War

[Anastasia]

Okay, cool. Anything else you want to talk to him about?

[Nephrite]

Nope, we're all good here.

[Anastasia]

Then go and good fortune in your war, Moore.

[Nephrite]

"I look forward to seeing your representative soon, Lord Crystalle." Moore says with a bow, before he Greater Plane Shifts everyone back to Hope's Landing!

[Anastasia]

Thus you return and...

Anything else to do immediately?

[Nephrite]

Nothing immediate, since we were only told to contact Crystalle. I'll wait to hear back from Melia and/or get further orders from On High.

[Anastasia]

Okay, in that case I'm going to pause you pending next session, because a lot of what happens next needs to sort out that realm system and some other things.

[Anastasia]

You are resting, preparing.

Go. Gather yourself, Jetina and Kaja. A portal will appear, you are needed to help repel an attack. The efreeti are not content to sit by and wait.

[Nephrite]

Did the other two already hear this, or...?

It doesn't matter, either way, Moore goes to find Jetina and Kaja! Hopefully they have a bit of time for some preparatory spells, but even if not...!

[Anastasia]

You rush out, finding Jetina and Kaja hurrying along.

"We have our orders," Kaja bares his teeth, "Shall we execute them?"

As you talk a portal appears, swirling and silvery.

"Do we have time to prepare ourselves?" Jetina asks. "It sounded urgent."

[Nephrite]

"We can stop time to prepare if we need to." Moore says. "Go!"

In they go, wasting no time!

[Anastasia]

Go ahead and give me Fort saves before anything else.

[Nephrite]

[15:14] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+42 mettle
[15:14] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 54 > [d20=12]

+2 if that's caused by anything ~evil~

[Anastasia]

<Nephrite> roll 1d20+42 mettle
<Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 54 > [d20=12]
> roll 1d20+29 Kaja
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 35 > [d20=6]
> roll 1d20+40 Jetina
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 59 > [d20=19]

War.

Hell is before you.

Before you the beaches of Lunia are torn open, efreet pouring in. Portals, so many of them, all ringing a vast portal far away, hundreds of feet wide and tall. From these portals glimpses of Fire can be seen, efreet and soldiers gushing in. Here war is made - efreet columns face down archon legions, flying warriors facing angelic defenders. Fire flashes as holy power shines down, the light of Chronias almost blinding from above. You stand on a cliff perhaps 30ft above the beach level, seeing the carnage, seeing the war. Fire wars with light, the conflict reaching seeming to horizon to horizon.

So many do war - thousands on a glance, surely vastly more about, amid this breech.

Before you is Barachiel.

"I have little time," he says, "Attempt to scythe through, reach portals and close them. Blunt this attack."

Then he is gone, as if he never was.

[Nephrite]

"You heard him." Moore says. He raises a fist and points down. "You'll get your efreet blood today, Kaja!"