Muirfinn's diary (Moore)

[Anastasia]

"I read the Valgadda, W-ahem. Codex," Cresiel says, "He is a spawn of Demogorgon, but not the Prince of Demons. An aspect is an avatar of Demogorgon, not offspring. Do bear that in mind, the distinction is an important one in the matter of the powers."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "I see... well, no, I don't, but I understand what you mean." He smiles a bit. "But still, I know Celestia's light guided me here for a reason..." He rubs his chin. There has to be something... but what is it?

[Anastasia]

"Spend as much time as you need," Cresiel says, "Celestia's will shall be revealed when it is time."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. He settles back in to meditate again, not taking up the archon's time again.

There has to be something... some obvious connection he's just blind to.

[Anastasia]

Another Wisdom check.

[Nephrite]

[11:22] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+5
[11:22] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+5 --> [ 1d20=13 ]{18}

[Anastasia]

You drift.

How much would you give up to save others?

You drift in a sea of your own empty thoughts.

What would you give to defy destiny?

You remember how much you loved her. Your perfect princess, the rose of your life that you wooed in spite of everything.

I...I don't care! Maybe...maybe if...maybe if there's some reason, any reason, it's good enough! I don't care what the destiny is, there has to be a better one than that!

Salogan's memories. You feel his love for his wife, his respect for others. His compassion for those who rose from nothing, just like him. His knowledge that there was something better and that he wouldn't let anyone take it away from him.

"Even if...even if all that waits is an empty tomb, I'll still do it!" Your voice.

Too late. The gate was open and HE came through. His aspect. His thoughts in your mind, his sorrow at knowing he would never see his princess again in this life as he charged the aspect.

You awaken with a start.

[Nephrite]

He takes in a sharp breath and opens his eyes.

"I still don't understand..." He murmurs with a look down at the diary.

"What are you trying to tell me? Is it as simple as standing up and fighting?" He asks, no one in particular.

"Maybe... ..." He looks at the diary again. He takes another breath.

He looks over to Cresiel. "I think I understand now. I think the wisdom is that you can do anything, no matter who you are or where you're from, as long as you keep hope in your heart."

[Anastasia]

"Faith," Cresiel says a single word as he offers you a hand up. "When you face the deepest darkness, what endures but faith?"

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles, moving to his feet. "Yes. Faith that the path that I've chosen..."

He looks up to the light in the sky. "Faith that somehow, this is the right path. Now I just have to find the wisdom to put it into place."

[Anastasia]

"It is interesting you found it in Mercuria. This is the realm of the honored dead," One of Cresiel's six wings points out to the horizon, "It is where the brave are entombed to rest after the sacrifices they made in life. To find an answer here suggests your fate may require a steep price."

[Nephrite]

"I think... no matter what, it will cost us." Moore says. "Facing Him, regardless of the plan... anyone must be prepared to pay that cost. I think that my path -- the one that I think is the best, will deliver more good to Creation ultimately."

[Anastasia]

Cresiel merely nods. "Do you wish to continue on?"

[Nephrite]

"I will continue until Celestia determines it is time for me to return." He nods. "There may be yet something I have not considered."

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Rei-chan> Kowork rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=41 ]{41}

You wander for a time until you get hungry. You rest and have a short meal, starting to feel the fatigue of your trip. You can't help but yawn as you finish off your meal, sleepiness encroaching.