Labalyn's memorial

[Anastasia]

Another long hall. More cells.

It's the same but different. The cries here have a different energy, far more...passionate. Stirring, if you will. In a sour voice, "To think, most men who don't know better would think a cell here with a succubi was paradise."

"Or an erinyes," Jetina points out, a little red faced as she hurries along.

"Harlots and whores, hunters and cads," Seema murmurs as she's carried.

"They won't touch you now," Cresiel says. "Nor will wrath, nor envy, nor any of them." His voice is still gentle, kindly. Seema rests against him all the while.

The daemon follows, faceless face blank as it adds, "Why are the sins bad?" he asks, "They seem a part of everyone. Why are parts of us wrong?"

Xandra steps forward and smacks the daemon's arm. Lightly, but it still gets the creature's attention. "It becomes a problem when that part of you hurts yourself or others. Unfettered anger leaves ruined lives and broken bodies around you. Uncontrolled gluttony leaves your body a wretched mess."

"Is our own satisfaction less important than others?" The daemon's reply is a question, simple nad to the point.

[Nephrite]

"That is one of the fundamental concepts that marks the divide between good and evil." Moore says as he goes along.

"Actions that hurt others, or that restrict other people in some way against their own will are ones that can't be ignored. You're right, that something like wrath is part of every creature in Creation - but so is forgiveness. On one side, you have gluttony, on the other, charity."

He pauses in his talk to mull over his next point before he continues. "You can't think of it as 'parts of you that are wrong,' you have to accept that they're parts of you, period, and decide to have a will to do something about it. There's a difference between accepting something is part of you but having the strength to control it, and simply admitting that something is part of you and resigning yourself to it."

A nod as they go along. "It's about being honest with yourself about what makes you, you. It's important to have sight of the good and the evil inside of you and decide for yourself how to handle it. Your own satisfaction isn't less important than other people's satisfaction... but when you are reducing others to increase your own, that's when things become less about satisfaction and enjoyment and into cruelty. It's possible to take great enjoyment in the success of those around you, and to take pride in oyur own ability, without being prideful about it."

[Anastasia]

Perception real quick?

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 93.

[Anastasia]

Your word wash over the daemon as you walk, but you reply is not from it.

'Die. Die. DIEDIEDIEDIEDIE!' A voice howls in your mind.

'I smell pixie and power, come to me, I'll show you a feast of the bodies.' Another voice croons.

"It's too bad," Sylvie speaks up, "Not a one has a chance to be freed by us like this."

[Nephrite]

"It's insidious." Moore says as they go.

"It starts to make you think this is a just place, it perverts your perceptions into believing that this is a necessity. I bet Vel Custos would have strong words about a place like this." He shakes his head. "Is it just a prison for the sake of being a prison?"

Whatever the case, they have to put an end to it, no matter what happens to the prison itself.

[12:55] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[12:55] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 99 > [d100=99]

In case it's necessary, and with a roll like that...

[Anastasia]

"Evil for the sake of evil. Power for the sake of power." Sylvie's quieter at the last, "It's a shame that power never solves your problems like you dream it would, isn't it?"

[Nephrite]

"Perhaps that is one of life's greatest lessons." Moore says as they go down the hall. "Or, rather, I should say: It is a lesson that some people take different teachings from."

[Anastasia]

Cresiel starts to speak, but you hear it. A jangle. A jangle of chains behind you, where only silence only was a moment ago.

[Nephrite]

Moore's ear twitches as he swings around to return to the head of the group to face whatever's coming.

"I wonder if it's the same type of thing we fought at the entrance." Moore says.

[Anastasia]

A great, muscled thing. A human with ebony black skin. Its eyes are gone, and from it comes tendrils of spiked chains, which wrap around its head and neck. It wears full armor below that, solid metal covering its body. It has no hair, its head covered in those spiked chains and deep, angry red patterns drawn on its head, the whirl of interlocked circles.

You have faced this enemy before.

"Again?" Jetina readies her blade.

"Again," Cresiel says, placing Seema down and back behind the party.

[Nephrite]

"We seek the Warden of this prison." Moore says. "The Guardian. We have already shown our determination, if you seek to imprison us here then you will fail."

I'm pretty sure we'll just go into Init but who knows.

[Anastasia]

The creature's answer is chains, no hesitation from it as...

Indeed, init.

[Nephrite]

[14:43] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+47 Moore
[14:43] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 65 > [d20=18]
[14:44] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+8+17 Xandra
[14:44] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 28 > [d20=3]
[14:44] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+7+17 Jetina
[14:44] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 39 > [d20=15]

Everyone gets +17.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+37 Cresiel
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 48 > [d20=11]
> roll 1d20+53 Sylvie
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 67 > [d20=14]
> roll 1d20+16 chained man
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 26 > [d20=10]

Init is Sylvie (67) > Moore (65) > Cresiel (48) > Jetina (39) > Xandra (28) > Chain Man (26)

Open, Sylvie will hold pending pixie boosts.