A neverending field

[Anastasia]

Dugarth is on Lifasa so this logically is happening there, whilst those two are off helping Malana. Unless you intend for them to world hop and do something.

[Corwin]

They're my go-to for anti-Auril efforts, and since they're troubleshooters they could divert. I just want to see if I have that option here or not.

I always walk at your side, Seira assures Dugarth. She would do what she can to avoid a battle between avatars on a Prime, but if Auril is actually limiting herself to preaching, Seira will make an appearance of her own.

[Anastasia]

Sure, if you want them to go. Just wanted to make sure you understood the situation.

Marianne and Lyris are enjoying a quiet day of rest. Marianne's looking out the window of her inn room, snowfall thick in the air. She sips a steaming hot cup of tea. Nearby Lyris tosses a dart up and down, always catching it safely. They sure don't look busy with anything else.

[Corwin]

She doesn't have many avatars, but Seira can devote a second to a task such as this! She materializes on Lifasa, properly prepared to argue her case against Auril!

[Anastasia]

The streets of this city are full of people who walk amid the snowstorm. The avatar of Auril wears a white, woolen robe with the hood up, and her words are as cold as a polar wind.

"Embrace the winter," she instructs, as she reaches up, snowflakes falling onto her hand. "Fear it, but use that fear to respect and honor it, not to flee from it. You cannot stop winter, it will always come."

[Corwin]

"Or you could keep yourself safe and warm, spending the time you're snowed in together with your loved ones," Seira muses, drawing upon the part of her that stands for Fire to extend that warmth to the crowd as her avatar's orange hair dances about her like a living flame. "We should take dangerous things seriously, so a call for respect is fairly spot on. But fear? Of something that mortal perseverance can deal with? That mortal ingenuity has found ways to deal with safely? Of something that, despite Auril's wishes, always comes to an end, giving way to spring, to thawing snows, to green fields and reemerging life?"

[Anastasia]

Give me a divine rank check here, you're directly competing with Auril's will that it be cold.

[Corwin]

22:35 <Seira> roll 1d20
22:35 <Penuche> Seira invokes Penuche's magic: < 11 > [d20=11]

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20 avatars
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 4 > [d20=4]

Heat spreads over the crowd as the speech pauses. Auril turns to you and with an inclination of her head she says, "Seira," in a chilly voice.

[Corwin]

"That's me~"

Taking a bow before the crowd, Seira cheerfully tells the gathered people, "Since some hardworking goddesses like to make life miserable for people to get you to submit, the least I can do is be twice as hardworking to let you all get on with your lives without that sort of meddling, wouldn't you say? After all, people are inherently decent!"

[Anastasia]

Gimme a Diplo check here? This is going to be an opposed one by Auril's check.

[Corwin]

22:53 <Seira> roll 1d20+76 (+2 vs men!)
22:53 <Penuche> Seira invokes Penuche's magic: < 95 > [d20=19]

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+72 (+30 competence, +10 insight, +15 ????, +3 ???, +5 winter's corona)
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 77 > [d20=5]

Auril's gaze is cold, "Yet winter always comes," she repeats, as if that says it all.

Yet your warmth draws them to you, seems to abate the snowstorm. Eyes are on you now, a chance for sure.

[Corwin]

"Yet spring follows it, and summer comes after that, and autumn eventually replaces it," Seira notes with a shrug. "Heat and cold. Wet seasons and dry seasons. The sun comes, bringing daylight with it! Selune chases it down, and day turns to night! I've yet to hear Selune or Lathander try to swindle mortals by pretending that once their time has come, it somehow became eternal. Most things in life are cyclical, so just how shameless must you be to say that once the wheel of seasons had reached winter, that's your stop and you'd like everyone in the grand caravan of life to stop in place with you, forever."

[Anastasia]

"Because it is inevitable," Auril declares coldly, "You can never escape winter." Her gaze is all on you now, focused on you. "The cycle defaults to the cold, and the northern winds are always but a moment away."