Gearing up (Moore, Ithea)

[Merc]

[22:31] <Merc> roll d20+31+11 reflex+inspiration (evasion)
[22:31] <Kobot> Merc rolled d20+31+11 reflex+inspiration (evasion) --> [ 1d20=16 ]{58}

[Anastasia]

Ithea flies straight up, through the deck with a slice of her glaive. She ship below her shatters into thousands of wood chunks, breaking apart before your eyes. "I AM INVINCIBLE! I AM THE BEST!" The voice howls, "LAY STILL AND BE EATEN!"

[Merc]

"The best? Hah! You haven't even shown yourself! All you've done is yell threats and splutter indignation when I ignore you and your lame attempts at my life! Some invincibility!"

Ithea exclaims as she floats in the silent space above, giving a cursory glance towards where she'd tied that slaad. Would suck if whatever the voice did just now killed it trying to get to her. Especially after the effort she put in, y'know, NOT killing it.

As for her unseen enemy...Oh well, wherever he is hiding, he can hear just fine, so she might as well keep taunting.

Directing her voice towards the remains of the ship, specifically where she burst out of... "With these petty tricks, you're not even close to being the best! Cause the way I see it? At every turn, I've been besting you! Untouched! Unharmed! Unstopped! So what now, you loser?!? Ready to bow to my obvious superiority?"

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100 slaad reaction, random as only slaads can be
<Kobot> Ko-Kappafear rolled 1d100 slaad reaction, random as only slaads can be --> [ 1d100=77 ]{77}

Oh boy, just asking for heavenly interference.

No sign of the slaad in the mess of the ship. Meanwhile there's a long silence, before the voice asks, completely calm, "Tell me, why is there an angel cat on your shoulder? I don't understand any more."

[Merc]

Ithea blinks and pauses. Well! That was new.

Part of her wonders if she should be taking the voice seriously after all the haughty behavior, though given the change in tone...well, who knows?

"I hold the honor of serving as one of Lady Sharess' champions. I would presume any angel cat present on my shoulder would be a blessing of hers," she says with a serious honesty.

[Anastasia]

The answer is a series of meows and hisses, just like a cat. There's a pause, then the voice answers itself. It barks like a dog, then growls. Finally the voice resumes, "Very well. I must conclude this audit is a waste of everyone's time. Why didn't you tell me about the cats? Everyone knows cats are the true rulers of Creation."

[Merc]

Ithea would give the voice a really, really flat look if she had a target to direct it towards. Instead, she turns to her shoulder to see if she spots an actual angel cat there. After verifying (and hopefully not reacting), she turns back to the wrecked ship.

"I'm a catfolk! You didn't think to ask until just now? Also... I wasn't aware of that particular blessing until you said anything."

[Anastasia]

There is no cat there.

"Very well, I divorce you. I divorce you. I divorce you." With that third one, the air all around the broken ship ripples. "The Child of Lifasa is dead. There is still hope. Woosh!" A gust of wind that blows Ithea back a little bit, "I travel on to the Citadel of Ten Thousand Pearls!"

[Merc]

Ithea just floats there, not sure what to do now.

Clearing her throat, "Uh, so...my friends? Where'd you send them to?"

Can you roll relevant knowledge check on this Citadel for me? I assume K:P for +42?

[Merc]

I rolled it, assuming K:P is correct!

[19:57] <Harley> roll d20+42 K:P (Citadel)
[19:57] <Kobot> Harley rolled d20+42 K:P (Citadel) --> [ 1d20=16 ]{58}

[Anastasia]

The Citadel of Ten Thousand Pearls is the home of the Padisha of the Marids. It's located in Water and is the beating heart of marid culture and civilization.

There's no reply to Ithea's question.

[Merc]

Ithea frowns at the lack of response, and decides to dive back towards the wreckage in search of the voice's source, assuming it's still even there. Or at least some hint of something -useful-, dammit!

[Anastasia]

Listencheck.

[Merc]

[22:48] <Merc-zzz> roll d20+54 listen
[22:48] <Kobot> Merc-zzz rolled d20+54 listen --> [ 1d20=15 ]{69}

[Anastasia]

Sharess doubtlessly approves of that roll result.

As Ithea goes down, she can see it's all floating around. Ruins, broken bits of earth, glittering metals, shiny gemstones. So much of it, like a sea of debris and treasure all mixed together. As she takes this in, she hears the faintest breath right behind her. Her antagonist's voice is heard as the softest whisper right into her ear, "Let's do it again!"