Seira's morning glow

[Anastasia]

"That is the problem," Lathander agrees, "Kossuth and friends follow their own agenda - and likely their own commands from the Incarnations, ones they have not shared with us."

"Kossuth was more like a well spoken elemental," Amaryl adds in here, "We saw him recently. He wasn't unpleasant, but he was focused on what there was to do and Fire."

[Corwin]

"At least it should mean that if I want to take Fire into the opposite direction, Kossuth should be fine with it. It's still Fire, after all."

[Anastasia]

"See, that's why I like you! That's some good reasoning, that sounds like a great idea!" Lathander seconds it, "Especially if he won't get as touchy about you interfering as he does when I interfere on Fire."

[Corwin]

"Thanks! And I like you for way more reasons than being able to ask you advice on Goldenfire~"

[Anastasia]

Lathander reaches out and musses your hair and that, "Speaking of reasons to like you, what did you bring for lunch? Say, are you sure you don't want to move to an outer plane? I could make room for the Cauldron in the House of Nature."

[Corwin]

"Thanks, but I got used to Astral," Seira responds, holding out her hand as a picnic basket appears in it. "When Vayley heard I was going on a trip here, she gave me a bit more than the cheese. There's sandwiches and some nice wine she swears will go very nicely with them."

[Anastasia]

Lathander starts to say something but pauses. "I'll be back, someone's trying to assassinate one of my proxies." Then Lathander is gone, a nearly blinding flash of sunlight in his wake.

Amaryl blinks her eyes clear and says, "It must be a serious effort if he personally went to deal with it."

[Corwin]

Seira flexes her power to try and find out who and where would do that.

Let's Miracle it to see if I can help out!

[Anastasia]

Are you trying to mimic any real spell here or merely using alter reality?

[Corwin]

I'm not sure what divination will work here or how they work off my own power if I'm not consciously aware of them. So just fishing with either Miracle SLA or Alter Reality, whichever does the job.

[Anastasia]

You see it. A great tower of stone engraved with runes. Inside. Glowing red light. Malice. "GET AWAY!" A woman's scream. Menace, a chill that chills you to your bones.

The impact of a mace of sheer radiant sunlight against a ranseur thick with ice. "Explain yourself, Mephisto!" Lathander demands, "This one is mine!"

[Corwin]

The two spells that Seira only uses in preparation for immediate combat are cast upon she and Amaryl in a flash, and Seira extends her hand towards her wife. "Lathander's proxy is in danger from Mephistopheles on Ice, I'm going to keep her safe while he takes care of business. Coming?"

If Amaryl takes her hand, Seira will transport the two of them into flanking positions of the proxy. Otherwise, she'll just have to go on her own!

[Anastasia]

Amaryl gasps, "You think I'd leave you behind?!" she says, taking your hand.

[Corwin]

And they're off! Lathander was able to get there, and Seira can only try to follow him. Worst case, if the area is locked by Mephisto's direct intervention, she could distract him at a key moment and give Lathander a better chance.

[Anastasia]

It is the morning light that vanquishes the horrible night. Lathander is as the sun itself, bleaching everything in the tower bright white, save for the devil before you. 50ft away is Mephistopheles - a cold figure, clean shaven. He has long horns jutting from his forehead, ice blue eyes already on the three of you. He wears elaborate, flowing robes of white studded with gemstones - surely diamonds, Seira can tell. A ranseur is on one slender hand, his hand and his exposed face a blue so dark as to border being black. The sunlight stops within about 9ft of him, dissolving into a chill mist that slowly spreads across the room.

"Seira Aryn," His voice is soft, little more than a whisper. "Amaryl Gaial." Frost-laden smoke escapes his mouth when he speaks, hanging heavy in the air.