A world's support

[Nephrite]

Moore's at 60+30, Xandra is 90+30, Jetina is 90+30 (if she can fly, 30+30 otherwise), Cresiel is 120+30.

[23:01] <Nephrite> roll 1d100 spell failure
[23:01] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 63 > [d100=63]

And now our friend is whatever he is +30 too.

[Anastasia]

He looks roughly human - filthy more than anything else. Thus on you rush and can begin to hear them. Footsteps, many of them, closing in as you rush.

Xandra glances back, "Can you make something to slow them down?"

[Nephrite]

"With my luck, no. But I'll try." He says as he waves a hand...

[23:13] <Nephrite> roll 1d100 spell failure
[23:13] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 17 > [d100=17]

...and nothing happens!

"Xandra, would you mind?" He asks. "Mine's clearly on the fritz."


Xandra will cast Prismatic Wall behind them. Let them deal with that for a while.

[Anastasia]

Thus a prismatic wall rises, blocking the way.

"Hurry," Xandra bits after, taking back off.

Cresiel nods in approval as he follows, hurrying.

Dex check.

[Nephrite]

[23:21] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+11+15
[23:21] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 32 > [d20=6]

[Anastasia]

Hustle! Hustle! HURRY! The party runs, hasted speed and natural agility. Cresiel even stays silent when his wings or shoulders hit stone, bearing it all with great fortitude. Run! Run! Run! The footsteps are getting louder, and as you are but one passage away from the portal you entered from?

"HALT!" A voice shouts from behind the party.

[Nephrite]

"Keep going." Moore instructs the others as he turns around to greet their pursuers!

[Anastasia]

The others hurry as you see them - a quartet of big, brawny dwarfs of stone. One raises a big mace and says, "You'd best get the hell out of our way, pixie. Now." They're all armored in stone armor as well, broad and muscular.

[Nephrite]

"My name is Duke Moore of Celestia, servant of Erathaol of the Hebdomad of Celestia. I literally just killed an Elder Vampire in the last half an hour. Turn around and forget you found us, or you and your friends will end up living on the stone here forever."

Lets see if an 95 intimidate will make them go away.

[Anastasia]

A tiny pixie or not, something in your words is enough. The dwarfs draw up short and eye you, before one mutters, "Cursed pixies...nothing good happens around them, worse than wind elves," he says, before starting to step back. Another and another, the last glaring at you before retreating back as well.

[Nephrite]

Moore turns to go follow the others!

[Anastasia]

Thus you  make it back through the portal once more, to freedom. It closes behind you, Dan sagging on the beach.

"That...was a bad day," he finally says.

[Nephrite]

"You're safe now." Moore says with a smile. "What happened, anyway?"

[Anastasia]

"Deep cover mission," Dan blows a breath out, "As a neutral observer of the Yanaroth, a type of stone dwarf for my world." He goes to sit and rest, basking in the light. "It turns out they'd figured me out awhile ago, but were using me and feeding me bad information. With hostilities on Earth they were going to turn me over to the Dao for a bounty, but I had a friend who tipped me off so I could flee."

"The gravity was too light to be Earth," Cresiel notes quietly.

"Yeah, the Yanaroth's little section of it has normal gravity." Dan admits, "It's a really long story." Smiling, "Thank you, all of you. I never thought I'd have a solar come rescue me. Or a pixie for that matter."

[Nephrite]

"I get that a lot." Moore says with a laugh. "Please stay as long as you need to."

With that, he sends an affirmation that Dan is safe to Barachiel.