Landing at Hope

Started by Anastasia, January 23, 2019, 12:54:06 PM

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Anastasia

Anything else to do today or going to move to tomorrow, assuming no interrupts?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Let's move to the next day.

Anastasia

<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

[22:00] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[22:00] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 35 > [d100=35]

Anastasia

The next morning over a simple breakfast, "Sir Moore," Grias reports, "We have intelligence reports about the war. It's all reprisals across the planes right now, no serious action on Fire or Celestia. Though...Intelligence suggests Baator is officially joining the battle, as well as the possibility of several reinforcements from yugoloths. The reasoning why isn't clear, nor is it confirmed."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"I'm sure they want any chance they can get to make a statement about Hell." Moore says with a scoff as he bites into some toast. "Well, that's fine, because I'm sure there will be those that enter the war just to see Hell smashed as well."

Anastasia

"Yes, a few small planar bands have come to Celestia to render aid, and doubtless the efreet gather the same," Grias says, "It only makes sense...and that's what the information report said. So! Will you be staying here or going out today?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Remind me, were we still instructed to stay in Celestia by Barachiel? I can't remember if that was still A Thing.

Anastasia

Worth clarifying.

"Oh, and Moore, here," Grias says, levitating over a scroll. "It's from Lord Barachiel."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Thank you." He says as he reads the scroll!

Anastasia

It is orders. You are to remain in Celestia and ready for battle, though you may petition Lord Barachiel or Lord Erathaol to leave. Permission will be granted depending on the situation.

That's what it says when stripped of everything else, anyway.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore will then use his new Sending Crystal ... he really needs to come up with a fancier name for it... to contact Erathaol!

'Lord Erathaol. I have come into some knowledge of the location of an artifact known as Temman's Wheel. I would like to begin recovering the pieces in earnest. If there's something pressing you think would require us, it can wait. My first stop was to be to Lord Crystalle of Mineral in hopes of gaining more information on the piece in Earth.'

Anastasia

The answer is simple.

'Go.'

Being a connected, elite agent has its perks. As does having the ear of one of the Hebdomad.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

'You have my thanks.' Moore says. He also knows that if he's needed, a portal will likely just open up in front of him.

He goes to collect the others to explain the plan!

The plan is pretty simple!

We're going to all go see Crystalle and go together in case some stupid assholes try and jump us.

No prep needed for this except Moore's regular assortment of spells which include Mind Blank on himself.

Anastasia

The return to Mineral is peaceful. There are no obstacles for you to come forth, an audience granted to you without any great difficulty. Yet there is another there - an angel with two wings, clad in armor of silver, or perhaps mithral. "Then I will take your leave, for Duke Moore arrives," he declares, hair a soft white, matching his wings. His expression is serious, bowing to you, "Duke," he says, "To victory."

"Victory," Cresiel says, quietly.

"Travel well," Xandra bids.

Kaja just looks around, takes it in, fingers occasionally twitching but no more.

"Thank you, Lord Crystalle," Jetina steps forward.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?