A guest of the efreet

[Nephrite]

Let's ask around and see who wants to actually talk to us! Maybe Eblis' attendee (but probably not).

Take 10 for 100 on Diplo to go chat people up.

EDIT: Going to use the -20 modifier to avoid any suspicion from doing so. They're there as diplomats, but it's let's not be totally overt about it. That makes the check 80.

[Anastasia]

Prioritizing anyone in particular?

[Nephrite]

We'll just see who we find! Maybe people who happen to be closer to the Grand Sultan.

[Anastasia]

The first one you come on is Dustfire.

He sits in a relatively small viewing room, watching the ocean of fire. A nude brachina kneels before him, gently massaging his feet, boots off. "Oh great master Dustfire," the devil purrs in tones of pure lust, "You have a guest."

"I heard, woman." He merely glances at her and she rises, bowing deeply before leaving, head bowed and submissive.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 on K:P for 94, what do I know about Dustfire?

Moore gives a polite nod. "Lord Dustfire. I hope I'm not interrupting."

[Anastasia]

You already made this check, so repost from the last thread.

The solar is Dustfire, a fallen who serves Eblis. A sadist, he enjoys burning mortals and reducing them to ash. A natural fire mage of great power and skill. While not one of the Sundered Suns, he is nonetheless a servant of Eblis.

Dustfire turns - and he and Cresiel regard each other silently a moment before his attention turns to you. "She is no consequence. Speak."

[Nephrite]

so I did. Who am I to remember insignificant solars??

"I wished to speak to you of your thoughts on this treaty." Moore says, simply.

[Anastasia]

"Politics," Dustfire, a sneer as he adds, "Gesturing, posturing between sides before war." He spits to the side, "You bring that fool Barachiel to-"

"If you speak poorly of him again..." Cresiel says, calm but firmly. "I will not entertain blasphemy."

"Pah, words mean nothing in the end, less than the wind they ride on," Dustfire doesn't even blink at that gaze.

[Nephrite]

"Cresiel." Moore says, raising a hand gently in his direction.

He turns back to Dustfire. "I see. So you think there's no reason for peace between different ideologies, even in the face of someone like Shar?" He asks.

[Anastasia]

"Creation is war. There is only war here and can only be war," Dustfire declares, "The promises of the Heavens are empty lead and iron, ones that entice the fodder that wages much of this war - mortals. Let them burn in the flames of war."

[Nephrite]

Moore makes a non-committal grunt of acknowledgement.

"Do you think your armies are sufficient to defeat Shar?" He asks.

[Anastasia]

"Shar will burn as anyone else," Dustfire's answer is short.

[Nephrite]

"You've got confidence, I'll give you that." Moore says with a small smile.  "I don't think that's a realistic view, though. If you only stand alone, then you only have yourself to rely on... which works, until it doesn't work anymore. What happens when your conviction is tested and that isn't enough? I have allies to call on for strength, friends who I can rely on."

[Anastasia]

"My conviction has been tested," Dustfire retorts, "Here I am."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles. "Fair enough. I appreciate your indulgence, Lord Dustfire."

He turns to go with Cresiel!