Seira's morning glow

[Anastasia]

d100.

[Corwin]

23:02 <Lucille> roll 1d100
23:02 <•Penuche> Lucille invokes Penuche's magic: < 79 > [d100=79]

[Anastasia]

It's not there, but...

"There's potential," Sanzha says, "We just don't have the process worked out yet. But the fundamentals appear sound. Give me some experimentation time and I should be able to work ou ta method, and then perfect it over further time."

[Corwin]

"Please keep at it," Seira requests, before telling Syala, "I have a guest from Celestia. Would you please excuse me while I see what he wants?"

[Anastasia]

"Oh? Who is it?" Syala asks, glancing over, "I've been meaning to catch Romiel if it's him."

[Corwin]

"A Duke of Celestia named Moore, previously of Aurora," Seira responds. "I didn't think you would be interested so I hadn't extended the offer, but you're certainly welcome to come with me."

[Anastasia]

"Mmm. One of Aurora's? I'll come," Syala says, "Just in case."

Moore and Cresiel await in a beautiful room, wrought stone and gingerbread together as Seira and Syala enter.

Go ahead, y'all.

[Corwin]

"Hello," Seira greets the pair.

"Moore, Duke of Celestia, and Cresiel, son of Romiel. Both formerly of Aurora," she then starts on the introductions. "Syala of Sylica, my other guest for the day."

[Anastasia]

Cresiel rises and bows, "It is an honor."

Syala's light surrounds her entire body, cloaking her as she reaches up to brush aside a bit of her white hair. "Well, you aren't one of the ones involved with Ebony's deaths. It's good to meet you, Moore."

[Nephrite]

Moore offers them both a bow. "Lady Seira, Lady Syala."

He withdraws a small package of notes, several sheets of paper and what appears to be a letter by itself on top.

"I had intended to just send a letter and the notes, but since you're present, I'll give this to you directly." Moore says. "This is my research on Calley's blueprint. It seems to point to something related to 21." A small smile after that.

"It would appear there are 777 things -- I know, I know -- that make up this ritual, or whatever it is. I've happened across one, but haven't had much time to devote to the other parts. I wanted to at least bring this to you to help with that particular matter, as I do trust you all to have the best interests of everyone when it comes to the subject of 21." He flies over to offer the actual bundle of notes himself.

"I'm sure you could just magically go through all of them anyway, but something about this feels a bit more... mm... it's a more traditional thing, so it still feels right to me." A laugh after that. "I actually did think of just praying the information to you, but that felt like it was rather inconsiderate."

[Corwin]

"You could offer a prayer and wait for me to glance your way," Seira muses, accepting the information while politely ignoring Syala's beef with Moore and Cresiel. "I haven't exactly been idle, myself."

The sheets of paper and the letter float before her, and Mystra's notes join them as Seira consults both and cross-references things with the copy of Calley's thesis taken from Josa.

It is time! Time to figure out more!

[Anastasia]

"Of course it's 777 pieces," Syala murmurs, "Well, 776 to go at least. I hope she's not waiting on us urgently."

Cresiel stands besides you, letting you talk.

[Anastasia]

Gimme K:A, Seira. Are you letting anyone else read Mystra's notes while you work?

[Nephrite]

"I wouldn't expect any less." Moore says. "I have a feeling it's one of those things that may just not be able to be forced."

A glance to Syala, but no reaction from what she says.

[Corwin]

"Far less than that," Seira murmurs, studying the information.

I don't mind.

23:51 <Lucille> roll 1d20+106 gota, gh, imp, ba
23:51 <•Penuche> Lucille invokes Penuche's magic: < 108 > [d20=2]