Elemental Movements

[Nephrite]

"It does seem like obvious bait." Moore says. "Or overconfidence. We can't discount that he's been captured and is being used. Of course, if that's the case he may be dead already. Okay. My plan will be to send Melia to investigate. She may have more contacts than I do at my disposal." Moore says.

He does withdraw a piece of paper with some notes on it. "Ah, just for the record, none of you are to leave here to go anywhere without an escort from now on. I know that may be obvious, but considering the brazenness of others thus far, I do not even trust going anywhere in Celestia alone right now." A small smile follows his serious warning as he continues.

"I know we all travel together usually anyway, so it's a bit of a moot point. Speaking of, I am going to try and find more information on something I came across in those books -- It's something called Temman's Wheel. It apparently allows for unrestricted dimensional travel, overcoming even things that block it."

[Anastasia]

Amid murmurs of agreement, "Temman's Wheel?" Jetina asks, "I've never heard of it. Though that doesn't say all that much."

Cresiel bows his head a moment, picking up his hammer. "As you command," he says. After a breath, "Moore, do you believe us in danger even here?"

[Nephrite]

There's a moment of hesitation where it looks like he's about to say no.

"I'm afraid so. It was not so long ago that Romiel was attacked in the middle of his own fortress, after all." Moore says. "I don't know what the ultimate solution for that is, though. I do not wish for us to simply ask to have this base moved to Jovar out of fear."

[Anastasia]

Cresiel closes his eyes for several seconds, perhaps seven. He exhales after and then says, "Then we need more powerful warriors here. I believe mother qualifies, and if I personally invite her, she will stay indefinitely."

[Nephrite]

"I don't disagree with you about your mother, but I think her talents may be wasted simply staying here to keep an eye on the place while we gallivant around." Moore says with a sincere smile. "I won't stop you from asking her, but I think I can simply petition Lord Erathaol for that sort of aid, as well as perhaps improvements to be made to this fortress to better protect us. I can borrow some of Aurora's ideas." He adds with a sly smile.

[Anastasia]

"Do so," Cresiel says, "We can send her away later if she is not required."

Kaja looks up, smiling, "Lady Villisa is returning? Finally!"

Jetina clears her throat, "Alright, healer's instructions are here: Bed rest, starting now." Rising, Jetina takes Kaja by the shoulder, "Now."

[Nephrite]

Moore covers his mouth to hide a grin. "Xandra, would you accompany me to Xiranthador please? I'd rather be polite and ask in person than through an indirect means like prayer."

[Anastasia]

"I feel better now," Kaja insists as Jetina drags him along, "Hope is a powerful medicine!"

Xandra watches them go before she adds, "Gladly." One word says it all as Cresiel steps out, "It seems events here will be getting more and more interesting."

[Nephrite]

Moore chuckles as he starts to fly up!

Which is weird, because it's in a lake in Venya, but still...

Obviously, intent is to fly up to Venya then... down?? into Xiranthador!

[Anastasia]

d100 real quick, +7 modifier.

[Nephrite]

[12:04] <Nephrite> roll 1d100+7
[12:04] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d100+7 --> [ 1d100=93 ]{100}

just... lol

[Anastasia]

You fly up.

You fly up.

Your gaze is fixed to the light above.

My opponent is ever ready and every prideful, yet twisted as a knot.

The letter was not a message for you alone, Moore. He knew well he would not claim your soul while you reside here.

[Nephrite]

Moore slows down as he continues along. He glances over at Xandra, then back up.

"Why, then...?" He murmurs to himself.

Ah... it was to send a message, proverbially and literally, to... hmph.


He takes in a deep breath as resolve settles in and he resumes flying along.

[Anastasia]

"Ah. Another reminder that diplomacy takes many forms," Xandra says when you glance at her.

[Nephrite]

Moore lets out a quiet bark at that.

"Yes, how better to say 'we want to kill you' than to send something like that?" He asks. "Or better yet, to show someone your intentions and your plans."

He shakes his head.

"They will see the truth, in time."