Beneath Dweomerheart (Surraruthru, Tryll, 87 days left)

[Yuthirin]

"Nice place! Very...darkly." Calleigh is trying.

[Anastasia]

"It gets better once you get within," Hanna says, "Much like magic is far more beautiful once you learn and understand it yourself, or so I'm told."

[Iron Dragoon]

"It is. It's also much more powerful here. Magic is enlarged, extended, and empowered here. Our magic will be much more potent. Theirs, too. Now let's find this Mage Tepen referred me to."

[Anastasia]

Cool. Someone make GI and I'll move you along with that. Others are welcome to help by aiding another or other means, if available.

[Nephrite]

Candy will take 10 for 55 on GI, either as the main person or aiding as appropriate.

[Iron Dragoon]

Neither Kascha nor Surraruthru have that skill.

[Anastasia]

Lemme get two people aiding her then.

[Iron Dragoon]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+11 : 14 + 11, total 25[/blockquote]

[Iron Dragoon]

For Kascha aid, previous was Surraruthru

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+7 : 4 + 7, total 11[/blockquote]

[Yuthirin]

Halping![blockquote]Rolled 1d20+37 : 15 + 37, total 52[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Total of 59.

Canderella is like a grease spell - she smooths out everything, making even the roughest edges slippery and your task easy. The city itself is cobblestone roads and hanging lamps that shed blue and purple light, casting everything in otherworldly colors. Towers and fine buildings are here, everything well kept and untouched by time's ravages. The city smells of rose hips, bat guano, sand, ozone and other such things that bring to mind spell components to Surraruthru. The stench of mortal cities is nowhere evident.

The residents vary, but from the celestial to the mortal, most wear the robes or light clothes of wizardry. Few wear armor or carry anything heavier than a longsword, while staves and daggers are common. The people go abou - a few walk, many fly, others simply blink from place to place in mere moments.  Others yet make single steps that consume entire blocks of distance, as if reality were an artist's clay to stretch and distort.

Lights - will o' the wisps, perhaps? Multicolored globes of light drift in the sky above the city, shedding faint light of every color, consumed by the brighter lights of the lamps. They drift about aimlessly, a great sea of them below the night sky.

In time Canderella comes out of a small tavern. "I know where the salon is," she says, "We're on the wrong side of town, we'll need to teleport over or go to a way station to get there. The distance is close and yet far - half a city over and a world distant, as the mages within say."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Everyone together. I can teleport us to where we need to go."

Surraruthru waits until everyone is situated to teleport them with his boots.

[Yuthirin]

"Group hug!" Calleigh cries.

[Anastasia]

As you do, "Aim for Sandaras Avenue," Canderella adds.

In a blink you're there - an avenue much like the others you've seen, nothing immediately standing out. The magic in the air is just as thick and intoxicating as it was before.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Thank you for guiding us this far Canderella. Your help has been invaluable already. I may be inspired to recruit a Succubus retainer."