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Started by Anastasia, January 31, 2019, 12:54:36 PM

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Nephrite


Anastasia

These things were once human, perhaps. Over time and ages they lived in the realm of Cryonax, becoming twisted, stunted aberrations, mutated by the cold of that terrible realm. Known as the Ourano, they are servants and scribes to the Prince of Elemental Evil for Ice. While not great in battle without training, they have sharp minds undulled by the cold and a strange metabolism that allows them to devour anything frozen.

They also have the ability to cloud minds and summon winter gales, as well as travel over ice and snow without difficulty.
<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

"Those things are Ourano, they're servants of Cryonax." Moore explains to the others. "They act as his scribes as well -- he must've sent them here to look through the books to find something... but it isn't right to just attack them, even if they are evil. At the same time, I don't know that just letting them look through everything here is wise either."

He considers for a moment. "They're not the ones causing the disturbance outside, but they're likely the reason so much commotion is being made in the first place..." A shake of his head. "Let's see if we can find the leader -- if we can, and we defeat them, it may just get the rest to scatter for now."

Anastasia

"And if they attack, they attack," Cresiel declares. Kaja shakes his head but doesn't comment beyond it.
<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 nods and proceeds forward into the library. He looks around for anything other than the Ourano assembled.

Anastasia

The Ourano utterly ignore you, focused on their tasks. It's a large library, one central area and various wings branching off - six total, each doored and going in a different direction.

No one else is around, at least in the central area.
<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 looks around, then takes a moment to cast Hindsight.

He's looking to see if there's anything notable about the people here who may not be Mind Blanked, but if the Balor was, then...

Anastasia

Could you elaborate within the bounds of the spell?
<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

Sure, let me get the relevant bits.

Days: You sense the events of the past, stretching back one day per caster level. You gain detailed knowledge of the people, conversations, and events that transpired.

He's looking for anyone notable from the demons and possibly where they went or what they're looking for.

Anastasia

There are a few patches that are utterly blank. Nothing that you can see during those times, no longer than ten minutes.

Beyond that, a few notable figures came. Frosten, a primal ice elemental that takes the form of a small blizzard in such a place, is one of them. He said not a word, watching instead. He was usually joined by Banopel, a half dragon dwarf lich who took notes from the scribes and oversaw them at times.

They seem to be researching something called a Xixecal, trying to find any information on it.
<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 snaps himself back to reality and takes a breath in.

"We're dealing with a primal ice elemental and a half-dragon dwarven lich. ...Weird combination, if you ask me." He shakes his head afterwards. "They're researching something called 'Xixecal,'... which we can look into later. Anyway, that didn't tell me where any of them actually are, so we'll just have to look." Moore says.

He'll try the northern-most door first.


Anastasia

You can make K:P on Xixecals if you like.
<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

Take 10 for 91 as we go!

Anastasia

Xixecal are massive, mobile mountains of ice and hate, attended by hundreds of white dragons that lair within its body. They are abominations, horrible affronts to everything good in Creation. They are said to be tied to Cryonax, Prince of Elemental Evil on Ice and the the Queen of Air and Darkness, who rules the Unseelie fey.
<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 blinks as he goes to open the door.

"...I don't get it, though. Why would they be here researching them, then? Shouldn't Cryonax know everything there is to know about them? They're apparently tied to Cryonax, or supposedly said to be, but... maybe they aren't...?" He shakes his head. "We'll find out once we can find the perpetrators of all of this."