Crushed Slavers

[Anastasia]

Amaryl has Supreme Init and he doesn't, so no roll for her.

> roll 1d20+18 Omni
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+18 Omni --> [ 1d20=14 ]{32}
> roll 1d20+26
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+26 --> [ 1d20=11 ]{37}

Whoops, forgot to include his various bonuses, so 14 more for Eblis.

Init is Amaryl (Kobot Free) > Eblis (51) > Seira (34) > Omni (32)

"What...?" Amaryl breathes out in elven, looking up.

Eblis flies there, body a burning blaze of magma and fury. A sword of flames is in his hands, roaring loud as his voice. He is tense, ready to swoop down.

'Did you hear that, Seira? How do we win if we can't defeat him with strength?'

Amaryl's actions depend on your reply here.

[Corwin]

Oh good, you're here! A little birdy whispered to me that the heavens are staunchly refusing to weep, and that they haven't given up on you. Unbelievable, right? But true!

To Amaryl, Seira thinks, 'It's a logical fallacy, we don't have to defeat or even fight him. Just Wish the three of us home and be done with this pointless fight.'

[Anastasia]

'Let's, if we can't win the battle.'
Do not rage, my son. Are they not the same as you, rising higher to become what they wish? Yet you chase them away again.
A moment of silence after your words, a chance for Amaryl.
How much has your pride and anger cost you? How much have you lost? How little are the wages of your sin?
Amaryl weaves words of magic together faster than you can hear, reality beginning to shift.
How lonely are you now that you chase away another in wroth? Is any of this worth it? Do you rage of slighted pride because they defy you, or because they are happier than you?
As this fades and the Cauldron takes your vision, you catch one last glimpse of Eblis. A flinch, a moment of sorrow glimpsed just as you flee. Then you are back, safe at home once more.

[Corwin]

Seira shakes her head slowly. "I just don't know what's up with Eblis. Why did he even have us ambushed? Our last serious contact was two decades ago!"

[Anastasia]

"I don't think it was about us," Amaryl finally says, "Didn't Zaaman Rul mention he was involved in the Sultan's discussions about all of this? He may be taking the field to aid the Grand Sultan. As for the voice, I don't know about that, but it seemed to be about them, not us."

[Corwin]

"I'll just have Sanzha protest to the Sultan. If we've crossed an actual law on Fire, I'll eat my hat." Seira blinks. "A replica of my hat, but still! Anyway, let's sort out what we got and wait for the others to return?"

Her avatar is monitoring the other teams, and will draw the two of them in should the need exist.

"Also, Omni, how did you like your first trip to an Inner Plane?"

[Anastasia]

"We did break in and rob them," Amaryl points out, "Ill gotten gains, but still."

Omni considers, "It needed more water," he finally says.

[Corwin]

'If there's anything we learned from Zaaman Rul's intelligence, Amaryl, is that there is no cohesive 'them' here. Certainly, the Sultan is supposed to provide security, on paper. Yet in their corrupt nation, the authorities look away when the right bribes have been paid, or when it is politically convenient. Even if it were the Sultan's choice to strike at us over business owners not even native to Fire nor working for him, why would he indebt himself to Eblis, an independent with no allegiance to him?'

[Anastasia]

Amaryl takes 10 on relevant K:P checks.

"Because they're...friends?" She frowns, "Or at least seem to get along. Or for politics or other reasons. It makes more sense than Eblis choosing now to attack us at just the wrong time."

[Corwin]

"I suppose we'll have to wait and see," Seira tells Amaryl, before asking Omni, "Would you like to visit Water next?"

I'm interested in seeing what we have, which is OOC. IC-wise, I'd like to hear from the other teams once they return and take things from there.

[Anastasia]

Do you want me to do the loot post first or do IC stuff first? Up to you.

[Corwin]

Loot should be quick enough.

[Anastasia]

Posted. Let me know if you're good to move along to IC.

[Corwin]

Let's move on!

[Anastasia]

You meet with Kascha, Donald and Elle.

Kascha is still battle stained, bloodstained and constantly moving and flexing her left arm.

Donald is pristine though he smells of sweat and blood, sitting heavily down. "Good fight," he says to no one in particular.

Elle is likewise pristine, and with a gesture she cleanses Kascha. Strutting in, "That was a good time," she agrees, "How did your end go, Seira?"