The assault on Salty Pier

[Anastasia]

The clusters begin to spin together, gathering before your eyes. More and more of them, knotting together. No response to your call.

[Nephrite]

Well, it's easy enough to get back out of here if they need to -- and they're not on a hostile plane.

Moore simply stands there and waits -- though he's ready to cast something if he needs to in order to protect everyone.

[Anastasia]

With Xandra and Jetina flanking you, at the ready, you stand there and wait.

Before you the junk forms a vast face. A face of wood and metal, of rusting iron and splinters of stone. Rings of iron form lips and heavy, impure and foggy crystals serve as eyes. The entire thing hovers in place in spite of all logic as it slowly says, "Give. You. Me."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods, and opens his arms out in the most non-threatening way he can manage.

"Give? What?" Is the question he asks. Hopefully he gets a good answer...

[Anastasia]

"Give. You. Give. You. GIVE. YOU!" The voice is raspy, like iron grinding on stone, and gets louder and louder as it speaks.

"I think it wants you, Moore," Jetina calls, "Literally!"

[Nephrite]

"It sure seems like that." Moore agrees. "...This is the House of Knowledge, right? Maybe it doesn't want me, it wants..." 

He tentatively flies forward a bit, maybe ten feet. "I wonder... You. Want. Magic?" Moore asks. "Knowledge?"

This is either going to work spectacularly or it isn't... so he may as well try!

[Anastasia]

So you're just flying up to it?

[Nephrite]

He's going to get within 20 feet or so of it, hopefully far enough back that he can get away if it just tries to eat him.

[Anastasia]

Are you mind blanked?

[Nephrite]

That's never a good question to answer 'no' to, is it? Thankfully the answer is 'yes.'

[Anastasia]

It rarely is.

The great mass of rubbish watches you but there's no immediate reaction.

[Nephrite]

How does one share knowledge with a great mountain of trash...? Maybe it wants... something shared? Something of his?

"...Hm." Moore reaches into his backpack and takes out a green stone. Well, it isn't -technically- his, but it was a gift...

"Me. Give. Share. Knowledge." Moore says as he gently tosses it towards the ground in front of the mass.


This is the green stone that 27 horked up on him way super long ago, for reference.

[Anastasia]

The stone is taken, brought into the rest of it. For several long seconds there is nothing, before the voice rasps out, "Hanna..." sadly and slowly crumbles, face becoming rubble once more.

[Nephrite]

"...Well I wasn't trying to kill it!" Moore exclaims. "...Now I feel bad!"

[Anastasia]

Xandra takes ten on Spellcraft.

A murmured word and a few moments, "It lives," Xandra says, "The spells are intact, so worry not of that."