Dark Rumblings

[Anastasia]

In here the northern wall that ripples with magical energy to your senses. A powerful illusion is here, of sight and sound. Chairs are all about here, facing the northern wall. The room is otherwise quite large and dimly lit, with a door to the east, a door to the south and doors flanking the edges of the northern wall.

"The Room of Visions," Faram explains quietly, "Where the Dweomerkeeper can program images to show us fantastical things, or show pilgrims Mystra's sermons."

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[Ebiris]

"Impressive," Alicia says as she re-consecrates the room before she tries the door to the East first.

[Anastasia]

"Alicia."

The voice of Mystra is heard as you consecrate the room. Faram kneels instantly, head bowed as the image of Mystra appears on the norther wall. It's far larger than she is in reality. "By and large, the corruption is purged. What remains can now be purified by my will alone." Her gaze turns to the 'loth in Marie's magical grasp, "Do you wish to keep him after finding out what you need from him?"

[Ebiris]

"His insult was against you, Mother of Magic," Alicia returns, looking to the image. "I will gladly surrender him to your judgement."

[Anastasia]

"Then gain from him what you will and I will take him to face judgment." Her tone brooks no defiance, a shudder passing through the fat arcanaloth, even knocked cold.

"Faram," Her voice is gentler now, her hand reaching out from the image, an impossibility. "You are not done in this world yet, but you have earned a taste of what awaits you. Come."

Faram looks up with wide eyes, taking that hand with a fervor, clasping it with both his own. "L-Lady Mystra," he whispers, before the hand gently leads him to the wall, at which point he vanishes.

A moment later there is a moment of near-absolute light. It lasts but a second, a sense of peace and serenity returning to Icerime.

[Ebiris]

"Good show both of you," Alicia smiles at Marie and Ebony. "Lets go back to Sylica then you can both return to your prior assignments, Syala can meet her new project," a look at the dog, "And  I'll find out my next move from this thing," she gestures at the arcanaloth before leading them back outside so they can fly clear of the dimensional interdiction - Marie will make another grasping hand to carry the dog if it can't fly - before gating back to Sylica.

[Anastasia]

Done and done. Ah, home.

Where do you appear in Sylica? It may matter a bit.

[Ebiris]

Someplace wild where Syala or her avatar can be waiting to take the dog off our hands - Alicia will have told her to expect our coming. Similarly Naeys will be asked to make himself handy to mind probe the arcanaloth.

[Anastasia]

It is a wide open, sunny beach that you appear on. A shoreline and not an island, plains ahead past it. Syala is here, the canine whimpering louder. Syala comes right up to it, grabs it by the jaw and looks into its eyes. More whimpering before it ducks its head to her.

"There," Syala says, "You understand your position." Looking up, "Fiend blood, artificially added. I can solve that. I think he's a sweet dog if you remove that."

Meanwhile Naeys steps up to you from the side, "I am ready, Alicia. I've prepared a new spell for just such an occasion."

[Ebiris]

"Good, both of you," she smiles. "Marie, Ebony, you can linger a bit. After we've settled the arcanaloth I'll work out the value of its belongings and that of the things you grabbed, Ebony, so we can split it fairly."

"Works for me, I bet it's mostly unholy stuff anyway," Marie says as her clenched fist lowers the comatose fiend onto the sand and then dissipates.

[Anastasia]

Naeys nods, "I call it Naeys' Mind Theater," he declares, slowly pacing around the 'loth, beginning to chant. In between he asks, "If you would provide a Mind Fog around him, it will make this easier for everyone."

[Ebiris]

"Stand back everyone," Alicia asks, altering reality to manifest a will-sapping grey mist around the fallen fiend.

Alter reality for that. DC 29 or 39 depending on if alter reality uses normal SLA DCs or divine SLA DCs.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+23
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20+23 --> [ 1d20=20 ]{43}

Alas on the mind fog.

> roll 1d20+23
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20+23 --> [ 1d20=17 ]{40}

Yet both that and Naeys' casting rolls off of him. A shake of his head, "The problem with enchantments and focused divinations, but I memorized it several times. Again."

> roll 1d20+23
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20+23 --> [ 1d20=18 ]{41}
> roll 1d20+23
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20+23 --> [ 1d20=10 ]{33}

The third time is the charm, Naeys pausing his casting. "It's done. I can ask him a question, see his memories in response and project them as an image for all to see."

[Ebiris]

"Ask where Allema took the Warrior's Spelltome?" Alicia requests.

[Anastasia]

An image of a sink hole, a place in broken and dead earth. A fortress hidden below, hidden in shadows, rife with death and flows of unlife and fire merged together. Yet ice also stands side by side with the fire, unmelting. You can hear the crackle of flame, smell the scent of brimstone and death. A clammy, thin fog blows over it, and you can feel the moisture clinging to your body.

Ebony shakes her head at it as Naeys narrates, "Sunken Watch, Allema's hideaway. It's in Niflheim of the Gray Wastes."