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[22:32] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+11 Moore
[22:32] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 29 > [d20=18]

[Anastasia]

It's a blur. You rush through the portal, frantic and desperate...

As you do, the light of Chronias engulfing you like a forgotten parent, you hear the roar of Orcus in the distance. In that roar, your name echos a thousand times, like a curse made real.

....beach.

....water.

....light.

You can barely move, but a sense of relief fills you.

[Nephrite]

He certainly owes Lixer a drink.

...

...

...Hopefully no one heard him think that.

...Thinking is way too hard right now... a nap sounds good.

[Anastasia]

Rest.

Sleep.

The gentle snoring of a dog.

That's what stirs you at last, your bed soft and warm. Wood is curled up at the foot of your bed, fast asleep.

[Nephrite]

Moore opens one eye... then another.

Did he... make it back?

He blinks a few times as he starts to slowly get his bearings straight, but he takes a moment to just lay in bed and stare at the roof.

It could've been so much worse for all of them.

[Anastasia]

You breathe in and out.

Unless this is a cruel dream or a dying delusion...you're home.

Wood stirs and stretches, yawning and sitting up to regard you.

[Nephrite]

"Hi, Wood." Moore says with a weak smile.

Weak?

He flexes his fingers a small bit -- has all that been cured?

Basically looking to see if his negative levels are gone, which I assume they are.

"Sorry to worry you." He says as he moves to get out of bed.

[Anastasia]

The negative levels are not gone.

You feel tired, but you are able to do that much.

"Oh!" Grias calls as the door opens, "You're awake!"

[Nephrite]

"Hi, Grias." Moore says rather weakly. "How long have I been here for?"

[Anastasia]

"Over a day. You're stable for now, at least in the light of Chronias here," Grias says, "That's what Jetina says, but her own magic isn't strong enough to reverse what ..ah...O...Orcus did to you." Slumping in the air, "Kaja's sedated as well, his mind hasn't recovered yet, but Jetina's has."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "I imagined as much." He says with a smile.

"We all got out safely... well, in essence, anyway." He pats his mouth to stifle a yawn. "We may have to ask for some stronger intervention to undo this, do you know if anyone's been contacted yet?"

[Anastasia]

"Cresiel and Jetina have been handling that," Grias says, "Oh, here," A tray of food flies over to your bed, "Eat and lay down, I'll have them come to you."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Thanks, Grias. Oh -- can you do me a favor? Can you see if you can find a way to make this room modular? I sometimes need to see people here and it'd be nice if the room could always be just the right size for whoever, or however many people I have."

A smile after that as he lean over the food to start eating. At least he can do that much...

[Anastasia]

It's soup and a side of honey, as well as a cup of water.

Grias pauses, "Mod..ular? A room? That would need to be magic," he says, "I'll ask a mage, they'll know better."

[Nephrite]

"It just means that the room can be any size it wants." Moore says with a smile. "If it's easier, just make the room larger for now." He says with a wave of his hand as if it were just that easy.

He will slowly start to eat the soup!