A Return

[Corwin]

Seira counters in the best way she knows! As magic is violently suppressed all around her, she focuses her will on parting the hellfire with goldenfire!

Antimagic Zone will deflect all non-deity level magic, and deity-level magic will be countered by my divine rank or my reshaping of the malleable reality, whichever fits here.

I want to see what really happened! And not burn to death if possible.

[Anastasia]

Rank check.

[Corwin]

[21:23] <@Lisa> roll 1d20+1
[21:23] <Rei-chan> Lisa rolled : 1d20+1 --> [ 1d20=19 ]{20}

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+32
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20+32 --> [ 1d20=10 ]{42}

You withdraw. You have no choice. The power is overwhelming, only one power who could do this. The sheer, grand majesty of the Lord of the Ninth.

But it is not for naught. You see one final image as you retreat, one thing that perhaps makes it worthwhile.

An image of Bel rising, defeated and yet not finished off. Instead, another comes. A looming pit fiend, a Nessian so much more than a mere Nessian.

K:P check.

[Corwin]

[21:39] <@Lisa> roll 1d20+52+15+4
[21:39] <Rei-chan> Lisa rolled : 1d20+52+15+4 --> [ 1d20=19 ]{90}

[Anastasia]

The devil that strode through is Aesmadeva, the Grim Fiend. The personal attendant and bodyguard of Asmodeus, as well as the leader of the Ashmaida.

[Corwin]

That's... actually pretty lame, Lixer is a lying liar that lies. Seira tries to see if she can tell what happened with Aesmadeva, but doesn't bother fighting against echoes of Asmodeus's will. If the stolen fragment doesn't develop further, she'll return to the Cauldron and seek out Amaryl.

[Anastasia]

You see a smidge more - just the beginning of the Grim Fiend saying, "So it is-"

That's it.

[Corwin]

Time to return, then! Seira sends herself to her and Amaryl's rooms at the Cauldron before any attempt to look up her wife. She might as well clear the taste of hellfire out with that trip Amaryl keeps wanting to go on.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=41 ]{41}

Huh, that's new. Yoshi's gotten in here and he's curled up on the bed, snoozing away. He's also chewing on one of your pillows, acid having largely destroyed it.

[Corwin]

Seriously? Well, it's not like she was going to sleep any time soon....

Deciding to leave Yoshi to his rest, Seira extends her senses throughout the Cauldron to find Amaryl, transporting herself to just outside the room she would be in.

[Anastasia]

Amaryl is bathing away, soaking deep in warm waters. "Come in," she calls after you knock, "Seira, right?"

[Corwin]

"Shouldn't the order on that be reversed?" Seira asks with a grin, teleporting herself inside. "I've had a change of heart and feel like taking you to Arvandor. We'll see if the Seldarine are still playing coy when we show up in person~"

[Anastasia]

Amaryl is curled up in a bath, a dragon-clawed tub made of white stone, steam rising from the waters. "Mmm," she looks up and yawns, "I mean, I felt you outside. I'm still working," she says. "That sounds lovely, Seira."

[Corwin]

"You're lovely," Seira corrects her, summoning a pillow floating in mid-air to sit on. "And you'll get there pretty soon. It's just a matter of practice."