The Hanged Raven (Ithea)

[Anastasia]

Ithea and company rushes back the way you came, returning past the split mountain.

Noise. Blur and ear-piercing buzzing, drowning out all other noise. Reality becomes a thick morass of black, dark as raven feathers and thick as jelly. You can hear murmuring. Just below the threshold for making out, rising up and down in tone. You can hear male and female voices. Everyone else seems gone, just this strange, otherworldly darkness and murmuring. The rest of your armies are gone...?

[Merc]

Does blindsight help at all with 'seeing' past that? And can I try to use anarch powers to create a mini sun (as in light mostly, not ball of gas, heat and gravity)?

[Anastasia]

Could you go check out the posting in smith first, Ithea?

[Anastasia]

It's just thickness, Ithea. Like something's taking up the space for blindsight. You could try with your anarch powers, certainly.

[Merc]

Someone else roll for me please? D20+8+8

[Ebiris]

[21:36] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+8+8 merc anarch
[21:36] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 26 > [d20=10]

[Anastasia]

The meaning is taken, as a sun in Balmuria isn't precisely the same thing as a sun in the real world. Ball of light it is.

> roll 1d20+16
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 34 > [d20=18]

Ugh. You feel very active resistance to your efforts, something else managing to keep the proto-matter of Limbo in the current configuration instead of changing it to your whim. An opposing anarch, most likely.

[Merc]

"There's an opposing anarch present. Strong one too. Any recommendations on proceeding, or do we just try to force our way into that?" Ithea asks the officers with her as she gestures to the thick darkness.

"I just tried to create a giant ball of light in the middle of that and failed due to this other anarch. So first of all, if you have any spells that might provide me an advantage there, I'd appreciate it getting used."

[Anastasia]

You look back - and you don't see anyone. They're just gone, lost in the shadows.

[Merc]

"...fuck, its that crazy black slaad all over again," Ithea mutters before pushing forward, attempting again to force her will over the area and to overcome the opposing anarch.

Given he (she? it?) is focusing on ravens, Ithea focuses on thoughts of Sharess, of Rukkig, the slaad cat, of Snowy and any feline she can imagine. And then she imagines them clamping onto those ravens' necks and tearing. Because fuck ravens, cats eat them, dammit!

Someone roll the usual anarch roll for Ithea. D20+16

[Nephrite]

[14:22] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+16 Ithea
[14:22] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 21 > [d20=5]

[Anastasia]

Your powers ripple in the void. From all around you, one of the distorted voices rises to the level of comprehensibility. "Far and alone, lost and forgotten. A little cat strays from the path. Too many mistakes, too late to help."

[Merc]

"If you're trying to prey on my fears and worries, I should warn you that nobody is as good at demoralizing me as myself. Anyone else just pisses me off and then I get meaner," Ithea calls out as she keeps focusing on those ripples, smashing against them with her image of felines. "And I'm -never- alone."

Keep rolling anarch for me, I guess.

[Nephrite]

[14:41] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+16 Ithea v.2
[14:41] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 26 > [d20=10]

[Anastasia]

Felines appear. Cats of every type, running about in the darkness. They don't laugh long, but a dry, distorted chuckle follows. "Fear? Only reality."

Listen check.