To war once again (Moore)

[Anastasia]

Feel free to cross post that one, Moore.

'We're working on it,' Sage Vul'lath sends back.

[Anastasia]

As you talk, you see it. A point of light ont he battlefield, shining amid the dark. Sunfire rises from the sunfire purifier, glowing brighter and brighter in the meantime, clashing with the oppressive darkness.

[Nephrite]

Moore clicks his tongue, as there isn't much else he can do right now.

"Keep channeling positive energy, everyone!" Moore shouts.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+34 Mirima (+4 Moore, -10 trickery)
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20+34 Mirima (+4 Moore, -10 trickery) --> [ 1d20=3 ]{37}
> roll 1d20+40 ghosts
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20+40 ghosts --> [ 1d20=16 ]{56}
> roll 1d100 luck
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d100 luck --> [ 1d100=33 ]{33}

Those who can channel energy do so. But it's not enough. The line's crumpling, soldier after soldier falling. Some of those that die twist before your eyes, rising as horrid, screaming ghosts as...

Situation bad. Act, Moore.

[Nephrite]

"Mirima, we can't stay here like this, regardless of our orders! They're killing and turning the soldiers!" Moore shouts. "I think all the spellcasters who can need to just take as many people and plane shift out of here immediately! I can muster something for you and the rest of the Graceful Blow, but staying here is madness!"

Going to wait on her reply before actually doing anything.

[Anastasia]

'Agreed!' Mirima sends back, a single strangled word.

[Nephrite]

"Anyone who can cast Plane Shift, use it immediately and take as many as you can to Elysium! If you can cast Greater Plane Shift, use it to get back to Aurora immediately! Otherwise use Teleport to go there now!" Moore calls out. "If you can only do Plane Shift, then use it and get out of here and we'll come find you!"

His voice still carries 500 feet, so everyone in the immediate vicinity should be able to hear him. How many members of The Graceful Blow are there?

[Anastasia]

Waiting a sec to hash out the time stop of Afina's, since that'll impact this.

[Anastasia]

As you speak, the darkness flickers. The sunfire of the sunfire golem flares and begins to devour through it, spreading throughout the battlefield. The utterdark is destroyed, light returning, burning the spirits. They howl in a discordant agony, retreating away, into the earth, fading away.

"What...?" Mirima breathes, "Did you do that, Moore? Have the golem do that?"

OOC - It was a mix of Afina dispelling shit above and the sunfire pouncing on the weakened utterdark.

[Nephrite]

"It... must've been Afina, she must've dispelled it!" Moore says. He shakes his head. Even still, so many lost...

He turns to Mirima. "We should collect the bodies of who we can and see if there's any way to restore them back on Aurora. I think we also need to rotate back to Aurora from here... we need some fresh forces after all of that."

[Anastasia]

"I agree," she says wearily, issuing the commands.

Now what, Moore?

[Nephrite]

He'll stick with Mirima for right now barring orders to the contrary.

[Anastasia]

Soon enough? 'Pull back, Moore. We're rotating you out to conserve your resources and give you a chance to rest.' Sage Vul'lath says, 'General Gisfal's orders.'

[Nephrite]

'So noted.'

Even so, they're all going to need at least a day's rest soon, but is that even likely to happen?

He will go back as ordered!

[Anastasia]

Returning you to the Lifasa topic.