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Started by Anastasia, February 17, 2020, 10:36:24 PM

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Anastasia

"Are you s-" Is all you hear as you enter into the portal, which grows to engulf you.

Fort save again, pixie.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Assuming you want the save and not just number. Everyone should still have all the boosters in place for this.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+64 : 8 + 64, total 72[/blockquote] Moore
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+59 : 1 + 59, total 60[/blockquote] Jetina

Anastasia

Just for Moore, thankfully.

Moore floats in...darkness? It's dark here, dark all around. He's floating nowhere and everywhere, only pure black before him now.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Hello." Moore calls out. "I imagine it's been some time since anyone's been here."

Assuming he can! If not he will use his divine speech,

He will try and move forward!

Anastasia

You can speak but there's no reply, and you see nothing ahead of you at all.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Well, there has to be something here...

"Light." he says, attempting to at least create something here.

Words of Creation to see if he can manifest some light to see by.

Does wherever he is 'feel' the same as the place between Creation and Beyond?

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+54 : 10 + 54, total 64[/blockquote] Charisma

Anastasia

It isn't the same thing, whatever it is. Doesn't feel right.

Light is formed by your will and words with ease, yet does nothing to push back the darkness.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Well then, the best he can do is make a path to move forward.

He is just attempting to will a path forward into existence. At least then he can somewhat get his bearings.

"Guardian, I am here for what you are protecting." He calls out.

...actually, is there even a Guardian here? One wasn't mentioned...

Anastasia

Nothing happens.
What a curious thing.
No path, nothing.
Will you break?
No response, either.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

So he can create light, but not a path?

Well, he's gotten this far... he looks down at the chain with the finger, he holds it out to see if perhaps it points him in any particular direction.

Anastasia

The finger points ahead - and sure enough, you see a path ahead.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Ah, so that's it.

So the others probably didn't go through the portal.

He proceeds onwards!


Anastasia

You follow the path. As you do...

'Our enemy is he who seeks to walk this path,' A quiet voice intones in your mind. 'Turn back.'
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"I am not your enemy." Moore says aloud. "But I must find what is hidden here." He says as he continues forward. "Are you the Guardian, left by the Incarnation?"

Anastasia

"...Then there will be no mercy!" Is the answer, as with a rush - !!!!

Init.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?