Pixie power (Moore)

[Nephrite]

Moore will re-double his efforts to pay attention as they continue along and not let his thoughts interrupt that!

[Anastasia]

Spot check again.

[Nephrite]

[22:01] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+35+2+15 Spot with Divine Insight this time
[22:01] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 56 > [d20=4]

[Anastasia]

As you climb up the mountain, you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Faint movements, glimpsed every so often as you begin to go up the trail. Someone following you, though you never get a decent look at them. They're quite good, following with a great deal of stealth.

[Nephrite]

Hm. Moore continues on casually, idly casting a simple cantrip to allow himself to communicate to Cresiel without saying a word.

"You probably already noticed, but someone is following us. Should we just continue on until they reveal themselves?" Moore whispers, barely audibly.

He's using Message so he can whisper and be a super secret spy.

[Anastasia]

Cresiel doesn't respond, instead following the path up.

[Nephrite]

Moore will follow along!

[Anastasia]

Cresiel continues to walk - faster and faster, leaving Moore behind as he tries to keep up.

[Nephrite]

Moore can easily enough see what's going on, so he simply stops. If Cresiel wanted him to keep up, he'd ask him to -- no, it looks like whomever this is will be a meeting by himself.

[Anastasia]

Cresiel is soon gone, Moore left behind. He hears nothing behind him, safe for the faintest sound of a footstep.

[Nephrite]

"It seems you have me at a disadvantage." Moore says, turning in the direction. "But allow me to introduce myself properly nonetheless. My name is Moore, member of Aurora and follower of Erathaol. Among other things, I dabble in inspiring people to such heights that destiny itself has no choice by to move with the motions I guide people through." At that, he offers a flourishing bow.

[Anastasia]

The figure behind you is hard to look at. Light, sheer and powerful. Blinding and overwhelming. It vaguely human shaped, but you cannot look at it except in the barest glance, so the details are hazy. It stands 10ft behind you, watching impassively.

Images flood into Moore's mind, a torrent of them virtually drowning him. Chaos all around him, the ever changing realm of Limbo. His will makes it his realm, a great kingdom rising out of the chaos. Here Moore sits on a throne, in a castle of imagination. The slaad bow and scrape to him, terrified servants that ensure his every thought is fulfilled. Moore sits in his kingdom, every desire fulfilled as it comes, nothing rejected. His every whim is reality in this place, and reality takes a back seat to whatever catches his fancy.

[Nephrite]

For a moment, he's lost in that fantasy world. Servants? An entire kingdom? Why, isn't that what he's always wanted? Yes, of course, it's only natural that... ...no. That isn't right at all.

Moore shakes his head. "No. I am not the type to make others bow to my will in such a way." He shakes his head again, as if trying to drown out that chaos.

"If I do anything to the slaad in Limbo, it would be to understand them. I am not the type to lead through fear or domination... but through hope and inspiration." Moore smiles. "Let me show you, if you'd like."

If K:P is relevant I'll take 10 for 45 to identify what this is.

[Anastasia]

You have no idea what this creature is. The sheer radiance suggests something mighty indeed.

More images fill your mind. Talking to the slaad, understanding them. As you do, you become more and more like they. Growing taller, bigger. Changing colors, becoming frog-like in appearance. You grow greatly amid them, a kingdom of unreality and mutable shape forming as you gather bannermen (banner slaad?) to your cause. You do war with rainbows, a skeletal prince and a golden blob of some sort. Destruction fills Limbo, a war of countless shapes and dimensions as an unthinkable number of souls perish in the great battles.

[Nephrite]

Moore shakes his head again. "I'm sure Calleigh would like that, but it isn't for me. When you talk to and understand something, you take a little bit of them and make it yours. You don't have to give up who you are or your identity to understand something or someone -- but the perspective is important. This power -- the power over chaos... it isn't about making something chaotic, or turning something that's chaotic into order. It's about merging this with my own abilities and understanding it." Moore insists.

"Although it does sound rather fun to fight like that, it wouldn't be my desire to do so." Moore says.