if we find one we can take."
"Simplier than defense of an entire plane and all the people on it? I'm open to suggestions."
"Didn't say it was a bad idea," Jarem retorts, "Let's just keep in mind we're setting ourselves up for trouble."
"Let's do it," Emily agrees, "It's better than holding pat. We can bring over a few choice people to help us from the guild, and maybe I can get Mom to contribute once we get set up on a demiplane."
"Yeah, and we're at least moving forward now," Jarem gets up as you feel it. A connection to Jarem, strong and sharp.
Node update. Unplanned one, as I didn't see this course of action happening, but it certainly changed where his mind was at and fulfilled his node goal.
"Well, that's something. Indicator of a good choice. Let's keep it quiet, and hopefully secret. I think we should look into making it hidden if we can find one. We should quietly look into defenses for a demi-plane."
Okay, so you've clearly made a big choice. How are you going to follow through on it, exactly?
Well, first see if I can get ahold of Shaundakul. If I can, talk to him about a demi-plane. If not, then Moore. No point in bringing it to anyone outside of us yet if it's not possible/likely.
Okay, cool. How are you planning on getting in touch with him?
Well, I don't have a direct line, I don't think, so... Wish, I guess, or something like I did before to find him. I should probably talk to It to see if I can say anything to Shaundakul about what/why I need one, or how to impress upon him that it's important.
Okay then, which are you doing first?
It's probably the best. Have those answers before I talk to Shaundakul.
It's?
Io. Autocorrect.
Thus you return into Io's chamber, where he awaits you once more, waiting for your question.
"Lord Io, I have the idea of taking over a lost or abandoned demi-plane to separate myself from my plane. Shar's assaults will only intensify, and my lack of resources and ability means I can defend or isolate the plane. A demi-plane would simplify many of these issues, but I don't have the ability to find one with any sort of haste. The god I follow is Shaundakul, one of, if not the most, well travelled deities. It's possible he already knows of one that's suitable, but demi-planes are valuable. How much can I tell him to convince him, or make you known to him?"
"You may speak of a desire to stop Shar," Io states, "For you are hardly unique in that desire, as most of Creation agrees. You must NOT speak of Ao or anything directly related to him or of your purpose, or of the conspiracy against him."
"Can you think of anything to tell him to convince him? Do you think he is trustworthy?"
"I have no quarrel with him," Io says, "I suggest the simple truth: That you wish to own a demi plane as a way of distancing yourself from the Guild and Shar, as she has shown you malice. Simply do not speak of your greater motives and why."
Alyssa nods.
"If we are able to gain control of one, do you know of any ways to mask it from Shar and Ao?"
"Likely not to Shar," Io confesses, "A path of power and wisdom is your goal. Do not seek to provoke Ao, and gather power to resist Shar."
"Is there any advice you can give on demi-planes in general? You've travelled far beyond what any other has."
"Nurture them. Great power can come from one properly set," Io says, "But they are but planar specks, babes creates that can fade away. Seek to expand it, to grow it. For a demi plane will never become more unless it is absorbed by a greater plane or it becomes a divine realm."
"Could one be developed to... Amplify the abilities of One?"
"I do not think so, at least not in our power, no more than a divine realm strengthens a deity and serves as their bulwark and fortress," Io says.
Alyssa nods.
"I think that covers it. I can't think of anything else."
"Then go forth wisely," Io commands you.
Okay then, next move?
Shaudrakul or Moore, whoever responds first.
Let me do Moore first, since I don't think he'll be much longer. Please hold.
Soon enough, a Sending-style comes in to Alyssa.
'Lady Alyssa, this is Moore of Celestia. At your leisure, please feel free to come to Hope's Landing in Lunia, and I would be happy to discuss matters with you, or I can visit you if you would prefer.'
Do I know anything about that place?
Which place?
Hope's landing, Lunia.
K:P.
Tak 10 for 54.
Hope's Landing doesn't ring a bell. It might be new or simply obscure, you aren't sure, or perhaps you missed that particular lesson.
Lunia is the first layer of Mount Celestia. It's where the beaches and tides wash against Celestia, and the path up the Holy Mountain begins.
I can go into more info into Lunia if you need it, not sure if you need it OOC. If you do, say so and you'll get it. If not, no sense wasting words on what you already know.
As long as I got enough to find a place to start from, I'm good.
In that case it's a sending, so feel free to respond. 25 word limit, remember.
'Lord Moore, I'm familiar with Lunia but not Hope's Landing. Could you send a guide to meet me?'
'Oh, of course. Just Greater Plane Shift to Lunia and I'll take you there once you get here.' Comes another Sending-style message.
'Sounds wonderful. I'll be there shortly, but I must first let my associates know.'
Thus the sending ends and...
Go ahead, Iddy.
Alyssa finds Jarem, Emily, and Ianvasah to tell them about meeting Moore.
"So we all going there?" Is what Emily asks once done.
Alyssa shrugs.
"If you want to, I have no objections. You all have your own projects as well. I doubt Celestia will be dangerous beyond what I can handle alone."
"Better to go together, at least one person," Jarem says, "I'll go with you. Emily, you're an arcane spellcaster and if we're moving, you'll know better what you need to take and what we don't. Ianvasah, help Emily."
Alyssa folds her arms and stares at Jarem with a raised eyebrow.
Jarem takes a long breath, "Yes?"
"I don't mind you giving advice and direction, but we're no longer on the battlefield. Also, you're being hasty. We've got nowhere to go yet, and no idea how long it'll take to secure any type of secure area. I know that we're being watched, to a point. Gathering our things for a big move will do us no good but tip someone off."
Alyssa turns to Emily, "He's not wrong, but instead of gathering things, begin making lists and break things down by priority. Note their locations and what we'd need to transport them. If we do have to move quickly, let's have it planned out if we can't pre-pack. Consider what we can reacquire and what we can't. Also, if I do have to leave, I want this place as unassailable as I can possibly make it before we leave. Consider what other defenses we need to make this place into a fortress. Make a list up for Jarem to double check when we return."
Turning back to Jarem, "Do you disagree with any of that?"
Jarem takes a longer breath, "Alright, you're not wrong. Just...yeah, sorry, still dealing with all of that."
Emily smiles and comes over, giving Jarem a quick hug and then you one, "No frowning and fighting. I'll take care of it, Alyssa."
"Thank you, Emily. Jarem, I was also serious about everyone taking a day or two to sort through things. I don't mind someone going with me, but we both know that while Celestia might not be completely safe, it's far safer than most other places, in regards to being attacked."
Nods all around and...
Going on over then?
Yup. Daily spells, ect.
Thus the two of you appear in Celestia - in a small beach cove, tucked away by rising cliffs. Here sits a single celestial, a green skinned one, tall, and with a trumpet on his lap.
"Travelers," he greets, "Celestia is in a state of war. Please declare yourselves and your purpose for this visit."
"Alyssa Songsteel and Jarem Aruwood, here to meet Lord Moore by invitation."
"Ah, Duke Moore? I will have word sent," The archon says, "Wait here."
Go ahead and enter on in here, Moore.
A few moments later, a pixie comes flying up, waving!
"Hello, welcome! You must be Lady Alyssa, right?" Moore says, offering a hand out to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Alyssa accepts it with a small smile.
"Yes, though I'm no Lady by birth. Guildmaster if you must, but Alyssa is perfectly fine. This is Jarem Aruwood, a very close advisor and friend to me."
"I'm not much for titles myself, either." Moore says with a smile. "Jarem, it's a pleasure to meet you as well. If you two will follow me, I'll take you to Hope's Landing. I'm sorry, I just expect people to be able to find it, I forget that not everyone's visited Mount Celestia."
He will take them to Hope's Landing!!!!!
"I was here once, to investigate the celebration and to make some initial diplomatic inquiries, but Conjuring isn't what I specialize in. Care to tell us about Hope's Landing?"
Jarem follows and...
Go ahead Moore, this is in your hands at the sec.
"I can just show you." Moore says as he gestures them to follow him.
After a few minutes of traveling, on the horizon they can all see the walls of a small fortresss, with a few buildings inside of it. It's rather nondescript at its face, but there's something about it that seems to lighten their hearts a little bit. There's also... something slightly brighter about the walls themselves?
Inside the walls, past three golems near the front gate, they can see some people bustling about here and there, including several different types of angels as well as others.
"I was gifted this place a few months ago, after my stint with Aurora was over. It's a bit more bustling because of the war." Moore explains. "Ah, if you're not familiar with Aurora, I can explain that, but basically they're an inter-planar group that fights against evil." He says.
"I've heard a bit about it. Emily started to gush about it once or twice."
Alyssa inspects all of the magic things they pass by reflex.
There's various magical defenses here for sure, as Jarem adds, "I've heard of Aurora. They did good work on Lifasa."
"Moore, would you consider it rude if I were to inspect the defense effects here?"
"I was proud to be part of that." Moore says, as he gestures again inside into the fortress.
He stops at Alyssa's question and smiles. "No, please, by all means. But let me take you somewhere first where we can talk. Afterwards, you're welcome to study the magic here at your leisure." He says.
There are small buildings all around, but one seems to dominate the most of it. It seems to be some sort of primary barracks and otherwise war station.
As Moore leads them inside, he takes them all past some hallways and doors and opens one, gesturing them inside.
Inside that room is a simple bed near a window, along with a bookshelf with several books and a small desk nearby the bed. There's not much else there besides a mirror and a few other knickknacks.
"This is my room." Moore explains. "It's, ah... hm, how do I put it... Protected?" He says with a gesture out towards one of the windows. "It's protected the same way That Place you went to to meet our dragon friend is."
Alyssa eyes the room carefully.
"I appreciate the subtly, but I'm afraid I can't take you at your word, by our Dragon Lord's direction. Would you care to have him verify it for us?"
"Oh!" Moore exclaims, rubbing his chin.
"Sorry, I understand your hesitance. Ah... short of going to see him yourself, I don't know how else I could prove it... but if you want to go see him, I can wait here." Moore says. "If you're familiar with Mount Celestia's structure, this room is protected by Lord Zaphkiel, the highest of anyone here in Celestia. Of course, I realize my just telling you that doesn't do anything to assuage your concerns." A small chuckle after that.
"But please, do whatever you need to do feel comfortable." Moore says. "I can understand not being able to take me at face value just yet."
"Thank you for your understanding. I'll be but a moment."
Spellpool swap a Disintegrate for Greater Plane Shift to visit the ole' dragon.
Jarem nods and follows. Your return to Io is without incident, the great dragon merely watching you as you ascend. "Your curiosity is strong, or your caution is stronger."
"Both have served me to this point. Is Moore's room sufficiently protected that I might speak freely there as here?"
"Prudent - but yes," Io says, "You are safe there."
Alyssa nods. "Is there any other place protected so? To save a trip and interruptions."
"For now, no," Io says, "Use caution and talk only in places you are certain are safe, and others that are not part of this cannot hear."
"If I get my own demi-plane, could you shield it in a similar way?"
"Great security can be considered then," Io agrees. "At least a room. What Zaphkiel is done is something unique to him and his realm."
Alyssa nods. "Thank you, that's all for now."
And thus a short trip later, the two return to Moore's fortress and...
Go ahead.
"Thank you for your patience and tolerance, Moore. I had to be sure, and Lord Io assures me we are safe. Though the mechanism by which is Lord Zaphkiel's. I'll need to find a way to mimic it for my own use."
Moore waves a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. I know the severity of what we're dealing with."
A smile after that. "You're welcome to use Hope's Landing, if you'd like." Moore says. "I don't know the history behind your group, but if you need a place to stay for your own mission, you're more than welcome to use mine, it's easy enough to expand. Ah...sorry, I shouldn't just assume that it's an option that you can use."
"At this moment... No. I'm the Guildmaster of our Arcane Order and I just pushed them to declare ourselves a nation. While it might be wiser to detach myself from them, I would rather not, at this moment. There are many I care about there, and leaving both the Order and the nation bereft of leadership when it's new practically dooms it to failure. I'm making plans to do so, but things take time.
In any case, before we get to the practical reason of my visit, would you mind giving me your opinion of what lies ahead and what your approach to it is? Lord Io gave me the memories of your meeting with him."
Moore nods. "The option is always there, if you'd like to take it. I'm also happy to extend official diplomatic relations to you, though there are channels I have to go through first to make sure I don't blunder." He says.
He clears his throat. "Right now, Celestia is involved in a war with the efreet of Fire over slavery. It's going to be a rather... long war, I think, but it's a war of ideals that Seira -- I think you know her? Is also involved in. Anyway, my role will be to support that endeavor, but also to continue to fight against Shar and her... whatever you want to call it." Moore says.
A breath after that. "My goal during all of that is to continue finding pieces of research that are going to lead us to... something. I don't know what, but Sylvie, a friend of mine and the bearer of 21, has a child, named Calley. He has some notes that we've all been tracing, and I'm trying to get to the bottom of what all the notes could mean and where they lead. So that's one of my other major focuses." He says.
"Interesting... It's no coincidence, then, those that have come seeking me out. Emily, daughter of Seira. Calley paid me a visit as well. I haven't met this Sylvie yet, and holding onto 21, whatever that exactly is, sounds a monumental task, but I must say I disapprove of her handling of Calley. He's in quite the awkward position. Can't relate to those of similar physical age, and likely not understood by those of his mental... advancement. That's neither here nor there, however.
War is coming to a slow boil on my prime as well, with the establishment of the Order's nation. There's another mage-led nation that's... None too pleasant. I can't dedicate any significant resources to anything outside of my plane until I have that under control and can ensure some decent level of defense against Shar's incursions... But I can help with non-combat operations.
This research, the Words of Creation, yes?"
"I intend to have a talk with her about what she did with Calley when I find her." Moore says with a small smile.
A nod afterwards. "The research Calley seems to be doing is something related to portals. I think it would open a portal to whatever place Sylvie currently is in. Here, let me show you." Moore says, taking out some papers and offering them over.
Alyssa accepts it and reads it over.
K:A and Spellcraft.
K:A/Cunning Knowledge take 10 for 76.
Spellcraft/Cunning Knowledge take 10 for 88.
It's an incredibly complex magical diagram. Based on what's here, it's a portal of some kind, but it's cunningly and vastly complex.
Okay... Can I be of any help with it?
You think you could work on it, but you would need to research it and take time. It's incredibly complex stuff.
Odds are you're going to need to gather more info about it, though.
"Hmm... I get a rough idea of it, but with the complexity and size, I'd need a few more reference notes and some time to work on it... Could you make a copy of this for me? I'll do what I can."
Moore nods. "Oh, sure, that's no trouble. I've only got... ehh, I'd call it less than a third of the total number of notes for it so far." Moore says. "So it's hard to try and puzzle out with just that."
"If you can get me the rest, I can likely make some real progress on it. Let me know when you do. On another topic, Lord Io suggested I learn the Words of Creation from you."
Moore puffs his cheeks up for a moment as if he's thinking.
"I don't know if those are something I can teach you." He says. "But... maybe. I might be able to teach you the meanings, but I don't know if I can teach you how to use them... hmm. I can try, but I can't promise you anything." He says. "Although I do know someone who helped me learn more about them, so maybe it's possible with her assistance."
"Who might that be?"
"Her name is Xandra." Moore says. "She's a trumpet archon who's part of my... uh..." He gestures. "Group? I don't know what you want to call them. Bonds, I suppose is a good word." He says. "She'd probably know more about teaching the Words than I would. But why is it you want to learn them, exactly?"
"The way Lord Io talked about them and the Ones... While I don't think there's a direct connection, depending on how the Words work, it might require the same... Mindset? Thought processes? I don't have a solid handle on what the Words of Creation are, exactly, but my instinct tells me it's something I should work on and with Lord Io's recommendation on top of it... Well, I can't really ignore the chance to study and learn them, even if it just leads me to a better understanding of creation. With that alone, who knows what might be accomplished."
"That's fair." Moore says with a smile. "As for what the Words are... I have some ideas myself, but let me go find Xandra and we can kind of start from the beginning." Moore says.
Moore will indeed go and get Xandra!!
Xandra thus is fetched, entering the room. "Moore," Xandra says, "If we are going to keep meeting in your bedroom, we need to expand your bedroom."
Alyssa instantly shoots Jarem a level look, daring him to make a comment.
"I probably should've just converted the war room, but this will just have to do." Moore says. "I'll make sure it gets expanded." He promises.
"Xandra, this is Alyssa and Jarem." Moore explains. "They're both part of another group that's been blessed by Io." He says. "Alyssa is here to learn the Words of Creation, which... I don't know how complicated a task that is, so I wanted to ask you and get your opinion, as I've never been taught how to use the basic ones, just advanced the use of the ones I seemed to have."
Jarem smirks slightly but says not a word.
"Very well," Xandra says, "First of all: What do you know of the Words, Alyssa?"
"Almost nothing except that they exist. I can hazard a guess at the risk of cementing preconcived notions."
"The Words of Creation are said to be the words used to forge Creation," Xandra says, "The most righteous and crusading of us can learn a few, and with that comes great power."
"To add a little bit more, though I don't want to confuse anything..." Moore begins, "It seems like the Words of Creation are some sort of language from Beyond that was adapted to be used in Creation."
"Beyond? Hmm... Then there might be someone... Thing... In limbo that might get a faster handle on it, though translating their insanity is an effort of it's own. Hmm.. a concept and understanding of a thing that imposes order onto chaos... Much like Ao."
"The Words are also a thing of righteousness, at least in Creation," Xandra says, "Yet if they were used by the Incarnations, and the Incarnations do not know good and evil?"
"Is it that they do not know it, or that they encompass both, and neutrality? In any case, Io's direction was that I learn them with Moore."
"I can try and teach you, but I do not know if you can. You are not one of the righteous, you would normally have no chance and merely speaking the words could be your death," Xandra confesses. "But in your case...it may be possible for you to develop some of it. I know not."
Alyssa considers.
"What part of being righteous causes the Words to function? What is the mechanism by which it functions?"
"I have an idea." Moore says, withdrawing his new flute.
"This has the power to make the seemingly impossible a bit less so." He explains. "I can try and use it for this purpose, but I warn you that it'll likely still take time and probably a bit of luck."
"The Words of Creation draw on what is good," Xandra explains, "Your flute may well help, Moore."
"I'd like to think I have a fair amount of good in my soul."
"It takes more than that," Xandra says, "In your hearts of hearts, are you dedicated to doing good, above and beyond anything else? Are you driven to crusade against evil, to see even one life improved in exchange for your own, if needs must?"
"In my heart of hearts... I am dedicated to the freedom of choice for all. To their equity of chance and choice. That all lives should have the freedom to improve themselves as much as they desire with no chains of birth or place. And the freedom of consequence for those choices, in equal measure."
Xandra considers, "Freedom from consequence or the freedom to see and deal with the consequences of your actions?"
"Consequence is equally important. Without failure, without pain, one cannot learn wisdom or to value things."
"...I will teach you the most fundamental basics, and we will see if you can learn them safely," Xandra finally decides. "It will not be without risk."
Alyssa raises an eyebrow.
"We're trying to stop Shar, who is empowered enough to threaten all of creation. I believe, at this point, breathing is risky, considering some of the spells I can cast, much less her. But I thank you for your concern and intent. Thank you for your willingness to try."
Xandra returns it, "Our lives are not without risk, but there is no reason to be uniformed. I would not like to have your death on my soul if this goes wrong and you did not know it could happen."
"Yeah, and she's the type to haunt you, anyway," Jarem says with a growing smile. "Lots of haunting."
"He's worried about it because he knows his mouth has caused me the most reason to do."
Jarem looks to Moore, "Lots of haunting," he repeats to him. "Loooots."
"If you only knew what I'd seen." Moore says with a cheerful smile. He turns over to Xandra. "Whatever the case, I leave the matter in your hands to direct."
"I will see to it," Xandra agrees, "Come to me when you wish to learn and I will teach you, Alyssa."
"I'm here now. Care to start or do you have previous engagements?"
"Moore?" Xandra asks, a question in a single word.
"Now's fine." Moore says, gesturing with the flute.
Okay, plan here for this, y'all?
I have no idea.
The best bet I can come up with from an OOC perspective is to have Moore play his flute, hope Alyssa gets a 20 after a bunch of 1s and see where it goes from there.
As for specifics, that'd be Xandra's thing, but I imagine we can just start with teaching Alyssa the very basics of the Words to see if she can emulate them at all.
Paste me the flute's stats?
This plain flute pushes back the seemingly impossible and makes them a little more possible. When played by a bard who succeeds on a DC 40 Perform (Wind Instruments) check, it grants a single listener the following benefit. When a creature who hears this makes a skill check, a natural result of 20 automatically succeeds, so long as a sufficiently high skill check can succeed. While it doesn't allow the truly impossible, anything just short of that can theoretically be done with this. You can't take 20 on a skill when under the effects of horizon's flute.
Each usage of this ability counts as a daily use of bardic music.
Okay. Let's try an Int check as an untrained skill check here, Iddy. In other words, you're likely 20fishing as desired, but make a roll and we'll see from there.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+9 : 20 + 9, total 29[/blockquote]
It's like walking on a balance beam between endless chasms. Each slight step is impossibly hard, devastatingly challenging. It's just learning the absolute basics of the theory and yet - Moore's music plays, bringing a constant state of clarity. Somehow you work perfectly, lost in your labors. As it does, Alyssa hears a voice, seeming to whisper into her mind.
You seek a dangerous thing, Alyssa. The Words of Creation reject those that are not worthy. The Dark Speech immolates those who dare make a mistake with it. The Words or the Speech are not meant for mortals, yet the play with the barest murmurings of them, risking greatly.
Yet that is the greatest gift of mortals, to press on in the face of the impossible and sometimes succeed in spite of everything. Will you continue?
"I will. In this thing, I see the potential for victory and improvement."
Then I will grant you the ability to continue. But know that you explore realms not meant for you to explore. Wisdom shall be your watchword, or your lack of it will adorn your tomb.
"As the one I follow, Shaundakul, so too do I chase the horizon and explore everything there is."
The time passes...and well. Somehow, against all logic, Alyssa seems to grasp the basics. "This isn't possible and yet..." Xandra says, holding a hand up. "Enough, Moore. This should be impossible for you, and perhaps harming you. I never imagined I would...." a long, slow pause there.
Alyssa smiles at her.
"Did Io tell you why you were chosen? For what trait?"
"I have an idea why," Xandra replies softly.
"Lord Io told me I was chosen for for my potential. Because I can grow and to become. Perhaps this... Is part of it."
"It seems you and Moore are a good fit," Xandra says at last, "For I know no other who is as good at unlocking potential as Moore."
"Did you hear a voice by any chance, Alyssa?" Moore asks.
"I find his company quite refreshing. He's been most welcoming."
Truning to Moore, "I did. Who or what was it."
"That was Lord Zaphkiel." Moore says.
Alyssa nods. "Io mentioned him a few times. Seems I have the rare honor of being twice blessed."
"He's a very mysterious ... I honestly hesitate to call him a person." Moore says. "I don't... mean to be rude, but he's so shrouded in mystery, calling him a 'presence' is probably more correct."
"Zaphkiel is felt rather than seen," Xandra admits quietly, "For he is the Lord of Chronias and the only one to return from it."
Would Alyssa know what Chronias is?
You'd know the basics of it, yes.
Do you need that told to you OOC?
You can just link and I'll read it real quick, if you want.
Short version: Chronias is the seventh and final layer of Celestia. It is hidden in overwhelming light and the goal of everyone in Celestia is to ultimately reach Chronias. Those who pass into it never return and what lies there is one of the greatest mysteries in Creation. It is ruled by Zaphkiel, the Seventh of the Hebdomad and the unquestioned supreme ruler of Mount Celestia.
"Yes, his accomplishments and... existence... is overwhelming. I'm quite elated to have his approval."
"It's a hell of a thing, like everything today," Jarem admits, quietly. "Thank you for the help, Xandra and Moore."
"Yes, I very much look forward to the next lesson and how far we can get."
Okay you two, anything else to cover here?
Um, Moore said he had to do some double checking for diplomatic stuff, so I guess not on my side. I did want to study the magical defenses, though. Maybe get some ideas for my own use with the Order.
There's nothing I can think of to do. Moore will report all of this to Erathaol after Alyssa leaves, though, to get his side of things.
Okay, then we'll cover this in your thread, Alyssa. Moving you back to that. Meanwhile...
Go ahead and describe how you're contacting Erathaol and what you intend to tell him.
This is my thread.
So it is. I'm dumb. Okay, make K:A real quick as well as Spellcraft, Iddy. Moore, you're going to a new thread.
K:A/Cunning Knowledge:/b]
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+66 : 2 + 66, total 68[/blockquote]
Spellcraft/Cunning Knowledge:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+78 : 18 + 78, total 96[/blockquote]
The mundane and basic magical defenses you grasp - good work by and large. The overall glow though? It is utterly beyond you to understand.
It's worth nothing that if you aren't ware from Moore's threads, this protection was made by Zaphkiel himself. So the odds of getting anywhere in that are not good.
Alyssa files it away for further discussion on the next trip and decides to head back to consider the lesson and, hopefully, meet Shaundakul.
This thread's about full, so let's start a new one.