Muirfinn's diary (Moore)

[Nephrite]

Well it's easy enough to say that...

"I fear that I've already encroached too much on Celestia's wisdom when it comes to this sort of thing... However, that's the only place I can think of for this sort of thing. I admit, I'm not as familiar with all the planes as I ought to be, so maybe some research back in Aurora would do some good." He lets out a long breath. He really hates reading...  "Lady Cloud Dancer, I will send you news when the time has come to finally face The Father. If between now and then you can aid us and Aurora somehow, or of Lady Lliira can offer us anything, we would be grateful as He is not the only threat to creation that we face."

[Anastasia]

"There is more," Cloud Dancer stops, sitting on the air and drifting towards the two of you onc emore. "The Father is an abomination against all that is right...and he is an abomination, a type of cursed creature that is broken divinity, malformed and suffering under an eternal misery. Know that a curse in many ways defines an abomination."

[Nephrite]

"So, if we truly wanted to stop this, we'd have to somehow break the curse... but... this is obviously not a typical 'just wave a hand and fix it' type of curse." Moore says. "We know what spawned him --" Moore takes out the diary. "So it seems that before anything else, breaking the curse... well, it doesn't really stop Him from being an abomination, but it's almost like they're both sides of the same thing."

[Anastasia]

"You know of his curse? Oh, joyous day," Cloud Dancer says, "May I be blessed and read this book to find the way?"

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks. "Of course. I... well, I mean, you know about him already, so you know that even knowing of him is dangerous... Just make sure you take any protections you need before you look." With that said, he'll offer the diary over.

[Anastasia]

Cloud Dancer reads the diary. She is silent throughout and passes it back after. "Lliira, have mercy on that Ogmites' poor soul," she whispers, bowing her head in prayer, "The spawn of those two? My heart quails and I know now why he is so powerful."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods with a small frown. "He did a truly noble thing. Does this give you any insight on what we can do?" Moore asks -- despite it being a question, for some reason his voice is still filled with hope .

[Anastasia]

"Find the words to reach him. If that fails, kill him," Cloud Dancer says, "Do not let there be more feasts, or mortals of another world will be reduced to cattle."

[Nephrite]

Well, that's direct enough.

"All right. Then I will see if I can find the words. When the time comes, whatever aid you can give us would be appreciated." Moore says. "Beyond this, though, we have other challenges... Aurora is always hard pressed to find allies. Can you perhaps suggest any that I should pursue?"

[Anastasia]

"Here," Cloud Dancer takes off her mask. Beneath it is...another mask, made of plain cloth. She passes it to you. "Take this with you, it will aid you."

[Nephrite]

Moore can't help but let out a small laugh. "You'll have to teach us how you do that sometime." He smiles at Ilsenine as he accepts the mask. "Thank you. I hope I can continue to be an ally to Lady Lliira going forward."

[Anastasia]

"Be well," Cloud Dancer says, "Do what you must, save or kill him, but do not let the Father rise again. Please."

[Nephrite]

"I will come back to Brightwater to tell the tale." Moore promises. "It's the least I can do. Please send for me if you have any need for my services, or wish anything from Aurora."

[Anastasia]

Done here?

[Nephrite]

Done here. Let's go back to Aurora and find out what this mask does.