Striving for 777

[Nephrite]

Moore will do as asked, with hope in his heart!

[Anastasia]

Xandra rises with you. As you do the colors come closer, coming at you.

Chance to do anything or just keep flying.

[Nephrite]

Moore continues to fly! He has no reason to fear this!

[Anastasia]

Gimme a Fort save and a Will save.

[Nephrite]

[14:22] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+58 fort
[14:22] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 69 > [d20=11]
[14:22] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+63 will
[14:22] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 65 > [d20=2]

[Anastasia]

You are buffeted by the lights yet keep going. You feel faint and odd, your body too heavy and too big and too small and flipping and falling and flying. Yet on you go, vision wobbling a dozen different ways. You're flying up and keeping at it in the colors, which cascade all around you.

[Nephrite]

To say he's been through worse would be an understatement, but perhaps he's not experienced something as strange as this...

Still, he presses on! Hope prevails!

[Anastasia]

You're within the lights, within it all - for now nothing happens to you and yet...what do you do here?

[Nephrite]

Maybe this is his opportunity to visualize the spell that he's here to ask about?

It certainly isn't finished yet, but this is a good opportunity to perhaps understand the fundamental form of it to see if it really could work.

He thinks on this new spell he's attempting to create, to try and visualize it at its completion. To see himself actually casting this spell that links him to the essence of knowledge.

[Anastasia]

Hm. Give me a raw Intelligence check there, I suppose.

[Nephrite]

[14:54] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+26
[14:54] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 41 > [d20=15]

[Anastasia]

You study, twisting your mind towards it. It's so much and yet so much more, yet you see the colors. The colors mean something, you realize. Seven colors. Prismatics? It all runs together in your head, but you remember prismatic magic for some reason.

[Nephrite]

He doesn't even know any prismatic spells... does he?

Maybe he did at some point...?

He takes a breath -- was this the truth that THE GREATEST OF ALL DRAGONS saw at some point?

Is there such a thing a prismatic song?

THE GREATEST OF ALL DRAGONS would probably say so.

Either way, Moore simply watches the colors, watches them run together into one rainbow of prismatic magic. There is a language here, just like he thought -- if he just takes the time to understand it...

[Anastasia]

Do you begin to see something, Moore?

[Nephrite]

"I do... well, I see something, but I'm not sure what to make of it." He says. "I can tell the colors all have meaning -- but I can't put my finger on what that 'meaning' is."