Lucy's magnificent rod (Lucy)

[Corwin]

"This is perfectly fine," Lucy responds with a bright, answering smile. "In fact, please give me a few moments to devise a quick spell to assist!"

And she finds a convenient bulkhead to lean against where she wouldn't get into anyone's way before slipping into meditation. Drawing a Wish from Spellpool would just have to do. It would be a crude solution to such a problem, but there regretfully isn't any time for more. Perhaps she should also devise a more efficient method for coordinating mental conversations for those who never trained for such before? She'll float the idea to the Elder Magi once this crisis has blown over.

It will take me two rounds to figure out the wording and draw on Spellpool, so let me know when I can cast.

[Anastasia]

Go ahead and go for it, you're pausing a few after this in case it matters, though.

[Corwin]

"I'm ready!" Lucy chirps, the spell drawn successfully from Spellpool and the proper formula prepared in her own quickened mind.

Reaching out for Tepen once she has his permission, she chants, "My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts," as she seeks to emulate the great sage Amea and sharpen the Elder Magi's thought processes by letting him run off her own mind. As per his request, she wouldn't join the conversation but even if the Wish only manages a doubled capacity for conversation and a heightened concentration for Tepen it would be a net benefit!

Seeking to only give Tepen increased 'mental partitions' for telepathy and a concentration bonus on the Amea model, but not quite spell concentration. Hopefully it would give Int +1 and Concentration +20, but even reduced numbers would work.

[Anastasia]

Tepen nods after the spell, "Thank you," he replies, and then a period of silence. "Damnation. Something is blocking our communications."

[Corwin]

"What might it be?" Lucy wonders, trying not to sag tiredly in public and failing. "A spell to divert conversations, or an interdiction?"

10 for K:A 60. +15 to Tepen's check, if he wants to figure out how to beat this.

[Anastasia]

"Interdiction," he says, "It's greatly muffling it, but seems far more powerful than typical interdiction. I'm not sure the precise spell, it's probably a unique spell a particular devil came up with."

[Corwin]

"In that case, why not overpower it?" Lucy suggests. "Channel a Wish into strengthening your connection and countering this block. If there ever was a time when doing so was safe, it is surely now."

[Anastasia]

"It's a last resort," Tepen admits, "But I fear it may be needed now. I..."

Quick Diplo check.

[Corwin]

"Fortune, Elder Magi," Lucy says with uncharacteristic graveness, "favors the bold."

Taking ten for 70.

[Anastasia]

"...very well," Tepen says, as a blast of air pushes you back, "Mystra, Mother of Magic, untangle this weave to prevent anything tragic!"

> roll 1d20+28 Tepen CL
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 33 > [d20=5]

Tepen stands there after for several long seconds, focusing.

[Corwin]

Lucy offers her full support by being quiet and staying at his side!

[Anastasia]

Finally he says, "They're back on Elysium, but with losses." Tepen rises, color draining. "Are you familiar with Nessian Pit Fiends?"

[Corwin]

Lucy makes a face. "Not intimately, as they are a reclusive lot. But of course, who isn't? Elevated pit fiends from Nessus, which gives them the name, they prefer to strike with their claws and other extremities while shunning more conventional weapons, and supplement that attack routine with their foul innate magic. Particular favorites include Meteor Swarm, which is such a terribly-designed spell, and Hellball, which is reasonably nasty. They prefer to seek close combat despite their other skills, are tough, fast, and train to be the match of... hmm, I haven't had much time for my impressions, but they are the match of an Aurora officer one on one, I would estimate?"

[Anastasia]

'Yes, and they were sent en masse, by the dozens," Elder Magi Tepen's face is grave. "We were fortunate it was not worse."

[Corwin]

"How could it be worse?" Lucy asks curiously.