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Started by Anastasia, February 23, 2021, 11:27:47 PM

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Nephrite

Even now, there's a hint of doubt.

Is he really a "savior" of Lifasa? Yes, of course he is.

Even now, he has to remember all of this and see it through.

But he's not who he was then.

He isn't that person anymore.

Because there is always hope, even for him.


Anastasia

It pours in. The negotiations. The betrayal. Lifasa's pain. Everything you did.

The crushing guilt.

It sits there like a great, giant stone.

I'm being somewhat vague on the details so you can fill in little background details as you want.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"It's funny." Moore says, quietly, as he remembers - still looking up, his voice far away to himself.

"I could've been one of the nine traitors. I was so close to it... but I couldn't." A breath in and out. "Even with everything I did, after doing so much evil for my own greed... something at the end of all of it, I still felt so guilty. I felt the pressure of what was coming, I felt the knowledge of what I'd done weigh so heavily... there was no saving someone like me, nothing I could do would absolve me. It's a wonder that at that time I didn't fall to Shar." His voice trembles here - he knows what the next part is.

"It's funny, I've died a few times... but only once was by my own hands." He says as he lets out air - that he doesn't need.

"Creation was better off without me, I thought then." The words are sad, mournful. "But I couldn't have known that step was going to take me where it did."

Anastasia

"You won a better life and second chance, and you haven't let go of it yet," Xandra comes to you, rests her hand on your shoulder.

"No one's perfect," Sylvie agrees, "No wonder you won't give up hope. It's what you need more than anything, isn't it?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

A shake of his head.

"I'm stronger now for what happened." Moore says. "I can only hope and pray that everyone that died is in a better place now."

A turn to Sylvie and a small smile and a nod. "I don't ever want anyone to repeat my footsteps." He says. "Everyone needs hope."

Anastasia

"Just be grateful you got a second chance," Cresiel advises you, "'Not all do."

"This self hate, this misery," Sylvie goes on, "Do you think you can use it in our task?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"I know." Moore says. A glance to him. "I know you know that better than most, too."

A turn to Sylvie with a nod. "Yes. I can speak truthfully about the despair and hate that I held for myself and the world and how much it meant to finally find someone who would offer me a hand up out of my despair and hatred." He says, a smile forming slowly after that. "You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved... but everyone can be saved."

Anastasia

"Hold onto that," Sylvie agrees, "I think we're better prepared now."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore nods with a smile.

"So let's go over this one more time..." Moore says.

Outline-

Buff Palodes as much as they can, send him into the Abyss
*Maybe do something to distract Shar?
Have him contact the Hecatoncheries
Have him convince it to go to Elysium
They have their messages from The Empty Knight, Will, (Synic? Sisatar?), and Moore both about his fall, his redemption, his almost turning into an abomination (without super important details)
Maybe Moore can talk to him after this himself?
Hope for the best

If there's anything I'm mechanically missing here OOC now is the time to tell me.

He's open to IC options about Shar here.

Anastasia

"As for Shar, how do we distract her, and do we?" Kaja asks, "We can go make a ruckus somewhere, but it's transparent."

"More," Cresiel favors, "I think we had the right of it earlier. We can't stop her if she's willing to devote herself to this, so it may be better to save our own resources in case she makes a play."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"It's possible that she may not want to risk an avatar of herself against the Hecatoncheires. If she actually believed she could kill it, she would've tried by now." Moore says. "So there's the entire possibility that what she said was just a bluff to get us to overthink this."

A shake of his head follows. "I agree with Cresiel though, if she does show up then we'll just have to deal with her. This isn't the only opportunity we may have." He says. A look around. "Is there anything else to discuss on this for now? If not, I'll go speak to Lady Mystra and see what's going on there."

Anastasia

"I think we're fine for now," Xandra concludes, "Go."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"I'll be back shortly." He says, and with the oomph of some magic, he heads to Dweomerheart!

This obviously includes the customary knock and everything first.

Anastasia

You meet with Mystra in a quiet library, little ceremony here. Just peace as she greets you, "Enter, Moore," she invites.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore enters and flies forward to give the appropriate greeting of a customary kneel.

"Lady Mystra." Moore says simply, his head bowed.