Zariel

[Anastasia]

Okay Alicia and Seira, go ahead and express your plans, who is there and all of that for the Zariel situation.

[Ebiris]

Okay, we'll go with Alicia, Seira, Antenora, and Sulia? We'll all gate ourselves over to Ilmater's realm and see from there. Alicia can provide the divine spark, Antenora and Seira can do the soul fusion part, and Sulia can keep an eye over everything to make sure it's all working properly, with Ilmater's help if he's around and wants to contribute.

[Anastasia]

Okay. Seira?

[Corwin]

Agreed! Let's see if someone who also served Torm fairly high up but remained on the right side is interested?

[Anastasia]

Had you lined up anyone like that before or will you just try now?

[Corwin]

If someone suitable has been around Zariel, let's keep them. Otherwise, let's move on.

[Anastasia]

When the four of you appear in the House of the Triad, Ilmater awaits you. His body is broken and bleeding but yet he stands, waiting with infinite patience. "You have it," he says, voice a croak, a grunt as his back audibly snaps, before resetting itself into place.

[Ebiris]

"Yes," Alicia confirms, nodding to Ilmater. "I take it there's been no change... have any come seeking her since we left last time?"

[Anastasia]

"No," Ilmater shakes his head, "None have." Wounds slowly ooze down his arms, sealing back up as you both feel it. A flash of something - a crowd jeering, a bound man being whipped before them. A crackle as his leg bends, another image. A poor, dirty peasant in a smock, lying there and praying, as his broken leg slowly resets, restores itself.

"Then we will heal her, as all deserve," Empress Sulia says, voice soft, a hint of wetness in her eyes.

[Ebiris]

Alicia does her best not to wince. She remembers bringing Saul here when he was unwell... they perhaps didn't realise truly what they were asking when they did. "Yes," she agrees with Sulia. "We have everything we need. So lets heal her, and find out if she can be more than a failed Lord of Hell."

[Corwin]

"Let's do it," Seira agrees, suggesting to Antenora, "We'll draw on our experiences while Alicia infuses the spark into the process?"

[Anastasia]

"Yes," Antenora agrees as well.

Steps. A few steps and you are in the forest again. What is left of Zariel lies here, at rest. In that moment, the light of Chronias shines brighter, and in that flash you see a figure. An angel of light and radiance, a solar with many wings. It kneels before Zariel, cleaning her wounds with a wet cloth.

It is gone in a moment, gone with that flash of light. Zariel awaits you.

"It is good," Ilmater says, shuddering as he burns, as flesh flays and yet he stands, healing. The image of a young woman on the rack, being torn apart, and yet enduring with no injury, before holy light immolates the tormentors around her. "Chronias does not wish to see this one suffer any more."

[Ebiris]

[20:26] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+63 planes, divine insight
[20:26] <Kobot> Ebiris rolled 1d20+63 planes, divine insight --> [ 1d20=19 ]{82}

Do I recognise that solar who was just here?

[Corwin]

Same!

They're not alone! Others share in their goals, which only serves to firm Seira's resolve further.

[Anastasia]

K:P as well, Seira.