Island raiser

[Anastasia]

Try again, I think you mangled the formatting, Iddy.

[Iron Dragoon]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+44 : 14 + 44, total 58[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

You believe this may be a visitation from Queen Morwel of the Court of Stars. It matches her.

[Iron Dragoon]

"... You are Queen Morwel. Forgive me for not recognizing you immediately. My... method of transport here seems to left me a bit out of sorts."

Alyssa tries to recall the proper manners for the Court of the Stars, if she's read anything on it, and tries to rise with as much poise as she can manage to make the proper curtsies and introduction.

[Anastasia]

Your mind is hazy, slipping.

"There is nothing to forgive," Her voice is flawless, drawing you in, a beautiful thing. "For I came to you."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa inclines her head. "Thank you for the honor. I appreciate your time, Queen Morwel. Though a little warning would have been... Beneficial. I was with my father and I apparently just passed out. There's likely a bit of a panic happening."

[Anastasia]

"Yes, a new servant erred. You have my apologies," the Queen says, gracefully.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Would you be able to get a message to them?"

[Anastasia]

"It is done," Queen Morwel says. "Now," The forest grows hazier around you, drifting, her voice far away, "What is it you wish to speak of?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"I wished to speak to you about a sort of trade deal, with hopes of developing into an alliance. I'd like to trade access to our libraries to start."

[Anastasia]

You sit in a desert now, hazy and far away. The sun is shining hot, the forest gone. Queen Morwel is around you, drifting in your vision seemingly, unable to focus on her.

"Tell me more, Alyssa."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Lore is a valuable commodity. We've developed an extensive library and our own magic and lore. We have branches for every school of magic. We have studied and developed magic based on our spell pool. You, on the other hand, have a different and deeper connection to magic and understanding that we don't."

[Anastasia]

The desert winds blow gently around you, the sand like the caress of a forgotten lover. You drift amid it as the Queen chuckles, "Many come to us, asking for aid, and we are inclined to grant it when possible."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Aid... Is not exactly what I'm asking for. I want a partnership. I want to offer you equity."

[Anastasia]

The laughter is that of gentleness and warmth, the most beautiful thing you have heard in your life. "Then go on, tell me more."