The Next Step Forward

[Anastasia]

"What?! I'm not...am I mortal now?!" Emily pokes her side rapidfire, "I don't want to get old and die! That can't be it! Did I internalize the powers of the ring somehow?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"I think loss of divinity would have a bit more of a light show than that. Though your second guess is probably a good one, considering the world isn't breaking from you no longer wearing the ring. Any ideas on how to test your divinity?"

[Anastasia]

Emily blushes but quickly says, "I'm not a deity, that's not how it works. I meant I wasn't a spirit. One Mom's a former half elf who became a dragon and then a deity, the other is an elf who has gained celestial and dragon influences." A moment at that, "Every time I list it out, I wonder how planar bloodlines work, but never mind that."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Mmm. Well, I doubt you'll have a problem with dying of old age. I'm sure Seira can grant you immortality. If not, there are spells for it also. Why, it almost sounds the start of a quest there. Anyway, testing it."

[Anastasia]

"Eh, testing what?" Emily asks, looking up at you.

[Iron Dragoon]

"If you're mortal. I imagine you'd feel it. You can test it if you want."

[Anastasia]

Emily tilts her head, "Really, you have a way to check? What is it, a spell?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"You could try dying."

Alyssa holds her straight face for a second before grinning.

"Honestly, I think your family will be able to figure out what happened."

[Anastasia]

"Oh." A sigh follows, "Yes, I suppose I should go meet them now, shouldn't I? I'm going to be in sooooo much trouble."

[Iron Dragoon]

"As I said, take a few to think of what you want to say to them. Structure it."

[Anastasia]

A few moments pass before she says, "Alright, I'm ready," she says, "Let's go meet them."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods and stands.

"Remember, I'm on your side here, and wanting the things you came here for isn't wrong."

[Anastasia]

Thus you go to what's essentially a fancy waiting room of your guild. Rich, fancy and altogether chic, the sort of thing nobles normally enjoy.

Elle Stronger is a woman of perhaps middle age but not quite right there either, a faint agelessness to her that's hard to elaborate. She has long red hair, a bit of curliness to it and is on the slightly tall side. Perhaps it's the influence of the clear draconic blood in her - the occasional scale, the draconic eyes. It gives her a clearly inhuman appearance, despite her robes, sword and spell pouches.

Standing behind her is a female elf. Unremarkable - until the moment you look at her, you feel an overwhelming presence. Her gaze is like a physical thing, her appearance unimportant compared to simply feeling her. She wears plain clothes, not even a weapon on hand - she just watches you coolly, the weight of that gaze more than a barbarian.

Go ahead and intro yourself into this and how you're handling this.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Greetings, ladies. I am Alyssa Songsteel, Regent of the Order. You're here for this wanderer? She's been one of my favores guests."

[Anastasia]

Emily waves, "Hi, Aunt Elle, Uncle Oraga." She slumps a bit, "Nice to run into you here."

"Thank you," Elle says, voice brisk. "Our apologies for Emily dropping in on you like this."