The first peaceful day

[Anastasia]

Easy enough and from there...

Next move?

[Nephrite]

Let's see if Cresiel's friend becomes available sometime in the next few hours. Beyond that, Moore will just take a look around the landing.

[Anastasia]

Do me a favor and link me to your last meeting with him?

[Nephrite]

http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,104292.1005.html


It starts here and goes to the end.

[Anastasia]

Thanks.

Sure enough, in a few hours you get word. It's time.

Any prep?

[Nephrite]

Just to be safe he will hit up the Blessing Cube but other than that nothing special, beyond Greater Improvisation.

[Anastasia]

Elysium is peaceful as you arrive. A gentle river winds through emerald hills, the sky a piercing, perfect blue. All is right here, all is at peace.

"Remember," Cresiel says, "Do not stop. Do not eat or drink. Do not stop to rest. Walk, do not fly."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and will begin walking again!

Hm... was there anything he missed last time, that he forgot...?

[Anastasia]

You begin to walk. It's peaceful, pure, untouched. It's everything you'd want, you realize. You should sit down and rest, take it all in. Why go any further when you're home?

[Nephrite]

"Does this feeling of wanting to stay ever stop happening?" Moore asks. "Surely there have to be denizens that simply live here without feeling a need to?"

He continues to walk. He's been through too much to stop now.

[Anastasia]

"If you become a native, I believe it stops," Cresiel says, "Elysium's pull is strong here. Keep going." His expression is set, not stopping a moment.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and continues, his determination allowing him to do so!

[Anastasia]

Onward.

It's a pleasant path, just...everything you've ever imagined for this. Not a thing is wrong here. Everything feels so right, so fitting. As you marvel at this you see it ahead. A brick house is ahead, cozy and tucked away near the river.

You've been here before.

[Nephrite]

If he needs to go there, he will be told to. He continues on.

[Anastasia]

On and on and on you go - until you come to an old man. He is bent and stooped, ancient and weathered. His skin is a deep brown and his head is covered by a wide brimmed hat. He wears brown clothes, thick and with a cloak.

Old Lymosh begins to walk back already, as Cresiel turns to match him. "You accomplished your previous goal," he says, to the point.