Salvation at last (Tryll)

[Anastasia]

Liber is bright, restored and fresh. There are no immediate signs of the diabolical occupation. People dance in the streets, open celebration. Song greets you as you enter, joy overflowing.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh zips through the crowd at head-height, zig-zagging between people, orbiting around heads, and singing along with the people, or making up her own songs. Tryll floats above it all in mist form, so as not to cause alarm.

[Anastasia]

Okay, quick clarification on how you want to handle this. Are you looking for hands on of how they're doing, a GI check to get more or...?

[Yuthirin]

Let's say we'll manifest Read Thoughts and do a bit of GI as well. Should get me pointed in the right direction, at least. I'm looking for someone in charge. Or someone who should be in charge. Or agents of Sylica.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+35 : 14 + 35, total 49[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Easy enough to find. You find Liber has several bralani eladrin war riders in it. These riders are called the Knights of Felis and ride celestial tigers. They guide the people and ensure a degree of control - as much as jubilant celebration is control.

The one you approach stands by the docks, watching sailors celebrate and drink on the surviving ships. His tiger paces about, prowling and with sharp, bright eyes on you as you approach. The bralani has wild, messy green hair and wears a breastplate, greaves, bracers and a light helmet. A layer of chain mail protects the places the heavier armor doesn't.

"Victory is sweet, little one," he greets Calleigh with a smile, "Though I don't know your name. Are you a messenger?"

[Yuthirin]

"Hi hi hi hi!" Calleigh says, looping around in circles in front of the bralani, "I didn't expect to see other eladrin here! Dunno why. Well, wait. This is Elysium! Sorta! Nor Arborea! Is the Queen taking an interest here then? I'm with the Aurora! Hi!"

[Anastasia]

"Bluemar," The bralani replies to your introduction by stepping back and bowing, "Which Queen, that is the question? If you mean the Queen of all the Stars, not directly. If you mean the Queen of the Battlefield...well, we are here. We are seeing to the mortals here, guiding them in this hour of celebration so that it stays a celebration."

[Yuthirin]

"OhhhOHHohohoh, Queen Morwell! Sorry! It's been a weird day. I'm Calleigh! This is Tryll!" she points at the large cloud of mist hovering over the group's heads, "Sorta. We came over to see if we could help out with government stuff. Actually it would make more sense if you were working with Sylica. Yeah! That makes more sense."

[Anastasia]

"All is revealed," Bluemar murmurs, his tiger coming up to him. He pats the great tiger's head, feline eyes of pure gold taking your measure. "The Queen of the Battlefield has commanded us to oversee Benfal in victory, we will do so. While the material world is mended, there are many wounded souls in need of succor. We will find them and provide it in them, and so that the people can know the name of their saviors."

[Yuthirin]

"Wounded souls! That sounds bad! We've seen soul wounds before and they take a lot of work to fix!"

[Anastasia]

"M'lady," Bluemar bows to you, "Then put your heart at ease, because I speak in metaphor rather than in reality. The damage is real, but not of that kind. I speak of emotional pain and suffering under the cruel yoke of Baator."

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh eyeballs the bralani for a moment at the m'lady thing. "I'm not a lady! I'm a courre! And that's good! Cuz pulling Lixer's stuff out of Rosa took way too long and she wasn't able to play while she was in bed and that was boooooooooooring! Emotional stuff is easy. Just tell 'em to be happy cuz it's over!"

[Anastasia]

"M'lady, you are a lady in my eyes," Bluemar smiles, "Emotional wounds are not so easily dispatched for ones who are not suckled on the nectar of primal righteousness, m'lady. It will take time to nurture them back, but it is a task we accept eagerly. For they have been pulled from the furnace and now it is time for them to be quenched in the cool waters of emotional healing."

[Yuthirin]

"Uhhhh...huh. Right." Calleigh stares in confusion at the bralani, then a dawning look of revelation, followed closely by her bursting into fits of giggles.

[Anastasia]

"Yes," Bluemar smiles slightly, "Soon Benfal will be a honed blade, ready to wreck holy vengeance on those that oppressed it. From this Sylica will grow stronger, as new champions flock to her banner and those that pass fly to it. Just as your Lifasa has been a tremendous furnace from which superb steel has been forged through Aurora, so will Benfal be."