A world's support

[Anastasia]

Unfortunately, with the door slammed in your faces, having a conversation is rather difficult.

"I'm...not even trying to intimidate them," Cresiel finally says, voice softly puzzled. "Is this a city of madmen or those who fear judgment for sin?"

"I know if I were evil and saw a solar, I'd run as fast as I could," Jetina ventures, "That's common sense."

To this Xandra is quiet a short time, "I foresee he's not an enemy - only terrified."

[Nephrite]

"Let me handle it." Moore says. He lifts his voice again. "We mean you no harm. We seek to find our friends, so I would ask you to please open your door so we can talk. I would be happy to pay you for your time."

[Anastasia]

No answer.

Cresiel meanwhile hefts his hammer, before bringing it down in a thunderous blow.

> roll 1d20 1 check
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 9 > [d20=9]

The door caves in ward, collapsing. "Go," Cresiel says. "We pursue the wicked to save the innocent."

[Nephrite]

"Guard the beacon." Moore says. "Kaja, come with me."

Moore goes to enter the tower and look for the jackal-man!

[Anastasia]

The two of you slink in. The tower is silent, and within is a greeting room, full of decoration and pleasant. Yet here the jackal-man hides, a silver tray used as a shield. "Back! Back! I'll not have the Grim Fiend darken my door, for he follows!"

[Nephrite]

"Please, calm yourself." Moore says. "We are not here to harm you. I know we just broke your door down, I will fix that. But we seek to find our friends who were brought here, and seek to understand why you are so fearful of celestials."

[Anastasia]

Give me immediate Diplomacy, -27 circumstance penalty.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 88.

[Anastasia]

The creature whimpers low, "Stay away, stay away, " he sobs, "The Seven Winged One has come and soon the Grim Fiend will follow. I won't obey, I won't kneel, I won't obey, I won't kneel, I won't obey, I won't kneel., I won't obey, I won't kneel, I won't obey."

[Nephrite]

"You have nothing to fear from us." Moore says. "Please, what can I do to prove to you we mean you no harm? You do not have to obey me or kneel to me, I am seeking information from you, so if..."

A smile crosses his lips as he flies forward and lands on the ground, with his knees there as he bows his head low. "Please."

[Anastasia]

Something in your words - the jackal-man shakes and drops the tray, shuddering. He hugs himself, rocking back and forth. "Three days ago, we all saw it. That the Seven Winged One would come. The Grim Fiend follows. All will bow to him and his master. The Grim Fiend follows, pixie. Do you understand?" Looking up at you, eyes wide and ragged, "THE GRIM FIEND FOLLOWS!"

[Nephrite]

"Do you know who brought the others in here?" Moore asks, completely changing the subject. "And where they've gone?"

[Anastasia]

"They ran. They could run. They might be in league with the Grim Fiend. They were prepared. Ready. My master aided them, fled with them, left me." The words come faster, shakier. "He comes. The Grim Fiend comes."

[Nephrite]

"Where did your master go? I can take you to him." Moore says. "Don't lost hope. I promise, we won't let the Grim Fiend hurt you."

[Anastasia]

"Thunder Hall," The figure blurts out, "Hurry, hurry, hurry. Hurry. Hurry. HURRY! HURRY! HURRY! HURRY!" He rocks back and forth again, "The Grim Fiend comes! Beware those crowned with the star!"