Hammer (Ithea, Moore)

[Anastasia]

No good. IT's just not responding.

"Moore," Crystal nods back to him, "That, and also our more fragile soldiers are under great danger from the flames."

[Nephrite]

"Well, if there's no way to safely cross the flames, then I think I'd agree with Ithea's assessment, presuming that anyone who can't fly won't be in trouble. We already ran into that before..."

[Merc]

Anything stopping is from going through the floating plains or is everyone capable of traveling there (outside of unforseen obstacles)?

[Anastasia]

Nothing that you can see, beyond being the longest distance to travel.

[Merc]

"No good. Even though it might be the longest way, everyone should be able to travel through those floating plains. Lets head that way quickly."

[Anastasia]

The army swiftly heads through the plains, traveling over them. Sunshine comes from nowhere, shining down as you cross them quickly.

> roll 1d100
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 12 > [d100=12]

As you cross it, forward elements can see someone approaching. A trumpet archon, silver armor battered and in ruins. He has cuts all over his body, his left arm hanging uselessly, clearly broken. Both of his wings are burnt. There's no sign of his trumpet and he staggers in the air rather than moving normally.

[Nephrite]

Does anyone besides me have good healing spells for a situation like this? I don't know what Origin's got.

[Anastasia]

Crystal and Misalea have some healing, while Stille can drop heal spells for serious healing.

[Nephrite]

"I'll go." Moore says as he starts to fly towards the archon!

[Anastasia]

Moore flies over as the front scouts help him. Members of the Graceful Blow hold the archon up as he looks on, "Listen," he coughs, "It must be known..." Another cough, this one ragged, "The Adversary's forces roam in greater number ahead."

[Nephrite]

"Okay, we'll pass that on. Hold still, though." Moore says as he reaches out to heal the poor celestial!

Heal, 120 HP restored.

[Anastasia]

The archon's wounds heal immediately, knitting back to normal. He stands straight at that, "Thank you," he says, "You aren't Celestia's regulars. What banner do you serve?"

[Nephrite]

"We're with Aurora." Moore says. "Although I do have ties to Lord Erathaol. My name is Moore -- we're on our way deeper in. Maybe you should explain the situation to our commander, Ithea. That way we can decide how to proceed."

[Anastasia]

"We made it about 5 miles in. The daemons have a defensive line there, they control the chaos through several slaad anarchs they've taken control of," The trumpet archon explains. "A stray barbazu," The archon's face twists in distaste, "Indicated that his unit was repulsed and shattered by the line. There's evidence that demons and anyone in favor of the rift can go through."

[Nephrite]

"Then it sounds like that's going to be our next destination." Moore says with a nod. "If you need to return to Lord Domiel, the path should be clear. I'll go explain the situation."