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Started by Anastasia, May 03, 2019, 12:58:47 PM

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Nephrite

Moore, mettle
Xandra
Jetina, mettle


[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+71 : 3 + 71, total 74[/blockquote]
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+52 : 18 + 52, total 70[/blockquote]
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+55 : 7 + 55, total 62[/blockquote]

Anastasia

> roll 1d20+51 Cresiel
> roll 1d20+39 Kaja
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 67 > [d20=16]
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 58 > [d20=19]


The pulse of magic is nigh overwhelming, but again you maintain yourselves.

You feel a splash of terror, a numb horror at a dreadful fiend looming over you - yet you resist it as...

Go ahead.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore attempts to pull the book out in earnest, ready for some sort of horrible thing to happen when he touches it!

Anastasia

<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

[17:18] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+19 STRONG PIXIE
[17:18] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 32 > [d20=13]

Anastasia

With a desperate lunge, Moore reaches in and pushes through the slime. He grasps the book and yanks it out. The moment he does, the slime retreats into the sphere and all is still. The captured celestials are still.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"I don't even know where to begin with this." Moore admits. "I think we need to go back home for now and take it with us, and we can sort out the particulars there."

Anastasia

"Can we move it," Cresiel examines it...only for Xandra to gently take it in her hands, no resistance as she holds it.

"Well, that answers that," Jetina offers. "It looks like others here will wake up with time and should be fine."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Let's leave our Jackal-man friend here, I'm afraid he'd be too traumatized if he saw more than one solar." Moore says. "But we need to come back here when time permits us to do so to help set this place right.

He does turn to him before they go. "We will return and will make everything right. Please, for now, just wait for us."

Assuming there's nothing that prevents us from going back, Moore will get everyone back to Hope's Landing -- and by everyone I mean the other celestials and the party.

Anastasia

What magic for mass transport?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Whoops, I didn't notice Greater Plane Shift had a limit of eight people. It's the little things in life, you know?

In that case Moore will use Vul'lath's Relief to make a Gate, then Cresiel and Kaja can carry the unconscious ones through and we'll all go together.

Nephrite

and yes Moore is taking the awful book with them

Anastasia

Thus all of you arrive back. The sphere of slime stays still even now, you notice, as you return to the bright shores of Celestia.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore's first job is to report that the diplomats are all safe and sound. He'll leave out the details to Barachiel for now.

"Now, then, what in the world -is- this thing?"

Moore will take 10 on appropriate knowledges (whichever those are) for 95 to try and suss out what the sphere of slime actually is, if he possibly can.

Anastasia

You believe you've heard of this, but only rarely. It is called a genius loci - an idea that is not an idea at all. An empty idea, something waiting to be defined. It manifests as a type of ooze, seeking to grasp and mimic ideas in place of its emptiness.

They're unusual things to say the least and rarely seen.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?