Labalyn's memorial

[Anastasia]

This time it works - and the door opens. You hear a chorus of doors opening, thousands opening wide. Within this room sits the hung woman, noose still around her neck. She does not move, but she holds the divine seed to her chest.

[Nephrite]

The last time he saw one of these he got rather bamboozled, but even so, he should still do the right thing.

Moore will move over and, at the very least, symbolically, cut the noose off before anything else.

"I'm sure you heard us talking about whether this prison would still exist after you left." Moore says. "I don't care if it does or doesn't, as long as you're free from all of this. I know my words can't make up for the eternity that you've been here, but I hope that, for all that you've been through, we can speak to each other one day."

[Anastasia]

The noose is cut away.

This time, this third time, you stand before a divine seed. This time it is wholly in place of the painted metal, hovering in the air.

[Nephrite]

"Did that accomplish anything for you, or is this not over until I take the seed?" Moore calls out, though he doesn't expect a reply.

[Anastasia]

There is indeed no reply.

[Nephrite]

"Well, I hope we can talk someday. I hope this frees you." He says as he goes to take the seed, again!

[Anastasia]

Give me a Charisma check, +3 bonus.

[Nephrite]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+68 : 20 + 68, total 88[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

This time there is no resistance and you grasp the seed. It is warm in your hands, full of radiance and power.

[Nephrite]

Moore looks around.

"Are you still here, or did you return?" He calls out.

Is the prison still... there? How about the dagger?

[Anastasia]

Everything is still here as you stand in the First Prison.

[Nephrite]

Can any of you hear me? He asks to all his friends who came into the First Prison with him.

I am assuming I cannot sense my avatar either.

If the Guardian is the prison and the prison is still here...

He will look at the seed, the same as he has before.

"No, something still seems off here. What else is there that you need me to do to free you?" He calls out.

He didn't have a chance to check the other one, but he'll check this one out to see if it 'feels' the same as the others, and how many charges it has.

[Anastasia]

The seed is empty. Nothing at all, gone from your hands once you sense that.

The cell. Again you are in the cell. The rope is tight around your neck, the pressure a constant fire-flare of agony. It's dark, cold and forgotten here.

You feel the gentle tendrils of anathemic knowledge wash over you. They beg you to forget, to surrender. Were you less than you were, both as divine and as one with Lifasa's support, you would be doomed in this moment. Yet they fail to even phase you, even as you resist the pain of choking.

[Nephrite]

"This place... deserves to be remembered...as do all the people who've been... forgotten here!" Moore chokes out.

Is the dagger still there?

No matter what, he won't forget - he still isn't done!

Because there is always hope.

[Anastasia]

The dagger is still there as you think and cling to your hope, in your hand.