The first peaceful day

[Anastasia]

Cresiel steps forward, cautious. "Is there a problem?" he asks, softly.

"The Moore I met walked with a fiend, not a solar," is the celestial's answer, "Braxos?"

"It is as you see," Is your guide's answer.

That sword is sheathed, silver withdrawn. He approaches Cresiel, "Cresiel, a child of Celestia and Brightwater. I've heard of you."

A slight nod, acknowledgement. "I serve Duke Moore currently," A look to you.

A double take, "A pixie? What has he done, slain a fiendlord?"

[Nephrite]

"It's a bit of a long story." Moore says with a smile. "If there's somewhere we can talk safely, I'd be happy to explain and also explain why I'm here."

[Anastasia]

"Back to stable space," The angel agrees, striding ahead, falling in with all of you. "We'll talk there."

[Nephrite]

"It's going to happen again as we go, then?" Moore asks as he starts to go back.

[Anastasia]

"It might," Your guide says, "It might now." He sounds disinterested, as if discussing the weather.

Cresiel's jaw tightens, but he says nothing.

[Nephrite]

"Very well." Moore says as they proceed back.

[Anastasia]

Quick d100, scary pixie.

[Nephrite]

[22:17] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[22:17] <Penuche2> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 44 > [d100=44]

[Anastasia]

It's a walk - without distortion this time, to where the library makes sense again. After a few minutes there's a stop and...

"You have my attention," Your target says, waiting, posture straight and true. "Explain."

[Nephrite]

Moore takes a deep breath.

"You're familiar with Aurora, yes? Let me start there..." He says.

This can be a summary of the following events:

Waking up in Venya, meeting Erathaol, going to Aurora, working with them to help fight Hell, eventually liberating Lifasa with a few good stories here and there.

Working with Celestia against the machinations of Shar, various other do-gooder things like fighting Elder Vampires and other fun things like that.

[Anastasia]

Gimme Diplo, would you?

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 125.

[Anastasia]

Throughout this the celestial listens, a few nods from Cresiel at the right times, whenever he glances over at the solar. After some time of talking and listening, well over an hour to tell all of that, "You're impressive," He finally says, "What is it you want, then?"

[Nephrite]

"I have recently had the..." Moore taps his chin. "Privilege to be able to overcome anathemic knowledge. I was told that there may be magic that allows one to create it, and I would like to learn how to do that, if possible." 

[Anastasia]

The angel's expression is closed off at that, "Why do you want to learn it?" he asks.