The mystery of Benfal (Moore, Tryll)

[Yuthirin]

'We can do that. Feel free to join us if you hit a dead-end. I expect you will eventually. If it's something the gods did, it might not be knowledge they're willing to share.' Tryll agrees.

[Yuthirin]

"We're good at unexpected logic!" Calleigh shouts from the river bank, covered in mud.

[Nephrite]

Moore laughs a bit. "Yes, I expect to be told a few times that this isn't something I need concern myself with. Memory loss, however insignificant, however... ...is something I take very personally."

[Anastasia]

"Good luck then," Morniel bids you.

So Tryll hitting the people and Moore going to the top?

[Nephrite]

Let's give it a whirl!

[Yuthirin]

"Have fun beating your head against the gods'! It's not fun! I know." Calleigh says.

Let's roll.

[Anastasia]

Okay Yuth, you're off to your own topic.

Moore, how are you aiming to achieve your objectives here?

[Nephrite]

Well, he's going to try and Gate or Greater Plane Shift to Xiranthador for starters. Presuming Mount Celestia shunts him off to Lunia instead, he'll just go from there. He's going to take Shalm (that rapier) with him either way.

[Anastasia]

Gating from here then or using Aurora's gating feature? It may matter.

[Nephrite]

He'll just go from here.

[Anastasia]

The tides of Lunia lap at your feet as you appear on the beaches of Mount Celestia. It is peaceful here, a land in eternal sunrise. You feel tension leave you as you feel a strong sense of being home. It's where you belong, you feel it in your bones.

[Nephrite]

For once, he'd really hoped that he could just start in the middle. Or at least slightly higher than this, anyway.

"I'm not going back until I have an answer, you know." Moore says to no one in particular. With that, he takes a breath and starts flying towards the mountain itself. Past that, something will assuredly guide him in the right direction.

[Anastasia]

Roll 1d100-7, Moore.

[Nephrite]

[15:53] <Nephrite> roll 1d100-7
[15:53] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d100-7 --> [ 1d100=61 ]{54}

[Anastasia]

You begin to walk. A path is quickly found that leads up the mountain. A breeze blows as you go up, refreshing you. It looks peaceful enough as you climb up.

Spot.