Gearing up (Moore, Ithea)

[Merc]

Ithea laughs at the sight of the ship. "And you said we were tempting fate. Apparently reverse psychology works on the fate makers. I assume that's the ship we're looking for up ahead?"

Ithea attempts to make out any markings to confirm the ship's origins as they get closer, hopefully making out those important details before they get spotted in turn by someone else.

[Anastasia]

Make a Wis check, Ithea. Anarch bonus applies.

[Merc]

[12:08] <Merc> roll d20+8+8+1 wisdom+anarch+ioun
[12:08] <Kobot> Merc rolled d20+8+8+1 wisdom+anarch+ioun --> [ 1d20=1 ]{18}
[12:08] <Merc> lovely

[Nephrite]

"We still have time to meet whatever has taken over the ship and is using it as a base of operations for fiendish and nefarious deeds." Moore chips in!

[Anastasia]

It's okay, Merc. Natural 1s happen to every PC sometimes.

"Hopefully that's not-" Crystal begins, before reality splits like broken glass. The party is tossed about as Ithea feels a familiar thing - it is as if this is Limbo, reality around her being reshuffled at a whim. When it clears, Moore and Ithea lay in a sunny field, face up and staring at the bright sunshine.

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks.

He blinks again.

He looks around. Is he in Venya again...?

[Anastasia]

Moore can see he lies in a sunny field. An open field under the summer sunshine. It's quite pleasant - except for the fact that the sun has a face in the middle. A face full of anger and fury, a voice booming, "NONE DARE DISTURB THE GREAT MIKELOS AND HIS TREASURE RAIDING! YOU WILL BE CAST TO THE MOST BORING REGIONS OF MECHANUS FOR YOUR IMPERTINENCE!"

[Merc]

"That felt like the touch of Limbo," Ithea says with a frown as she flips herself upright and looks around only seeing Moore at first. "Where are Stille and Crystal? Dammit..."

"You okay, Moore?"

Hearing the voice of this Mikelos, Ithea frowns further as she tries to recollect anything about this guy, as well as to see if she can use any lingering touch of Limbo to send them back or something.

K:P to recognize Mikelos? Or something else?

Any possibility to try again on the wisdom check, or was it a one time thing?

[Anastasia]

K:P, yes. Make that first of all.

[Nephrite]

"Yes, I think I'm all right." Moore responds with a glance at the Angry Sun.

[13:32] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+14+8 K:P
[13:32] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+14+8 K:P --> [ 1d20=9 ]{31}

[Merc]

[12:34] <Merc> roll d20+42+5 K:P+collector of stories
[12:34] <Kobot> Merc rolled d20+42+5 K:P+collector of stories --> [ 1d20=3 ]{50}

[Anastasia]

The name rings a few bells for both of you. It's the name of a minor demon, an incubus (or glabrezu, the lore's obscure) that serves Malcanthet. In addition, Ithea can recall that he died about a thousand years ago, slaughtered by a devil raid.

[Merc]

"Aren't you dead?" Ithea asks with a raised eyebrow as she casts detect magic.

And yay/nay on limbo check?

[Nephrite]

Moore decides to stay quiet for now, only unleashing his dreaded greeting if asked.

[Anastasia]

"YOU DARE TO CONTRADICT THE SUN? Okay." The voice drops into an apathetic tone, "Then just burn up or something, I don't know. How boring."

Suddenly the fields around you burst into fire, an inferno all around the party.

Ithea, you can try to anarch it again if you like, though it may or may not work, you aren't sure.