Advancement

[Ebiris]

[22:07] <@Ebiris> roll 1d100
[22:07] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 16 > [d100=16]

[Anastasia]

In the aftermath of the war thing seems quiet - at least for the moment. As you do?

'Alicia.' The soft voice of Asmodeus is heard, calm, serene. Like a whisper.

[Ebiris]

Never a pleasant voice to hear though, is it?

What do you want, Asmodeus?

She may as well be direct and keep the interaction short.

[Anastasia]

'Congratulations on your survival. We are pleased you did not fall before Shar.' A whisper indeed, right into your ear.

[Ebiris]

Was that the royal We or is it the communal opinion of all the other arch-devils?

The Adversary was concerned over my survival as well. I'm touched at receiving consideration from so many unexpected quarters.

There's a little tid-bit of information for him to do as he likes with, see if this goes anywhere beyond banal well wishes.

[Anastasia]

'Continue to survive,' Asmodeus says, 'We are watching.'

Then nothing.

[Ebiris]

Banal well wishes it is. Ominous of course, but what can you do? Her relationship with Hell is strangely complex at times.

[Anastasia]

Okay, so quick question. The force to deal with that astral succubus, did you have anything in mind to send or just something generically of a proper power to do it?

[Ebiris]

Something generic, I don't have specific details on Sylican forces at that level of power but presumably we have a decent selection who could handle it.

[Anastasia]

Sure, good chance for character building.

The astral deva who leads them is an old hand at this. Bylthel wields his mace as surely as a painter uses his brush, smashing evil with a deceptive ease. A paladin in recent times dedicated to you, he is a sure and steady hand.

Aiding him are three. The first is Curlah, a former human who serves Syala in the afterlife after passing while protecting her family in Syala's name. A cleric with some skill at sneaking and rogueish tactics, she's steady and skilled, if still somewhat raw (relatively).

The second is Mandol, a celestial dire tiger awakened by a quirk of the realm's magic. He serves Jessica in a way, identifying with her and in turn accepting small tasks. Feline in nature but strong enough.

Finally, there is Darmor. An honorable half elf knight, he has pledged himself to Antenora's service in recent days. A warrior brave and true, caring - and just a little dumb. Nonetheless he is sincere, and this is his first mission out.

Okay, there's just one question: Going to be fairly hands off as always on this?

[Ebiris]

Yeah, hands off and let them do their thing. I'll be watching and if a divine level threat shows up then an avatar or proxy can be sent but assuming the danger level is as expected then they should be able to handle things by themselves.

Marie will give Darmor a present in advance though.

Bracers of Celestial Protection: Grants a Protective Aura as angels possess.

For extra group defence against magic.

[Anastasia]

Sure thing.

Kavaya is a hunk of stone topped with dirt and grass, floating in the endless Astral Plane. Several buildings are built there, all of sturdy looking stone. People of all kinds mill about and head inside, mostly to the front most building, which has open doors to let anyone in. Merry noise can be heard from within, the sound of laughing, talking, drinking. Alicia knows well the sounds of a tavern.

[Ebiris]

With divine remote sensing there's nothing there that can be hidden from Alicia's gaze, and so she looks to see where the succubus and her cohort are specifically.

She doesn't intend on micro-managing the expedition but she will give a little guidance if they pray for it.

[Anastasia]

Glancing about, you find an unhidden in the back. Who is presumably Marilye rests upstairs of what may be the tavern, lying back on a bed as a nude man - handsome really, in every way - fans her. She's wearing just a loose silk shift, all relaxed.

Meanwhile the four approach, Bylthel leading. "Stay clam, stay relaxed, fit in like you belong," he says. "Listen more than you talk. Don't be afraid to pay for a drink or two, but don't pay for too many all at once, you'll get attention that way."

Curlah has hair as curly as her name suggests, blonde ringlets cascading down to her shoulders. She's dressed in a light, toga-like dress with iron bracers painted white and yellow-blonde to match her hair. She carries a short sword at the ready. "Be scenery, not the attraction," she agrees.

Mandol lets out a soft rumbling noise, rather like a grumpy purr.

Darmor wears heavy plate armor with an image of a black spear on it as heraldry. "Whatever gets us the information," he says, to the point. "So we can win, that's the glorious part."

[Ebiris]

Alicia just monitors it all while doing other godly things. Hopefully her squad can catch Marilye before she rouses her own allies and makes a proper fight of it, do this quick and clean.