Temporal pixies

[Anastasia]

You approach. At over a mile away a whisper of the wind roars in your ears, a strange combination.

'You meddle in affairs not your own,' Yan-C-Bin warns. 'Drunk on newfound power, captivated by your own importance.'

[Nephrite]

We are here in search of something. You may call it what you wish, but this land is not yours, you've only claimed it because it has interest to you. What you do with The Father's remnants is not why we're here.

[Anastasia]

'I have claimed all that is here,' The voice challenges back. 'The remnants of this cannibal will be destroyed and the treasures are mine.'

[Nephrite]

What we seek is nothing without the other parts anyway, so it'd be of no use to you. I'd like this to end amicably, with us taking what we're here for and not trying to stop you or whatever the rest of your plans are.

If you choose to stand in our way then the only thing that happens is you find out how strong 'newfound' deities respond when someone stands in their way pointlessly.

It is you who have caged something that used to be free on Air, so which of us do you think is being watched?

Can they realistically fight him...? Well, they may not have a choice, but they're about as strong as they can get with magic and his bardic music...

[Anastasia]

Are you trying to be scary or diplomatic here?

[Nephrite]

The -intent- is diplomatic.

[Anastasia]

Give me Diplomacy, -60 modifier. You at least have a theoretical chance here.

[Nephrite]

I suppose I should go for an exploding crit...

But that's a 5% chance, so no.

Take 10 for 92. All those bardic musics help a lot with this sort of thing.

[Anastasia]

You feel scorn, wordless and deep.

So that is what it was.

Yan-C-Bin's scorn immediately stops.

I see it now. Yes. You have two other parts of it, Moore? Three?

[Nephrite]

Two. The last part is within Danaxmos.

He has no reason to lie or to hide anything at this point.

[Anastasia]

And you now have one piece?

A simple sense of agreement from Yan-C-Bin, no other words.

It is my piece now. You both have 24 hours. Find and choose a mortal champion - anything but a deity, avatar or proxy shall suffice. You may not empower them, they may only empower themselves by their own abilities. They shall duel under my eye, and the winner shall have all three pieces of the Wheel.

Yan-C-Bin is silent, seething anger like lightning bolts held at bay. Yet you can smell ozone and hear the crackle of them, as if the tornado is about to give birth to storms.

What if we wish to decline your terms?

With mirth and laughter from it? Then you shall be banished from Air and beyond the grasp of the piece of the Wheel that I now own. This is my decree, now leave and prepare. None of you have reason to be in this cursed land any further, unless you wish to be destroyed along with it.

24 hours. Come to my realm and my palace with your champion. Choose wisely.

[Nephrite]

So it shall be. Moore says.

Assuming they can just... magic out of there they will, but I assume they have to travel to do so.

[Anastasia]

Sylvie doesn't hesitate a second. She turns and flees, fast as she can and away from the island. After a moment Cresiel follows, as does Jetina.

Cresiel lingers a moment, blade out. Just a moment.

"Cresiel," Xandra murmurs softly.

"I know. Suicide is never the answer," he says, as the great tornado is gone as well, simply absent from this place now. "For a stand here would be nothing but, even if we must endure the whims of the winds." He turns, sheathes his sword and follows.

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles to Cresiel.

"Don't worry, I have a plan." He says, as they proceed along.,

[Anastasia]

Thus you flee - and as you do, the winds come. Tornadoes that are just as big as Yan-C-Bin was, bladed storms that slice into earth like butter. Hundreds of them come forth in an army's wrath, ripping into stone and worse.

Sylvie glances back once and picks up her pace, "Before it gets worse," she calls loudly, "I think we're clear to head home!"

And a moment later she's gone, followed by Xandra and then all the rest.