Muirfinn's diary (Moore)

[Nephrite]

Whaa? But aren't all these other people... well, that's fine. If he caught some attention before, he can certain replicate it. This might be fate showing him a different path.

Taking 10 for K:L for 32 for some local songs that are popular, then he'll go through the whole song and dance (hah, get it???) and combine some string and oratory performances. He'll take 10 on both and use Divine Insight, Improvisation and Song of Fortune again for 80 on the Oratory and 53 on the String Instruments. I realized from last time that the harp's +15 to String Instruments is Insight so I didn't even need Divine Insight before, but oh well!

[Anastasia]

Aiming for any particular place to perform or people to aim for?

[Nephrite]

He'll look for an area that doesn't already have people singing and performing in it. He's not -that- rude! But other than that no.

[Anastasia]

Spot check.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 44

[Anastasia]

You move about the huge square and find a group partying, but without any music. It's a mix of all sorts, drinking and laughing with each other.

[Nephrite]

In that case, he'll go ahead and perform here with the earlier rolls. Ilsenine can catch or participate as she wishes.

[Anastasia]

Catch?

[Nephrite]

watch

[Anastasia]

Ah typos, the ever-enemy.

Ilsenine sits back to watch, the performance beginning. Your oratory quickly draws a growing silence around as others are sucked into it. Over time the parties begin to slow as you weave your stories, more people coming over to listen. At last, as you finish yet another tale, your throat dry from hours of speaking, you realize it is silent. The celebrations all around have stopped in favor of listening.

Then clapping. A single woman clapping, gleefully running up. She has black hair, trailing behind her. She has a huge grin on her face and is barefoot, moving with inhuman grace. Then - !!!

Will save.

[Nephrite]

[22:10] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+45
[22:10] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 53 > [d20=8]

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+26 Ilsenine
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 32 > [d20=6]

Ilsenine's Will save.

Her presence is overwhelming. You drown in her. She looms over you like a mountain. It's like trying to breath while entombed in stone. Everything about her floods you like a tsunami, as everyone around you kneels, even Queen Ilsenine - but you do not. Somehow you withstand this pressure, a force that makes you want to do nothing more than worship the being before you.

She laughs. It is the most wonderful sound you have ever heard.

"Bravo! Bravo!" She comes to a stop before you, "It's been years since someone managed to pause the Great Revel with a performance like that!" Her voice is bright, child-like. There's something girlish about her, something that fills you with hope. You know in your bones everything will be alright now. You struggle to do anything but stare at her, your mouth barely moving. But you're able to speak, move, see, think.

"You should join me, I need more servants like you. Oh, but where are my manners," she giggles, "I'm Lliira. What a pixie, what a performance! Let alone the fact that you have Erathaol's mark on you. What HAVE you been up to?"

You made the save to resist Lliira's divine aura, so you can function.

[Nephrite]

Another meeting with another deity in person? Wow, the stories he'll tell...

There's a great hesitance before Moore's able to regain control of all his faculties, but he at least gives a flourishing bow as befits the congratulations of his performance.

"Our Lady of Joy, I'm humbled to be in your presence. I am still unsure of proper decorum when it comes to meeting deities... I'm afraid I was rather blunt with Sir Erathaol when I met him." Moore says with a beaming smile. Even though he's still in awe, he can't help but continue to smile.

"It's a long story, Lady Lliira, but I would trust that you could know if you so desired? Or perhaps you'd simply like me to regale you with an explanation?" He shakes his head. "Still, you humble me with such compliments. I profess I've never garnered this much attention with just my songs before... I can certainly see how people become your followers -- the feeling is exhilarating."

[Anastasia]

"Oh, that's lovely." Lliira waves a hand, all your performance enhancing spells gone. "Tell it to me with your words and your heart - and not your magic." Her smile is wide, "Let me see you how you are. Give me your explanation."

Not going to roll dispel checks, she can't fail them so no point.

[Nephrite]

"As you say." Moore says. He takes a breath. "It all began when I woke up in Venya..."

[22:41] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+38 Perform (Oratory)
[22:41] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 57 > [d20=19]

Basically rolling to see how well he tells the story.

Moore goes through all the details of his journey through Venya, the celestial he met who made him food, the kind Golden dragon... getting to Aurora for the first time, all of his meetings with everyone. He leaves out no details, as if it's important for him to have committed all of these memories perfectly -- like he doesn't want to forget anything again. All of his adventures are there, from his original and initial embarrassment with Ilsenine's court to talking with her privately at the party. The diplomacy of Mineral, the fight in the Styx (which he somehow remembers), the trip to Yggdrassil... even what he can recall about The Light. It's all there.

"...Which brought us to Brightwater. I was originally searching for Lady Sune for this task, but fate has intervened and shown me a path different than what I expected. I would humbly request aid with the task that has fallen to me and the warriors of Aurora, Lady Lliira. I am not so naive as to believe I can simply ask for this aid, however -- I am willing, able, and ready to do whatever it must take." He says, smiling still as he finishes his story.