Ahead lies the great light that...

[Anastasia]

Total with modifier?

[Nephrite]

Sorry. 39.

[Anastasia]

You're twitching, spasming inside. You try and remember and remember and remember and remember. You cling desperately even as you begin to feel the tear, feel it spread as you hold on, grasping in one desperate, last lunge from oblivion, from Shar's embrace.

> roll 1d100 meanwhile
<Penuche> Sunshine_Ko invokes Penuche's magic: < 98 > [d100=98]

Go ahead and give me the last check to see if I need to work out this encounter for them.

[Nephrite]

[16:18] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+26
[16:18] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 33 > [d20=7]

[Anastasia]

And a Constitution check.

[Nephrite]

SYLVIE NEVER FIXED MY FLARKING CONSTITUTION!!!!

THANKS SYLVIE!!!!!!

[16:21] <Nephrite> Roll 1d20+3 dangit sylvie you were supposed to fix this
[16:21] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 9 > [d20=6]

That could've been a 10!!!!! a 10!!!!!!!!!!!

[Anastasia]

The last thing Moore remembers is the pain of tearing.




























It hurts.















Who...are you?









What...are you?


Why is it so bright?

[Nephrite]

Didn't... something like this happen before?
Yes, when you woke up in Venya.

Why is it so bright?
Open your eyes.

He has to get used to the light, so he can see.
Be not blinded by the light of hope.

He...?
Yes. You're Moore. Don't forget again!

Where is he...?
Because. There. Is. Always. Hope.

[Anastasia]

In one moment it snaps back to you - everything. You're in your bed and you shudder in relief, even as a feeling of completion fills you. A sense of rightness, a sense of totality. You're you, not...your mind blanches away from what you were, the horror of it incomprehensible, leaving sheer terror to fill you.

[Nephrite]

He...

Did he...?

No absolutely no in particular, a quiet prayer.

'Thank you for believing in hope. Is everyone else all right?'

[Anastasia]

"Moore," Your answer is aloud. Xandra is there, a hand on your own, far bigger than it. Her face is strained and tired, old tears uncleaned on it. "Are you still there?"

[Nephrite]

"...I really messed up, didn't I?" He says, quietly. "Are you... is everyone all right?"

[Anastasia]

The answer is that you're swept into a hug, picked up like a doll and clutched to Xandra.

[Nephrite]

"Wo...woah!" A sudden cry. "I.... I'm sorry, for worrying you." He says quietly, the hug returned. "For worrying everyone."

[Anastasia]

You're hugged even harder before you're put down. "Do you feel it now?"