Temporal pixies

[Nephrite]

Moore simply continues to watch, his face stony.

Hope will triumph this day.

[Anastasia]

Akadi glances do you, a faint sense of disapproval as she sees your face. Huh.

Meanwhile the wind creature gusts away, into many gales that escape Synic to assail him from all sides. For a moment and another he's battered in all directions until he  raises his blade and swings, a circular assault that slices through all of them. This time there's a glint of the same radiance as before, before arcane fire again wracks the creature.

The winds begin to fade and silence falls.

> roll 1d100
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 39 > [d100=39]

It's over. Synic rises, looks about - and whirls to plunge his sword behind him. In that moment the mass of winds, shaped like a humanoid now, is impaled through the middle. Arcane fire erupts out to consume it, an unearthly cry like the wailing of a thousand spring time breezes.

Akadi merely looks on, and death is undone. The winds reform and flow into the flesh suit it left behind, intact before it collapses to the ground, breathing but out cold. Amid a new round of cheers, "It is decided," Akadi declares. "It is done this day."

A crunch as the armrest of Yan-C-Bin's chair cracks and snaps, lightning running up it to start a dozen fires along the wood.

Synic was something of a ringer here, an unexpected choice with the tools to do well. He auto passed a few rolls so it wasn't nearly as difficult a battle for him as for most others.

Canderella would've been the second best pick due to her expertise and her ability with storms, just FYI. If you could somehow morally justify it and get it past Sylvie, Calley would be third.

[Nephrite]

Moore's face relaxes from its stony facade as he breaks out into a smile and clap.

Since he's in a box, he can't extend a hand - not that he'd even take one, but...

He turns and nods in Yan-C-Bin's direction. "You brought a great champion to this. I know you do not care for it or care that I offer it, but you and your champion have my respect for their skill in battle." He says - honestly, in fact.

[Anastasia]

Yan-C-Bin looks at you with a twisted grimace, eyes blazing. He says not a word but instead is gone.

Akadi turns, and in a voice like a summer gust, "But you do not have leave to depart quite yet, Moore. Where did you find him?"

[Nephrite]

"It's a bit of a story." Moore admits with a smile. "I'm happy to share it."

She seems like she wants to hear it, so...

He will explain about the dragon and its state of undeath and that they came across Synic's spirit.

He'll leave out the Temporal compact part, though!

[Anastasia]

Okay, so just carefully excising that bit. Anything else?

[Nephrite]

He'll leave out the Empty Knight.

And the Other dragon at the end.

[Anastasia]

The tale is listened to. "That city," Akadi says with a note of disgust, "Continues to be a blight."

[Nephrite]

"You've... had dealings with it?" He asks, rather curious now.

[Anastasia]

"It once made its presence notable," Is all Akadi says to that, "Leave it a forgotten ruin."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "It will hopefully stay that way. I... apologize, if I have offended your court in any way with this experience."

[Anastasia]

Akadi's answer is for a small cloth bag to appear. "There is your prize, it is within. Keep the bag it lies in."

[Nephrite]

"As you will it, Lady Akadi." Moore says. "Hope's Landing welcomes anyone from Air if they wish to stop by."

[Anastasia]

At that, Akadi is gone, leaving you with the bag and your victory.

One more.

[Nephrite]

Moore will return home and see if there's anything special about the bag!