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It's chilly in Heaven (Moore)

Started by Anastasia, November 17, 2015, 05:59:41 PM

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Nephrite

"Does that put me against Queen Titania?" Moore asks. He decides he's comfortable enough to take a sip of the tea.

Anastasia

"The fey do as they please," A slight smile comes to Erathaol's calm face, soothing Moore's fears. "Her children follow the path they wish. You are your own being with your own free will to choose."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore nods with a small smile himself. "Then, Sir Erathaol, what would you have me do from here?" Moore asks with a glance at all the books. "Actually, if I may... what happened to me prior to arriving here? The gentleman I met -- ah, does he have a name, by the way -- mentioned that I'm not dead, so... obviously there were circumstances. If it isn't something I need to know, I understand, but I would like to know, if possible." Moore says, setting the mug in his lap.

Anastasia

"There are circumstances," Erathaol agrees, "Tell me, do you remember light?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore closes his eyes for a moment.

"Yes. An ocean full of it." He opens them again. "But there was something more to it than that. It's fuzzy, but I can remember small bits and pieces." He says, looking down into the mug.

Anastasia

"Yes. You cane through an ordeal and proved your worth, even if you do not remember it. It is the future that is important now. Aurora needs your help to defeat the Duke of Destiny. You have seen Celestia's will and guidance through your journey here," Erathaol explains, "Imagine chains that drag one down, pull you to misery and a path of desolation. That is what the Duke of Destiny offers, so that all will wallow in the same misery as the devils. Every step and every deed will lead deeper into Hell."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

[12:09] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+5+6 K:P for Aurora
[12:09] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 27 > [d20=16]




Moore nods. "All right. I know that all the other questions I have... and even the ones I don't have, will be answered by following the path in front of me. To that end, would you like me to continue to follow the path Celestia has offered me until I have the strength to join those in Aurora?" Moore asks. He takes another drink of the tea.

Anastasia

"Normally I would have you walk the Holy Mountain," Erathaol says, "But circumstances do not permit the time for it. A more direct solution is called for." He offers his hand out to Moore, his gaze burning into him like a star.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore smiles. "I'm sure I'll have time for it eventually. I still have to visit that nice young man again and get his name and try more of Miss Iris' cooking." He says as he takes Erathaol's hand!

Anastasia

"Sun's Rise," Erathaol says as you take his hand. His voice fades into overwhelming light, "His name is Su-"

Stars, sun, moon, night. The earth, the fire, the wind and the waters. Life and death. An endless circle at war with itself across the spokes of a wagon's wheel. Dragons clash across it, lead by king and queen. Dreams fade into screaming nightmares. Order rises and falls higher and lower than you can see. Today and tomorrow become reversed, and the next and into the next and the next, until time itself seems naught but a stream you leap along, back and forth with no rhyme or reason.

It all fades to one thing - the light. Not the light of that other place, a light that burns it away from above. This light is the light of Erathaol - no. It is more. It is Celestia, it is is is is is - Moore is overwhelmed.

You've just gained 7 levels, Moore. Go ahead and post a reaction, then do them now. The rest will be at a later date.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Sun's Rise.

It's about all he has to hold onto as his world is flipped inside and out, back and forth, there and back again. Is that the light of... it has to be. There's only one thing that can be that bright -- Chronias itself. No wonder no one comes back.

Maybe he won't come... no. He has to stay here, in the here and now. There's time for tomorrow later. Now is important -- he manages to pull himself back, but... he has to travel the path laid out for him first. Yes, the path that Erathaol... and Celestia offer.

He understands.

Anastasia

Okay, post in nagging when your levelling up is done. I'll resume us in a new thread then.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?