Ahead lies...?

[Nephrite]

Moore takes in another breath.

There is a long, long pause.

"Hello. My name is Moore, Duke of Songs of Celestia, servant of Lord Erathaol of the Hebdomad. These are my companions, Cresiel, Xandra and Kaja. To what name may I refer to you as?" He asks. His tone is at least friendly for now, but his patience has all but evaporated.

[Anastasia]

Xandra is at your side, a soothing presence.

"You may refer to me as Knowledge," The wyrm declares, "For I have great hoards of it. I congratulate you on reaching me - but the true thinking has not yet begun."

Cresiel takes to the air, all six of his wings spread out. "We grow weary of this, wyrm. Spare us your theatrics and self indulgence, and save your self gratification for when you lament your lack of a mate. We do not spend our time for your own interests, but for a greater purpose. Will you interpose yourself between us our purpose?"

> roll 1d20+51
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+51 --> [ 1d20=11 ]{62}

The wyrm rears back, "You would challenge me in my own lair?"

"The Duke of Destiny took that challenge," Cresiel says, "Hell took that challenge against us. Lifasa stands free now." Cresiel flies right up to the wyrm, "Moore is a Duke of Celestia and will not be disrespected as if our time and what we work for are meaningless to you." A close range stare off, not a single hint of give in the solar. "Take all of your precious knowledge, examine what you know of us and ask yourself: Are you ready for this?"

"Bahamut's heartscale and balls," Kaja sighs, switching to Draconic, "I can't stop Cresiel when he gets like this. It's like when he sees a devil - everything he sees dies and goes to face judgment."

[Nephrite]

He's been practicing this, so it should hopefully go over well.

Moore flies up an utters one word, "Peace."

Charisma and Con rolls if needed.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+45 : 6 + 45, total 51[/blockquote]
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+23 : 8 + 23, total 31[/blockquote]

"Cresiel, I appreciate your desire to see this through." He smiles at him, hopefully charismatically enough to get him to back down — at least a little.

"Knowledge, you must understand, the puzzles you put forth outside of here really aren't the sort to challenge anyone who would've already made it to the House of Knowledge. On top of that, you bow stand before us, with no inkling of the ability we have or the knowledge and wisdom we possess. I am not sure why you're here in this cave, alone, with only books, but I have a feeling you eventually discovered your personality isn't one that harmonizes well with others. Regardless, your conduct is Ill-befitting of the station you have. My understanding is you wish to trade lore to grant it yourself - by that token, shouldn't you feel elated, even excited, to be able to add to your collection?"

It is with that that he flies up. Towards Knowledge's eye, to fly right there near it. When in a dragon's lair...

[Anastasia]

Well, that's one approach. Give me a Diplo check as well.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 115.

[Anastasia]

The wyrm stays reared back, your word enough to make Cresiel and Kaja cease.

"Fine," The dragon says gruffly, giving you a long look, reptilian eyes all on you now. "As much taste for the arts the mind as a slaad, but fine. What lore do you offer and what do you wish to know?" His voice is downright petulant as he adds, "It had better be good."

[Nephrite]

Like an adult child, this one.

Moore is all but certain he was kicked out of Bahamuts Palace...

Moore will recount his experiences with the lost tower on Fire, the Skallard Deona's folly, as well as the lava lizards, the arcane diagram and all he learned there.

"Assuming that is sufficient, I am seeking knowledge to aid me in solving an arcane equation." Moore explains. He produces a parchment with what he's learned this far to show it to him. "Anything you know that could add to this would be appreciated."

[Anastasia]

The Knowledge Dragon listens and when you present it, he barely glances at the paper before, "More. I require more lore."

"Are you sure," Xandra asks, voice gentle but ever so firm.

The dragon's glare is on Xandra, but no reply comes. Instead Xandra goes on, "Are you sure?" she asks again. "Wyrmling, are you sure?" This last statement is spoken in fluent draconic, guttural.

That gets the wyrm to glare all the more, shaking lightly. Dead silence, "I misspoke," he says, "That will suffice."

[Nephrite]

Moore turns to Xandra before he looks back to the Knowledge Dragon. "Then please tell me what you can about this." He says as he presents the arcane diagram again.

[Anastasia]

"Well..."

Give me the normal checks for this sort of thing, Moore.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 108 on the Knowledges and 103 on Spellcraft.

[Anastasia]

Lore! Lore. What's best is what he has fills in a few important gaps - things you've been working on bridging, things that make the entire whole snap in all the better. It's a breakthrough - real progress at last, enough pieces assembled to progress. All the pieces assembled plus this new work fits together beautifully, rewarding all the work everyone has put into this thus far.

49 points. Progression now.

[Nephrite]

343.

A beaming smile crosses his face. "You see? Isn't lore better when you have someone to share it with? I hope you'll consider being more open to having visitors, I think you'd gain a lot more from it than you realize." Moore says.

[Anastasia]

"Most visitors are dumb as rocks and dirt," The wyrm retorts, voice sullen.

[Nephrite]

Ah, there's the heart of the matter.

A pause as he considers his words.

"If you don't meet people you want to talk to by staying here, then why not go out and find people yourself?" He asks. "I'm sure you've been here by yourself for a while. I think you may have forgotten common customs because you've only had yourself to converse with. There's a whole Creation out there that you can help, and in turn me helped by. Maybe a lot of people are dumb as dirt, but they still might know something you don't, and you'd never know by sitting here."