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[Nephrite]

"Trust me, I'm aware of the fact that I somehow owe a debt to Lixer, of all people." Moore says.

A shake of his head afterwards. "It's a place that we will go one day, if only to burn it to the ground with the light of the pure."

[Anastasia]

Jetina nods slightly, "Alright. Moore....just be careful, please. With what we know..." Letting it go at that, "I'll have your transportation ready soon."

[Nephrite]

"I know." Moore affirms.

With that, he settles in to wait.

[Anastasia]

It's not long - your transport is a carriage, forged of golden metal and pulled by a team of winged pegasi. No driver is here, and as you take it in, one of the horses turns, "Duke," it says in flawless Celestial, "We will take you to Mertion as commanded."

[Nephrite]

"You probably get this a lot," Moore says with a small smile and a laugh as he goes to get inside. "This is... more than I was expecting."

[Anastasia]

"We guarantee safe passage, including magic wrought by Ilmater's touch to protect the ill," The pegasus says, "Duke, my name is Stefares. We will not let you down."

Within is a comfortable set of seats, cushioned. The windows let in plenty of light as you get comfortable, Jetina sitting next to you. You look up, a moment of dizziness hitting you in lieu of anything else.

[Nephrite]

"I have no doubts about that. Thank you, Stefares." Moore says as he steps in to sit down, stumbling for a moment as he lands on the seat with less grace than he originally intended.

[Anastasia]

Gimme a Fort save.

[Nephrite]

[22:47] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+45 fort
[22:47] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 64 > [d20=19]

[Anastasia]

You cling to awareness, drained for sure but not passing out. The ride is smooth, the light of Chronias bright. Yet you feel tired, fading away, the world trying to go dim, dark - yet the light is persistent, banishing the gray each time.

[Nephrite]

Moore takes in slow but sure breaths as they go. He focuses entirely on his own breathing, doing his best to stay as conscious as possible.

Thank you, Lord Zaphkiel.

[Anastasia]

Jetina's hand rests on your shoulder. "Breathe," she murmurs, "Like that. Don't strain yourself at all."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "I'm... glad we're here, I think there were more effects to this than I realized." He says.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

[Anastasia]

Your eyes droop and it's hard to focus. Fragments of spells drift in your mind, like shattered glass floating on the surface of the ocean.

You drift. You breathe.

The light from above sustains you, keeping the world real, keeping it alive.

"Moore," Jetina's voice, gently shaking you from a revere you weren't aware you took. "We're here."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Thank you." He says both to her and to their driver.

He slowly -- wearily, steps out and flies, dipping and sagging a small bit as he does, but manages to maintain himself.