A blessed homefront

[Anastasia]

"...yes." A bitter, bitter sound. "My prayers were answered."

[Ebiris]

"Some prayer," Marie says. "So go on, don't make us pull your teeth. What's the full story?"

[Anastasia]

The slither of steel. Weapons are drawn, all eyes on him as one declares, "Who cares? We got a reason for a good killin'."

Antenora sighs, "Would you?" she asks Marie, waving a hand. "So we can hear the fool's words?"

[Ebiris]

Marie growls.

It's a very scary dragon-y kind of growl, the kind you'd expect to hear from a much larger wyrm!

[15:57] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+60 intimidate
[15:57] <Kobot> Ebiris rolled 1d20+60 intimidate --> [ 1d20=7 ]{67}

"Let the wyrmling speak, I've been drawn in too much to leave questions unanswered now."

[Anastasia]

In spite of the anger, Marie's presence is sufficient to check them. Something about her makes them back off, silence afterwards.

"I...p-prayed to her. Made a sacrifice and I heard her voice. She said my prayer would be granted. The next day it happened." His voice is choked, a struggle.

[Ebiris]

This still a 'pulling teeth' conversation isn't it?

"What did you sacrifice and what did you pray for specifically?"

[Anastasia]

A low growl from another, "Maralea, wasn't it? You sick fuck!" The one who let you in has to be restrained, growling like an animal.

"Maralea. A tiefling." Is his answer, "I prayed for all that wronged me here to be punished. That they deserve nothing more than pain and oblivion." His voice is hollow now, dead. "I got everything I prayed for. When it was over, I heard her again and she said that she'll see me when it's done now, because I'm one of h-hers. Stay here and watch the death throes of this place, that was her command. That I had pleased her."

[Ebiris]

"Idiot, pray to Bahamut or Tiamat first if you must for that kind of thing," Marie says. "So did this Empty Gale say anything to you while she was here carving everyone else up?"

If Zyvlyn just got sent here to answer a prayer there's no reason to expect she's anywhere on Ice still. It's possible rebuilding the place might lure her back to ensure the death throes happen according to plan, but it's a long shot and a big time investment.

[Anastasia]

Yes. I'm tempted to reveal myself and give him the opportunity to atone, while he is still wounded by his own evil and not yet callous to what he did. However, let's see if we can squeeze anything else out first. Direct him, in this state he may miss something unless guided to it.

[Ebiris]

Marie waits for an answer to her verbal question while she and Antenora have this godspeak-telepathy back and forth.

[Anastasia]

"Only at the end," Is what he says, "That this was a good warmup before she goes after Cyronax"

[Ebiris]

Marie laughs. "Alright. Nice bit of destruction around here but no Empty Gale's going to be taking on an archomental."

[Anastasia]

It does smack of casual misdirection.

As if she may strike against someone who opposes the Archomental instead.

"Hope not," A few mutters at that while meanwhile the dragon looks on, empty.

[Ebiris]

So do you want to stick around to rebuild this place and see if she comes back? We could delegate it to avatars but I'm not sure they'd win a fight, and it's not really pressuring her to call in support like we need to do. Don't forget she's just the bait.

[Anastasia]

No. There's little point to it, you're right. But there is one thing. Also, if he hasn't already, we should ensure Cyronax hears word of her bragging. We lose nothing if we let the truth of what a Sharran said reach the Archomental.

"One matter," Antenora speaks up. "Hair, blood, a finger nail. Did she leave any part of herself?"

"I think she bled once," One speaks up, "Down by the old Snow Tower."