Hammer (Ithea, Moore)

[Anastasia]

Make a Wis check with a +4 circumstance bonus.

[Nephrite]

[22:54] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+9 Wis
[22:54] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+9 Wis --> [ 1d20=17 ]{26}

[Anastasia]

As Ithea works, Moore feels the reality around him respond to him. It's like his mind and hands are on fire, forms appearing as they flit through his mind.

> roll 1d20+33 craft storms check
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+33 craft storms check --> [ 1d20=4 ]{37}

Then a massive BOOOOOOM from the clouds interrupts. CAnderella comes out, soaked to the bone and rather bedraggled. "Clouds should clear to a good anarch now," she says, wobbling in the air.

[Merc]

Ithea nods and decides to focus on clearing the storms now that she won't be messing with...whatever Canderella did.

[22:22] <Merc> roll d20+8+8
[22:22] <Kobot> Merc rolled d20+8+8 --> [ 1d20=3 ]{19}

[Anastasia]

The storms are fairly feeble now and clear to your command, brushed aside. An open path further into the disturbed zone is now open.

[Merc]

"Thanks for the help, Canderella. You alright?"

[Anastasia]

"Had better," She groans, "Storm spirit or something, I don't know. Maybe an disembodied fiend of some sort. Didn't like the competition."

[Merc]

"Ah," Ithea says with a nod. "I know the feeling, probably like going up against a more experienced anarch for control of something. But with more lightning bolts and water. Do you want to stay with us while you recover? Or going to head back to regroup with Jaela now?"

[Anastasia]

"Just..." Canderella wobbles again in the air, "Gimme a soldier to lean on and help me on over."

[Merc]

Ithea provides the helping hand herself, reaching for the wobbling succubus, and giving her support. "Moore, Stille, Crystal, let everyone know we'll be moving out again soon."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods to Ithea and goes to pass the word on, finding a runner for Jaela's group.

[Anastasia]

Word is passes, Ithea going off to take Canderella back. Others spread word, Crystal soon coming back to Moore. "All's ready," she says, "We just wait on Ithea to return."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Thank you, Crystal. Ah... also, I didn't have time to tell you before, but... I'm sorry." Moore says with a small frown. "I know you'd asked me about Afina, but... well. I don't think you can forge a sword out of a hammer, you know?" Moore says with a small smile. "Whomever she eventually decides to be interested in will have to be on her end, I think."

[Merc]

Ithea continues helping Canderella out until no help is further needed and then shall return to her forces.

I didn't think I was being waited on to post that, but okay, sure, there you go.

[Anastasia]

The party travels on. The fourth mile comes and goes, storms and a broken battlefield past. The latter is a grass field floating in the voice, full of broken weapons and armor, but no bodies. Coming close to 4 and a half miles, you proceed through a watery area that Ithea's powers clear. Ahead you see it - everything around is a bloated mass of obsidian buildings fused together, a wall stopping everything cold. It stretches farther than anyone can see in all directions.