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[Nephrite]

"It was to prove a point." Moore says, his voice a bit hoarse. "I wanted to show you something you hadn't seen before. Also to show that it only works on evil things. By the way, the spell was a stronger version of Improvisation." He adds.

"Look, I can't beat you, I know that. I'm not a fighter. I surround myself with allies because I'm weak by myself. That doesn't mean that I'm weak, though... it means I know how strong my allies are. It also doesn't mean I've given up." He just shakes his head at that.

"If you're going to kill me, you should probably know about the guy-who-I'm-pretty-sure-is-a-lich that gave me the map to get here who's still living where you came from." Moore adds, not making any movements except to fly in place. "That's the only way I found my way back here."


Since there's so much talking I am assuming this takes his standard action. Even if it doesn't, he's not making any other moves.

[Anastasia]

"I surround myself with allies because no one can stand alone." Makim finally speaks after a few moment's consideration, "I hate killing. I've done enough for my lifetime a dozen times over and in the end, it never solves anything meaningful. All it does is fill up the graveyards and makes widows." His expression is controlled, emotionless. "But if the road to my freedom must be awash in blood, then I shall kill enough to make a demon green with envy."

[Nephrite]

Moore takes a breath.

"What is it you want to be free from?" Moore asks. "I mean, besides me. Unless that's it."

[Anastasia]

"Right now? You." Makim says and...

Round was lost in talking. Your go again.

[Nephrite]

Moore takes a breath again.

"You know, I never broke my promise when I came here originally. The one who helped me made me promise to never tell anyone about this place. I never did." Moore says. "If you want to be left alone for the rest of eternity, then by all means, I'll go and never come back. You can even just erase the memories of Prince and Prosperity to be fully rid of my influence. Regardless, I don't regret coming here and meeting you. It's good to see the other side of the spectrum and to have a good argument."

A pause, a beat.

"I never thought of my words like a poison. Poisons hurt people, you know? But they're like your children, aren't they? No wonder you want to protect them. But all children grow up, even us fey." Moore adds with a sad smile.

"Well, come on, if your heart isn't in this then we're never going to get anywhere." Moore says, flying amidst the acid clouds.

[Anastasia]

That your turn, Moore?

[Nephrite]

Yes, just more talking. No readied actions or anything like that.

[Anastasia]

"Enough." Makim utters one word, and suddenly iron surrounds Moore from all angles, slamming into him like a tomb's door.

> roll 1d20+59 AC?
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 64 > [d20=5]

AC, Moore?

[Nephrite]

76 by my count.

[Anastasia]

Makim then makes a sharp, slashing gesture  as dozens of points of light form behind him. These points of light glow like all the stars in the sky, a sweep of his arm towards you. With nary a sound they all fly out, seeking you with instinctive and unnatural accuracy.

You're eating magic missiles by the boatload. Do you have anything relevant that protects against them besides SR?

[Nephrite]

No, I don't think so. I don't think DR or miss chance works on force effects?

[Anastasia]

What's the miss chance from?

[Nephrite]

20% from my cloak.

[Anastasia]

The quilium cloak?

[Nephrite]

Yes, correct.