Knowledge shall lead the...

[Corwin]

"Of course! We were going to get her back, and we did!"

[Anastasia]

At this, Ranbar's words are lost. You feel a connection between yourself and Ranbar, growing warm and stronger by the moment.

Node update.

[Corwin]

Read it. Please fix the part in parenthesis:
Seira: 1/7 available, 0/5 to next. (possibly 0/6, check loot)

"And it seems Zaphkiel approves~" Seira says cheerfully, heading on to collect the others with Ranbar.

[Anastasia]

From there it's not hard to get everyone together, which...

Okay, any prep or plan for this, first of all?

[Corwin]

"The plan is simple," Seira tells the others. "I'll undertake the One process." She looks over at Sanzha. "If things go well, I'd recommend you do likewise, so if you'd like to come already prepared, that works even better."

[Anastasia]

"I'll prepare for it," Sanzha agrees, "Now how I intended it, but I suppose this will do."

[Corwin]

"A lot of things changed for us," Seira agrees. "We can't stop now, however!"

And once everyone is prepared, she takes them all into the Beyond!

[Anastasia]

Empty.

Empty white is everywhere. It stretches far and wide, endlessly around you. Stone silence, stone nothingness.

All awaits you and nothing awaits you here, the Beyond stretching forever and ever and always.

[Corwin]

Seira smiles at her friends and gestures for them to move back before flaring up her divine aura, tinged as it is with goldenfire. Within that radius, all that exists is Seira as she overwrites the emptiness of the Beyond. It is filled with knowledge and craftiness, goodness and righteous battles... Seira's other traits supplement it, even as she meditates on her nature. She believes she understands it already, and in the concept of One, her perception is of a bright beacon of righteousness and hope projecting outwards at all others. A concept of Hope so strong and self-contained that it alone can rescue Creation from the brink without need of dark compromises with the likes of Asmodeus that would leave half of Creation in chains in the aftermath.

[Anastasia]

"Good luck," Donald says, taking position.

Amaryl smiles warmly and readies herself, while the others do the same.

Everyone is in position as...

Charisma check the first. Good luck.

[Corwin]

19:39 <Seira> roll 1d20+12+15+3
19:39 <Penuche> Seira invokes Penuche's magic: < 49 > [d20=19]

[Anastasia]

Doesn't matter since you got a great roll, but what's the +3 from?

[Corwin]

My divine rank, which I add to all rolls. It's been a long while, was it banned?

[Anastasia]

No, I just had a brain fart on it.

You feel yourself. Every aspect of yourself.

You remember the dusty smell of the practice yard, long afternoons at work at the old garrison in Balmuria.

You recall the sound of smaller footsteps, of goblins put to the sword.

You can almost taste the trail rations ate as you traveled back from the Barbarian Lands after a successful mission.

You feel the cold of the waters of the bay.

You remember how Kondrux glittered with electricity when it breathed out.

There was so much death, wasn't there?

That you saved anyone was a miracle.

How many died to your blade and how many died to magic?

You even wounded Antenora when you first met.

Could you expect anything else for a military life?

After all, you chose the life of a warrior, a life of someone who kills to protect others.

Is that all you still are, even after all this time?

Is goldenfire just another blade?

Beyond you, everything else seems distant and far away, unimportant.

[Corwin]

And yet...

A soldier, yes, but always fighting defensively. The goblins attacked the local farmers, and refused to stop their attacks.

Kondrux introduced himself by murdering those under her protection and traumatizing one of her closest friends, before promising to do much worse.

Malmuth, a war where so much effort was spent on diplomacy only to be spurned because the leader was insane and wished for nothing but war. And had she crushed their armies with spell and sword? No, she'd gone after Ferdi himself to bring the conflict to a close with a minimum of casualties.

She had never stabbed Antenora, either. That was Dalia, wasn't it? A devil that invaded Prime and was responsible for local deaths. Nothing in this world is predestined; merely because Alicia performed a true miracle before her eyes over their last stretch of service in Balmuria shouldn't grant immunity to any fiend.

Seira smiles, finding it strange that she's feeling this defensively about it. She, Alicia and Antenora had long moved past that, and Seira had learned-- perhaps that started her on her path to Hope, the power to do that which is impossible.

Goldenfire is indeed her blade, but it is also a shining light that brings out new possibilities on a Fire that had been until just recently dominated by Evil.

In the end, Seira takes pride in her domain over War. Not for war itself, but a righteous war that seeks to protect and to liberate, and tempered with compassion and willingness to reform where possible. That's how she defines her combat Aspect.