Muirfinn's diary (Moore)

[Nephrite]

"You're right. Ah, I hope you don't mind, then." He looks over to Elegy. He doesn't want to just start meditating while she's there if she had something to do.

[Anastasia]

"This is hardly the strangest thing that's happened to me here," Elegy retorts, "Go on."

[Nephrite]

Moore just grins at that and settles in to focus.

Light. Light Light Light.

Everywhere was Light, but that can't really be the case, can it?

He's got to find the source... where is this Light coming from?

Is it a block? Is it something else?

[Anastasia]

Make a Wis check.

[Nephrite]

[16:34] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+5 Wis
[16:34] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+5 Wis --> [ 1d20=1 ]{6}

[Anastasia]

Nothing.

It's just a little too noisy. Elegy's breathing, the rustle of Cresiel's wings. You can't focus at all right now.

[Nephrite]

Well, that's easy enough to fix.

He opens his eyes and smiles. "Give me just a moment. Ah, please keep an eye on me though." With that, he flies a bit away from the others and lands back near the river to settle in again, however, this time, he casts Silence on himself so that no sounds are going to bother him.

Now, where was he...

[Anastasia]

Technically it's an ocean, though as it's part of the River Oceanus, river is technically correct. It's a lawful plane so being technically correct counts.

Wis check again.

[Nephrite]

I'm sure Primus would be proud. Or whatever his name is.

[16:46] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+5 Wis
[16:46] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+5 Wis --> [ 1d20=19 ]{24}

[Anastasia]

Primus is Mechanus. If you're thinking of Chronias, that's Zaphkiel.

You meditate. Slowly the world around you slips away as you think, focus and reflect.

Light.

It all comes back to light, doesn't it?

[Nephrite]

Nah, just another very lawful place.

Moore takes a breath. In an out, in and out... if Light's there, then life is there too, right?

Air, water, earth, fire... all the things that make up the world. Light and Darkness are part of that too.

But why does it always come back to Light? Why is the Light so overpowering?

[Anastasia]

No answers present themselves, only the faint glow of the light from above against your closed eyes.

[Nephrite]

Moore slowly cracks an eye open to look up. He's not going to end up blinded again, is he?

This isn't a comet either, he hopes.

[Anastasia]

You look up to the light of Chronias, far away as a star.

Thump-thump.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

Thump-thump.

"I...I don't care!" Your own voice, though the words are unfamiliar to you. "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!"

THUMP-THUMP.

Her voice. Hers. "Yes, and there's books still to be read. It's not over yet."

THUMP-THUMP.

Another voice. Hers. "Qupan or whoever, I won't stop. Not for this."

[Nephrite]

What? Who? Them?

Yes, them, of course.

They were his allies -- they stood with him against...

destiny?

Did they... have to change something? They had to leave, in order to...

Leave? They all got out. All of them got out, so are they...?



Moore takes a deep breath and continues to look. The answer has to be there -- the answer of why he ended up where he did. IT HAS TO BE THERE!