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Started by Anastasia, January 03, 2018, 12:56:45 PM

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Anastasia

"Uh huh," The archons ays.
<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?

Ebiris

"May I see it?" she asks, holding out a hand.

Anastasia

The scroll is dropped in your tiny pixie hands, as requested.
<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?

Ebiris

Real thrilling play by play here.

Afina unfurls the scroll and peruses it with her pixie eyes!

Anastasia

Absolutely captivating.

You read that Sylica has successfully taken the Elven Tree and disrupted a diabolical attempt to use it as a proverbial lightning rod, annihilating Sylica's forces with unholy energies. Intelligence indicates that if positions can't be held, destruction is preferable. This comes from several interrogated prisoners of war.
<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?

Ebiris

#410
This all seems to pertain to Sylica, and he even mentioned Antenora before... but he also... "Didn't you say you were from the Cauldron? This all relates to Sylica's forces," she says, looking up after she's had a read.

"Elena, get me some parchment and something to write with?" Afina asks so she can draft a reply. "I'll have a reply for you to take back to your commander shortly if you can wait."

'Hanna, how goes rooting out the enemy below the Throne?' she asks telepathically.

Anastasia

Whoops, honest typo. Fixing.
<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?

Anastasia

Fixed. Go ahead and strike your last line and reply differently.
<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?

Anastasia

'Well,' Hanna replies. 'We're making further progress and the quiet is giving us a chance to focus on it.'
<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?

Ebiris

Afina drafts a summary of their own efforts, covering Tiamat's avatar and it being pushed back by the intercession of friendly deities, the portal/utterdark/teleporting undead swarm tactic, and that while they fortify here and root out devils from the tunnels beneath the Throne, they have another force in Gar Malleos that recently engaged a reasonable facsimile of Levistus and are expecting to find the last two traitors there. Furling it up she hands it to the patient lantern archon. "Return that to your commander, and good luck."

Anastasia

Afina quickly gets the scroll together. The archon takes it and bobs in the air, "Thank you! Celestia watch over you and Saint Alicia too! The Dragon Princess too, and Mystra's nice so ask for her aid, and Azuth wasn't mean to me when he visited, so he'd help too! Plus Sharess is really cute and fun when she comes over, and everyone gets to be cats, it's great, so ask her for help too!"
<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?

Ebiris

Afina looks to see if 27's anywhere in sight after that last deific invocation.

They all miss Ithea.

Anastasia

27 is lingering near some of the catfolk, and is looking Afina's way. He gives her a solemn nod.

Meanwhile, Moore's rest is disturbed by a light tapping on his door.
<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 rolls once or twice... ah, that was a good nap. But no rest for the wicked.

He pulls himself together and Prestidigitations his clothes and hair back into a not-ruffled state as he opens the door.

Anastasia

At the door is Morniel. "Are you unwell," he asks, "Or resting?"
<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?