It is a quiet and subdued Jetina who goes with you as you return back to Hope's Landing. Forces are about but no sign of a battle as you return and...
Go ahead and refresh me on the efreet golem stuff, so we're both on the same page here?
From here: http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,104239.msg1134133.html#msg1134133
If we were able to transport the golems back to Hope's Landing, the idea would be to get the souls out of them so they can do whatever souls do. Not sure if Celestia would have any desire for the golems themselves, or would want to try and awaken them or what have you. If not, we'll just get the supplies from breaking them down or just sell them.
There were books and scrolls and things that Moore was going to look through, but as was stated at the time it was going to take time to go through IC.
"We're finished with the golems," Xandra reports, "They will be liberated and converted to normal golems. We are welcome to claim one for Hope's Landing, if we wish to have one of them."
"Something about the spider golem doesn't sit right with me, so we'll just keep the stone golem." Moore says. "I need to go through his texts and things to find out if there's anything of any interest... anything else come up from there?"
"That's the main thing," Xandra says.
Okay, add note of the stone golem to somewhere relevant so it's not forgotten, Moore.
Moore nods. "His other valuables can be dealt with by Celestia, we have no need to turn any of them in for anything." He says, then he takes a breath. "Can you get everyone together? We have a lot to talk about."
Xandra does just that, and...
Who do you want here?
Cresiel, Kaja, Jetina, Xandra. We'll go to Moore's room! It might be a tight fit, but we'll manage.
Wood can also come.
Getting everyone there is easy enough - except Wood, who is napping in a quiet corner and simply refuses to get up.
Thus you all gather in this quiet place, the room too full but manageable, a pixie sized room ill meant for a solar. Cresiel sits, head still rather close to the ceiling. Xandra and Jetina sit next to each other, while Kaja sits by the window, back resting against the foot of your bed.
Go ahead and set up here, expo pixie. Make Afina the expo pixie proud.
"My apologies for the tight space. I didn't think a trip to the Bridge of Al-Sihal was needed for this. Since this place is protected by Lord Zaphkiel, I can assume the same protections remain here in this room." Moore says.
He clears his throat. "I don't think I need to say this, but I will anyway: What I am about to say does not leave this room under any circumstances. I do not even know how much of this I should share with Lord Erathaol, thought I assume Lord Zaphkiel will inform him."
Another breath as he considers his words. He shuts his eyes for a moment, then opens them. "Jetina and I met with two others, Ladies Seira and Alicia -- I believe you are familiar with them both. They also have received the boon of strengthening bonds, like us. I learned of the identity of the two other groups that make up five, one is Alyssa, who I am not familiar with, but the other is an irrigo named Tryll who I met in Aurora."
He pauses for a moment before he continues. "I suppose that isn't really the important part. The important part is Jetina and I met Io. In the... flesh, I suppose, if you could call it that. He gave us more information about why we're being empowered and to what end. We are intended to be hope to fight against not just Shar, but..."
He glances over at a window for a moment, to the Light outside.
"A moment, please." Moore says as he looks up towards the ceiling. "I apologize for invoking You in such a way, but I think You understand." He says.
Using Miracle to ask for Zaphkiel to ensure the room is completely safe to discuss Ao, or to just give him a sign that it's safe to do so. He's not terribly clear on the details of that so he's just making 1000000% sure he doesn't end up in the Beyond with Antenora.
That's fair.
You don't even manage to begin to cast. Light flows brightly from above, a feeling of safety, peace and security filling the room.
"That is -!" Xandra murmurs, looking up and out the window, everyone doing the same. The light of Chronias shines down, blanketing all below in an endless radiance.
Moore closes his eyes. "Thank you." He murmurs.
He turns back to the others. "Again, I will repeat this: Do not, under any circumstances utter any word of this outside of this room. The only being you should discuss this with is Lord Zaphkiel himself -- but I would just stay safe and not even talk about it. If we need to discuss it, we can talk here in this room of it."
A pause before he continues. "The true enemy beyond all else is Ao, the Incarnation of Chaos. I do not know the specifics behind why, or what exactly happened with the Three Incarnations, but due to the lack of the Incarnation of Law, Ao has... I suppose the way to put it would be to tilt things. Somehow or another it seems like he... well, I hate to say 'he,' as it's an Incarnation, but Ao has had a hand in empowering Shar. Beyond defeating Shar, I believe a key in the fight against him will be finding Sylvie and finding 21." Moore says.
Cresiel smiles. "Chaos, is it? Always the problem comes back to chaos."
Xandra is silent, head bowed.
"So you want us to get into god slaying," Kaja says, a hiss of flame spilling out from his mouth after. "Empty graves are all that remain of god slayers, I find, garnished with broken ambitions."
"It's true, and Moore speaks the truth. We have no choice but to go forward with it, because if we don't...none of this will continue." Shaking her head, "After all I saw, I have no doubt it is true and it is our burden to bear."
"I'm surprised at you, Kaja." Moore says, with a smile and a look of false shock. "I would've thought you were the type to jump at the chance to take on a strong opponent. At any rate, we're not challenging Ao today, tomorrow, or anytime soon. Our goals, right now, remain the same. We continue to work for the betterment of those around us, continue in our campaign against the efreet and against Shar, and continue to make ourselves stronger." Moore says.
He clears his throat. "To that end, there is more to discuss. I do not know how she factors into this, but I tell you all this because it may become relevant. Pale Night, the leader of the demons, comes from a place called the Beyond, or the Far Realm." Moore says, with a look over at Xandra. "I have a feeling you may be a bit more familiar with..."
He trails off for a moment, looking at Xandra. He pauses, blinks, as if he's suddenly found a solution to a puzzle he never knew he had the pieces for. "...made whole." He says, his voice barely a whisper. "That's... what you can do, isn't it? You can use that power against creatures from Beyond."
Kaja growls, "I'm not in the mood for suicide missions," he says, "At least not that grandly."
Meanwhile Xandra keeps her head bowed, "Aberrations are not of Beyond, but I have never meant what Creation commonly thinks of aberrations." she admits, "But." A full pause here, "I have never known why I have been trained such, only that I am not to tell others of the direct truth until the time is right. Of my music, my true tutor has been the light itself."
Moore nods. "Then, to follow that line, I will make it known to all of you the process under which Antenora became what we would call a divinity. I do not know the details, but there is a process that we commonly refer to as 'Becoming One,' that is effectively the same as ascending to divinity within Creation's rules, except this ascension happens outside of them." Moore says.
He gestures all around at this. "It's a process where you become fully what you are, the very embodiment of 'you,' but you do it in the Beyond. It is a process that I will likely attempt myself sometime soon. Io gave us a text that will help with it, that currently Lady Seira is utilizing. Once they are done, then we can peruse it." He says.
He clears his throat after that. "Xandra, I think you will be a key player there. My understanding is that the Words both you and I use are 'whole,' which has a much deeper meaning in the Beyond than here. Is that something you can shed light ..." He breathes in through his nose, then clears his throat. "If there's an explanation beyond the one I have, I think now may be the time for it. If it isn't something you feel you can share yet, that's fine."
"A moment," Xandra asks, as meanwhile Cresiel eyes you.
"This does raise many other questions," Cresiel says, "So many questions."
"Yeah, I went through that. Still got enough of them," Jetina adds, a wry smile. "At least I'm slowly wrapping my head around some of this."
"Well, while Xandra is considering, let me add one more piece to the mix. We were granted the use of a divine seed there as well. We have the ability to raise anyone within our node to divinity -- or it can be used on myself after I become One, though I am... admittedly not sure what happens at that point, but I believe you can be both 'divine' and 'One' at once."
A sharp exclamation at that from Kaja, "You have such a treasure?!"
"It's true," Jetina says, "Even one of us could ascend with it. It's a tremendous responsibility and opportunity."
"Yes." Moore confirms. "I don't know what sort of real responsibility goes into being divine, but... it isn't one that any of us should take lightly. It is a huge responsibility. While we're on the subject, what questions do you all have from what I've told you?" Moore asks.
"Why all of us?" Cresiel asks, "I will not shirk my duty, but for such a titanic thing, I would wish to understand why."
"I do not know." Moore admits. "But I think Io, Zaphkiel and one other, known as the Arbiter, put their faith and their own hope for Creation into us five. Thus, we all set out and managed to draw in those around us, like light in a murky bog -- to better all of ourselves and to find a better future." He says.
"I know that Io himself empowered Alyssa, whereas it seems like Zaphkiel sponsored me. It's... a bit humbling to hear, I admit, but it does nothing to dampen my spirits of the accomplishments we've made." Moore says.
"We must not let that lead to ego or pride," Cresiel declares, "We are the chosen tools, but we are still tools."
Kaja grunts at that, "Okay, so did Io part with any other treasure to help? This is going to be expensive."
"Why yes, in fact." Moore says. "Although it mostly ended up being things we can use." He says. He withdraws the tome he created, as well as the flute.
"So, Jetina got some new armor." Moore says with a gesture to her. He waves the flute in the air for a moment. "This is called Horizon's Flute. When I'm playing it, you can succeed at anything you do. Not 100% anything, but... more or less anything reasonable. This book will lead us to another treasure that we can utilize." Moore adds. "And in addition to that, I have notes on several magic spells that were created there that I think we could trade knowledge for."
"I was wondering why I want to listen to your voice all day," Kaja glances over, "I didn't want to be impolite."
"Really?" Jetina blushes hotly, reddening as Cresiel smiles.
"As did I, but it did not seem pressing," Cresiel says, "I assumed it would be addressed here."
"Well, ah...thank you." Jetina clears her throat, "I like the change."
"Oh, right, that." Moore laughs. "I forgot about your voice getting better."
He clears his throat. "There were other items that the rest of the groups took as well, but these are ours to use as we see fit. I'd like to find a way to put this flute to real use... maybe..." He looks off to the side. "Maybe I can use it with the notes...? Hmm. I'll think about that. Anyway, any other questions?"
"How do you forget when it sounds like that?" Kaja stares right at you.
"Does this impact the war?" Xandra finally looks up, "Or at least our participation in it?"
"I'm a pixie, I'm used to hearing charming voices." Moore says with a smile. He turns to Xandra. "No, I think we continue to participate in it. If the Efreet somehow win against Celestia, we would be in a terrible situation, so we will continue to fight them as we have."
"That is good," Xandra says slowly, "Moore, can you tell me more what you have learned about making things whole?"
"Io experimented to better understand the Beyond. He created a dragon that had the power of Beyond, which we all were able to shape into a being of Creation." Moore explains. "Well, sort of." He looks at Jetina with a smile.
"Um... so, this creature, we never got her name, so I'm just going to refer to her as the Beyond Dragon, she... spoke to us, with..." Moore takes in a breath. "I don't know how to explain it. ...Actually, I'll do my best."
Moore gestures, to try his best to emulate the type of words that the Beyond Dragon used.
Using Permanent Image to try and get the visual and auditory elements to match the slidy words as best he can, and to recreate the conversation.
Gimme a CL check, I guess.
[21:06] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+31
[21:06] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 43 > [d20=12]
It's like trying to create flying lettuce that loops around backwards while casting a fireball. Utterly nonsensical and yet you manage something reasonably close to it.
Kaja groans and holds his head after looking at it.
Xandra studies it closely, "That poor thing," she murmurs.
It really is like using his anarchic powers, isn't it?
"I... somehow managed to make sense of how she was talking." Moore says. "I don't know that I can emulate it myself, but she said that all words from Beyond were 'whole,' and that the other way we were talking, including with divine will, were 'dead.' It seemed like she was trying to say that somehow words used in Beyond had some sort of power - and to that, she also said that my use of the Words of Creation were 'whole.'" Moore adds.
This may matter, so could you link the exact post(s) that you have in mind here?
http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,104237.msg1135520.html#msg1135520 <-- this is where she referred to his words as whole.
http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,104237.msg1135473.html#msg1135473 and here's where she's saying the words are still / dead.
"What an amazing thing to say," Xandra murmurs in response.
"I thought of you the whole time we were talking to her, I admit." Moore says. "Actually, if you want, she may still be there, if you'd like to go and speak with her."
"Not now, but soon," Xandra replies after a few moments, "Not yet." She meets your gaze, "We all have a roll to play in this, Moore."
"Very well. Does that mean you'd prefer we table further discussion on this topic until then?" Moore asks, dismissing the images.
"For the moment," Xandra confirms. "There is also still a war to fight. Let us not lose sight of that."
"Only a war," Cresiel declares, "A mere distraction for us with what we know now."
This gets a sharp, flaming snort from Kaja, "A mere war, he says."
Moore nods. "That's fine. I can take you all to Io at any time, if you have questions you would like him to answer." He says. "I believe that's everything there was to discuss." He looks over at Jetina. "Did I forget anything?"
"No, that's the highlights," Jetina says, "Unless we choose to elevate one of us, but we already talked about that."
Moore nods. "So, then, for now, I think we continue as we have. If Lord Zaphkiel wishes for my role in all of this to change, I am sure He will let me know." He says. "So, that brings us to this."
He holds up the tome he created.
"It'd be cheating for me to absorb all the knowledge in this, so I need some time to read it, but this is going to be our next adventure." Moore says. "...Oh, I didn't even think about asking, how long were we gone? It only felt like a few hours to me."
"About the same - and what is in that book?" Cresiel asks, shifting a bit in the small room.
"I was given the ability to create whatever I wanted, so I created something that would guide us to the pieces of Temman's Wheel." Moore says.
"Oh, that will be a worthy quest, if the war doesn't interfere," Kaja speaks up now, "Refresh me on what that is?"
Jetina laughs lightly, a beautiful sound. "It's a powerful magical item. I believe that's all a great big dragon needs to know."
"It's something that lets you teleport, even through things that block it." Moore says. "At least, that's what the rumors say."
"May they come true," Jetina muses, "We've learned so much and there's so much to do."
The bond between yourself and Jetina is felt, a bright and sudden pulse. You feel power surge along it, bolstering her, resonating.
Node update, go read.
Moore smiles at Jetina. "Oh, by the way, that power apparently comes from Lord Zaphkiel." He says.
"At any rate, I'll look through this book and see if there's anything easy for us to go accomplish... there probably isn't since one of the pieces is on Fire. But we'll see." He says. "Come get me if anything comes up."
As congratulations are given...
Going to study that book, then?
I am.
Just so I'm clear on it, link me to your post where you shaped and influenced the book?
http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,104237.msg1136260.html#msg1136260
You begin to read, taking in the first parts of it. More remains after this.
Water - where is the door?
Deep in a flooded palace lies a single door, a forgotten place that opens to endless stairways. Ereshin Palace lies amid arctic flows and frozen rivers, a glittering place of ice and coral. A sealed world, a sealed place, only the blood of the marid can open the way.
Beware the great hunters there, the devourers grown strong on the magic of the fallen palace. Beware the magic that guards the lost treasures of an empire. Seek this last door and be able to break the chains that seal it from the side of the endless stairways.
Well, no one on their team fits that bill, so it's likely he'll have to ask the Padisha for aid.
He makes some notes on this and continues to read!
Thus you read more, more to go.
Fire - fear the war.
Rifts. A place of half cooled, half erupting lava stone, where plumes of flame and lava erupt from the ground. Rifts form here, great sprays of water larger than Aurora itself opening to spray millions of gallons of water at a time. Steam is everywhere, so hot and scalding as to boil a man alive. Over the ages it has grown taller and taller, a vast set of semi solid fire and lava caves growing from this endless war.
Find the lost house within. Beware the war. Beware the war that is raged there between the elements.
So it's somehow not in Steam, but Water still has influence there? Interesting.
More notes, as he reads on.
Yet more read, with more to go, but less now.
Air - at the lakeshore.
A great lake of molten metal, steaming hot. It drifts through the empty Air. A space of solid metal surrounds it, jagged and broken - but intact on one far edge is a throne, battered, chipped and intact. The surviving head of a roaring lion is atop it, cracked.
What was lost from Valgadda, which is no more, can be found only in the light of dawn. Beware what remains, for the lake is not barren of life.
What in the world is... ...
Moore takes a breath and makes more notes, then continues on.
He would have never found this stuff on his own!
Earth - at the carnivore.
Earth. A vast hollow. It is filled with one gigantic thing of blue-gray scales, no body, just a blobby, scaled thing. Thousands of tendrils that end in mouths snake out countless miles and miles, reaching out to devour all around it. Earth is devoured. Metal is consumed. Gems are eaten. Earth elementals are sucked down and no more. Dao, travelers, mortals, spirits - all are consumed as well, consumed and for each one? The tendrils grow a little stronger, a little longer, reaching out yet further.
It rests within that great beast, that engine of endless consumption.
"...Well, that's bad." Mooer says quietly.
Perhaps Crystalle will know more about that one.
Just to be thorough, he looks to see if there's anything else in the book that he overlooked or if there's anything afterwards!
On the last page, there is but a single sentence.
The wheel is powerful, but be wary of the wheel and what it can do.
"Sensible." Moore says. He puts the book on his shelf and goes to check on other matters. He may not be doing anything today, but he still has duties to attend to!
He doesn't have anything on his list of things to do, but if he's going anywhere it'll be the next day.
Gimme a d100.
[13:42] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[13:42] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 31 > [d100=31]
A few hours of rest pass. After everything you sit back and think - which drifts to a gentle reverie of sleep. You dream of forgotten things and glowing seeds, lost in -
"Moore!" Grias calls, shaking all about right besides you, calling out loudly.
"Waaaah!" Moore shouts as he sits up. "Wa...wha... oh, Grias! What is it? Is everything okay?" Moore asks, hurriedly.
"Ah, you have a visitor," Grias explains, "One who wishes to see you very much."
"...We've really got to work on your urgency skills." Moore says with a small smile. "All right, I'll go see them."
A little bit of Prestidigitation to clean up his hair and clothes and Moore's off to go meet with whomever this is!
Switching aura to charisma, just in case he needs to be extra diplomatic.
Sitting with Cresiel is a familiar face. The two are talking - she wears a simple green travel dress, hair kept back and out of her face. They share a simple meal of fruit and honey, talking of shops and battles, of war and magic. Queen Ilsenine is here, turning to you with a gentle smile as you see her.
Moore stops for a moment -- he ought to have expected this!
He straightens his posture up as he flies over to give her a half bow and a warm smile. "Your Majesty, it is good to see you." He says as he moves to take a seat next to her.
With an almost smile, Cresiel rises and silently excuses himself - and pulls along Grias, who wildly bobs as he's taken away, "Bu-" is all you hear before the door closes.
"War," Queen Ilsenine says, a simple word saying it all.
"Ours, or yours?" Moore asks honestly as he reaches for a glass. "I'm still a bit surprised the efreet are even trying to have a war with Celestia, I admit. There's really no way they can win it, and posturing just for the sake of that will lead them to enormous losses in the end."
"Yours," Queen Ilsenine says, "You go to war again, after knowing peace for so short a time. Lifasa still barely knows peace, still barely understands freedom. Yet you march off again into conflict." She meets your gaze, "Afina refuses to rest, either, and Crystal only does because of the baby inside of her."
Moore smiles as he sips his drink, though his expression hardens slightly.
"Even if it wasn't war, it would be something else." Moore admits. "Without this, it'd be fighting against the denizens of Hell, or of Shar, or of something else. It is simply not time for me to rest yet. I will not shirk my duties to make Creation a better place for everyone... but nor will I just mindlessly follow a call for something I do not believe in." Moore adds. "If that is your concern -- that you think this a fool's errand, I can only say that I think you know better than anyone what the stakes of striving for the freedom of the powerless is."
"I did not think you would come home," Ilsenine says, "Even if I dreamed. I came to see you, to...have memories, in case the worst happens." she admits, closing her eyes.
Moore smiles. "I can't imagine the burden that sits on your shoulders, to have two different worlds to worry about. I was thinking of trying to find a way that we could see each other more regularly." He says, reaching over to pat her hand gently. "I was thinking of something like a mirror that we could talk on a regular basis and see each other, and perhaps use it to be able to transport to each other."
A pause as he considers for a moment. "I'm sorry, I haven't really been very thoughtful of your feelings in all of this. I didn't want to burden you with everything going on here, since I know you've had your own burdens to deal with." Moore says.
"We both have our burdens," Ilsenine says, softly. She smiles when you pat her hand, "Do you ever think you'll stop fighting?"
"Yes." Moore says. "I can already see a future in which Creation is saved and there's no need to fight further. I don't think it ends with Her Majesty's Dream becoming reality, or every soul entering Chronias, but I know there's a future with peace in it."
Ilsenine hugs you at that, no words - just listening and holding you.
Moore smiles and just hugs her back for right now.
It's too bad she isn't part of his node, but... if she knew everything, she'd be even more burdened than she is now.
It's peaceful like this, holding one another. It's restful in a way, just reassuring. No words, just peace. After all of today's revelations, it is soothing.
Moore has no reason to rush things -- so he stays quiet himself and enjoys some peace.
After some minutes of this, "Would if I could aid you," Ilsenine finally says, "But I cannot be away from court overly long. Lifasa needs me."
"I know." Moore says softly. "You need not feel guilty on my behalf. I will find a way to visit you more reliably soon, if for nothing else than conversation. Make sure Lady Skye stays out of trouble, all right? That one can be a real party animal." He says with a grin.
A chuckle at that, "That I promise, Moore. I am thankful she has no more access to fey nip."
A snort at that. "I admit, I can't even imagine." He says. "Contact me if you need anything, all right? I may be here fighting, but I think of Lifasa as my home, too."
"I vow I will," Ilsenine flutters up, "Be safe, Moore. Be safe."
"I promise I will be." Moore says.
He has every confidence that he will be, after all!
Anything else to do today or going to move to tomorrow, assuming no interrupts?
Let's move to the next day.
d100 for me.
[22:00] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[22:00] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 35 > [d100=35]
The next morning over a simple breakfast, "Sir Moore," Grias reports, "We have intelligence reports about the war. It's all reprisals across the planes right now, no serious action on Fire or Celestia. Though...Intelligence suggests Baator is officially joining the battle, as well as the possibility of several reinforcements from yugoloths. The reasoning why isn't clear, nor is it confirmed."
"I'm sure they want any chance they can get to make a statement about Hell." Moore says with a scoff as he bites into some toast. "Well, that's fine, because I'm sure there will be those that enter the war just to see Hell smashed as well."
"Yes, a few small planar bands have come to Celestia to render aid, and doubtless the efreet gather the same," Grias says, "It only makes sense...and that's what the information report said. So! Will you be staying here or going out today?"
Remind me, were we still instructed to stay in Celestia by Barachiel? I can't remember if that was still A Thing.
Worth clarifying.
"Oh, and Moore, here," Grias says, levitating over a scroll. "It's from Lord Barachiel."
"Thank you." He says as he reads the scroll!
It is orders. You are to remain in Celestia and ready for battle, though you may petition Lord Barachiel or Lord Erathaol to leave. Permission will be granted depending on the situation.
That's what it says when stripped of everything else, anyway.
Moore will then use his new Sending Crystal ... he really needs to come up with a fancier name for it... to contact Erathaol!
'Lord Erathaol. I have come into some knowledge of the location of an artifact known as Temman's Wheel. I would like to begin recovering the pieces in earnest. If there's something pressing you think would require us, it can wait. My first stop was to be to Lord Crystalle of Mineral in hopes of gaining more information on the piece in Earth.'
The answer is simple.
'Go.'
Being a connected, elite agent has its perks. As does having the ear of one of the Hebdomad.
'You have my thanks.' Moore says. He also knows that if he's needed, a portal will likely just open up in front of him.
He goes to collect the others to explain the plan!
The plan is pretty simple!
We're going to all go see Crystalle and go together in case some stupid assholes try and jump us.
No prep needed for this except Moore's regular assortment of spells which include Mind Blank on himself.
The return to Mineral is peaceful. There are no obstacles for you to come forth, an audience granted to you without any great difficulty. Yet there is another there - an angel with two wings, clad in armor of silver, or perhaps mithral. "Then I will take your leave, for Duke Moore arrives," he declares, hair a soft white, matching his wings. His expression is serious, bowing to you, "Duke," he says, "To victory."
"Victory," Cresiel says, quietly.
"Travel well," Xandra bids.
Kaja just looks around, takes it in, fingers occasionally twitching but no more.
"Thank you, Lord Crystalle," Jetina steps forward.
You know you can't just introduce nameless NPCs without me asking who they are! K:P for 91.
Moore gives a bow himself. "I apologize if we're interrupting anything." He says.
You do not know him by name, but you know what he is. He is an Elemental Guardian, a powerful monadic devas who sees to various Heavenly interests across the elemental planes. Rare and powerful, they are elite agents. They're also obscure, as they tend to be deep in the most obscure aspects of the elemental planes.
"None needed," The angel replies, "I'll not cause you to tarry any longer."
"Light's wisdom be with you." Moore says before he turns to address the abode as usual.
"Lord Crystalle, I have come to you seeking information on something. For whatever it's worth, it has nothing to do with the war." Moore offers, a small smile afterwards. "I am seeking information on... some sort of monster, an aberration or something more, that I believe to exist within Earth and perhaps part of Mineral. It is an enormous, carnivorous thing with many mouths and tentacles. I've not heard of such a thing before, but as it resides near your boarders, I thought you may be familiar with it." He explains.
"Curious. Do you have an image of it?" Crystalle asks. "An illusion will do."
"I do not, just this description," Moore begins as he clears his throat. "'It is filled with one gigantic thing of blue-gray scales, no body, just a blobby, scaled thing. Thousands of tendrils that end in mouths snake out countless miles and miles, reaching out to devour all around it.'" He says. "It apparently has eaten elementals and dao as well, so even if you may not be familiar with whatever it is, perhaps if there have been any places where you know things have gone missing...?"
"That is the Danaxmos," Crystalle says, "Thought to have been slain eons ago, a creation of Ogremoch's clergy from a vial of Grumbar's blood."
"Thought," Kaja speaks up, "Which means someone's playing a con game."
"Hardly the first time," Jetina speaks up, "How better to hide something than make everyone think it's dead and buried? Especially if it may be kin to you and you have no wish for it to perish."
Moore nods. "Thank you, Lord Crystalle. We intend to slay it, for a variety of different reasons... is there anything you can tell us about it that might aid us?" He asks. "I imagine us attacking it may not go unnoticed, but... well, I have a sinking suspicion that something like that could be unleashed in the middle of this war, so I'd rather be rid of it anyway, regardless of any reprisals we may face."
"It can devour anything," Crystalle says, "But it showed a preference for meat and creatures. It is as hard to break as diamond, though magic can be more effective."
"Do you know if weapons are safe to use against it, or does it corrode them even if you just strike it?" Moore asks.
"I believe weapons are safe to use against it, so long as it doesn't eat them, but it prefers meat," Crystalle says.
"Now it's the simple matter of actually finding it." Moore says with a grin. "I will try some divinations, now that we know who we're up against. If I find anything of note when it is defeated that belongs to you or to the people of Earth, I will bring it back here."
A soft chiming sound is heard across the room and...
Do you have anything else to add here?
Nope, we will go back and see if a Divination will work. Specifically:
'Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego Danaxmos'
But I am going to guess it will fail. If so, I will try with a different one, but I will wait to hear the results of this one.
For reference, I get the highest chance of success (90%) with Divination.
I will note the gold deductions once finished, so far 25.
Go back home, you mean? Just to be clear.
Yes, apologies, go back to Hope's Landing.
Done and done.
Unsurprisingly, the divination flat fails.
You don't just disappear for eons without a little bit of help, after all. However, perhaps...
'Where on Earth was the last dao eaten?'
That can't be that common of a thing to happen, can it...?
Gimme a d100, I suppose? I mean, it can happen otherwise.
[12:58] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[12:58] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 53 > [d100=53]
You get a reply this time: Seek Ban's Point.
50 gold so far.
Take 10 on K:P for 91, do I know anything relevant about Ban's Point?
You recall something about it, some obscure little thing near a former settlement of Abanan.
You know I'm just going to ask about Abanan now, right? 91 on K:P for that place.
You dimly recall Abanan is a failed settlement. Dreadfully obscure, it was wiped out in a cave in mostly, though a few houses remain and are sometimes used by travelers or wanderers.
Well, if it's in a cave on Earth, that... yes, could very well be it, he thinks.
Hm, but maybe...?
He decides to try the coin he always forgets about and flips it into the air, and says quietly, 'We will find Danaxmos when we go to Ban's Point.'
It probably won't actually work, but it's worth a shot!
In case you forgot, like I always do, it's the coin that shows heads if something is true and tails if not.
The coin lands on tails.
...Hmm.
He stares at the coin for a few moments, before he leans down to pick it up.
"Danaxmos is alive." He says. Might as well try something straight-forward...
The coin lands perfectly on its side....wobbles...and falls. Heads.
"What in the world is this thing...?" Moore murmurs to himself. How does it get around things like... nevermind.
He takes a breath as he considers for a moment.
"But how I...?" He says as he taps a finger on his desk.
Hmph.
"Danaxmos is on Earth." He says. May as well specify that part too...
The coin is flipped and lands on its side. This time it stays on its side.
"...Interesting. So the protections only work when it comes to Earth...? Or maybe, only his location...?" Moore murmurs.
"Grumbar could help locate Danaxmos." Moore says and flips the coin.
The coin flips and lands on heads.
"As I expected." Moore says.
Take 10 for 91 on K:P, are there any diplomatic endeavors I should prepare for before just going over there? He could send word but doesn't want to just be presumptuous as to how to handle it.
Well, as an agent of Celestia and after that little faux pas with the marid? Checking in with Barachiel for the diplomatic end of it is rather obvious.
You would bring that up.
In that case, it's a Sending Stone time!
'Lord Barachiel, I would seek your guidance on a matter. I have need to speak to Lord Grumbar of Earth and I would like to avoid any further diplomatic incidents -- could we speak on this at your earliest convenience?'
Be nice, that was being a kindly DM there.
Such a thing does exist. Really.
'I am busy with the war. I shall send an agent to Hope's Landing.'
Uh huh.
'Thank you.' Moore sends him.
In that case, he'll just wait at the gates until the agent arrives! Hopefully it won't be too long.
Soon enough the agent arrives, a familiar sight. A luminous silver dragon lands before you: Sylashavalarine, Soldiers look up warily but soon settle, no great fear or attack from the wyrm.
"You are important, Duke," the dragon greets you, "A general rarely goes to personally advise like this, but you are thought highly of in important circles."
"I'd rather make a good impression than a poor one." Moore confirms. "If you have the time, I'd like to explain in greater detail why I'd like to visit Grumbar in the first place, as I think that's an important piece in this. Would you care to come inside?"
"Let us fly instead. Perch yourself atop me," Sylashavalarine invites.
"Of course." Moore says, happy to take another dragon ride.
Lunia is peaceful and yet not abandoned, soldiers and armies about, forces mustered and ready to push back the attack. Wind blows past you as you soar on dragonback, gliding along with everything below and the light of Chronias above.
"Tell me," The dragon invites.
"I have located a piece of an artifact that I believe will be a boon to us." Moore explains. "It has been absorbed by a creature called Danaxmos, who was created by Ogremoch's priests with some of Grumbar's blood. It was long thought to be dead, and it is... well, not dead. So I was going to ask Grumbar for assistance in locating it to destroy it." Moore says, giving a very factual and to-the-point explanation!
"Ah. I will alert our diplomat there to help you," the dragon says, "As long as you don't claim to speak for Celestia or promise things that are not yours to promise, there will be no problems. While we are at war with the dao, we are not at war with Grumbar himself. Nonetheless the enemy will be there in many shapes and form - be careful. Not all diplomats return home alive, not in a possibly hostile court when one fool may see a chance."
"If I am attacked, should I simply try and leave without a confrontation?" Moore asks.
"Use your judgment and beware of being set up," Sylashavalarine advises. "Grumbar is slow to anger, he is more likely to expel you than take any other action if you are framed into looking like an aggressor, but it will harm our diplomacy there. If there is a choice between your life and risking expulsion, defend your life and take your chances."
"Do you expect my previous relations with Crystalle to be of benefit or detriment?" Moore asks.
"My understanding is that it'll be neutral," On you fly in the meantime, winds whipping as slowly he begins to turn back towards your fortress, gliding along. "It's hardly unusual for diplomats there to have served in other courts, or para or quasi elemental courts."
"Understood." Moore says. "I think that does it for questions from my side of things."
Thus the trip back is without comment, "Now then, I have planning to return to," he says, "Travel wisely and travel safely. May the light above shine on you always."
"I'll wait to hear word then, from your contact." Moore says as he flies back. "Thank you."
"He'll contact you once you're there," The dragon says, "Just don't leave in the next 15 minutes so I can send word."
Moore gives a salute. "Thank you again for your time." He says.
They will indeed wait 15 minutes, in fact, 20!
Moore will explain to the others why they're going and that he's going to take them all with him as insurance against anyone deciding to pick a fight, unless anyone objects.
Moore will then Greater Plane Shift all of them (Kaja, Xandra, Cresiel, Jetina) to ...uh... Grumbar's... Palace...? I don't know what it's called, but assuredly Moore does!
It is known as the Rocks Palace. Grumbar is not a terribly descriptive namer.
Kaja would like to know how long you think this will take.
Moore would estimate no more than an hour. If he's being drafted for another Super Secret thing he's free to go do that.
It's heavy here. The gravity laps at all of you like an overeager dog for affection, making everything seem so much heavier. You appear in a rocky stone chamber, lit only with bowls holding dull, small flames within. It's a shadowy light. A tunnel heads deeper into the earth.
"Ugh,' Jetina grimaces, "I feel like I'm carrying a heavy pack."
Cresiel slowly stretches and then twists side to side, "Then straighten your back and keep going."
As the two talk, you see a figure coming ahead from that passage, stomping forward. A man sized creature of rock, watching the party impassively. In rumbling Terran. "You. Come."
"Of course, thank you." Moore responds likewise in Terran as he moves ahead.
Inwardly he grimaces a bit at the heaviness, but does his best to look unbothered by it.
At this Xandra falls in step with you, keeping her pace even. "Do not perch or rest, they will view it as weakness, even if none say it." She keeps her voice down, hardly more than a murmuring.
"Spoken like someone who doesn't get tired anymore," Jetina quips with a bit of an amused look, "Not that I mind that part of being a spirit."
Kaja continues along with all of you in the meantime, "The dragonborn spirits I have met often mention the same thing. If you ask me, a good night's rest is a fine thing and worth being tired over."
Moore just smiles as he continues along. "We've been through much worse than it being a bit heavy, I'm sure it will be fine." He says with a bit of a chuckle.
If the elemental has an opinion, it does not deign to offer it. You are lead down the passage and around the bend before, "That's enough." The man here has a deeply lined face, wearing slate gray and walking with a silvered cane. "Duke Moore, I presume? Elemental, I will escort this one. Follow if you must to complete your chosen duty."
Moore offers a nod. "Yes, thank you. It's good to meet you." He flies over to offer a handshake to the older gentleman.
A firm handshake from a gloved hand, given to everyone. "Will," he introduces himself, "A friend of Celestia here and today, tour guide," he says with a faint uptick of his lips. "I understand you have business here, Duke Moore?"
Moore nods. "I would like to speak to Lord Grumbar about a... mm. I do not know how sensitive a subject it is for him, but I would imagine at least moderately so." Moore answers. "I can explain the details to you, if you would like."
"Once we are somewhere more secured," Will says, then taps the wall with his cane. A grumbling and a rumbling of stone, "The walls hear things. Quite literally."
"Elementals," Cresiel says with a severe look at the wall.
"Quite so," Will agrees, the tap tap tap of his cane as he continues on.
"Of course." Moore says with a nod as he goes to follow Will!
The passage soon merges to a bigger one, where elementals come and go - and as you go down, a richly dressed, tanned creature passes. He has fine features and wears many rich jewels, tall as Hanna and giving you a disapproving look. He wears white otherwise, robes of it.
"Will," he says coolly, "You can do better than that."
Without missing a beat, "Duke Moore and friends, this is the dao Saz. No title, but he's quite wealthy and with interests in Earth's trade with assorted realms such as Magma. He continually notes I could make far more money working for him."
"Trading is certainly a lucrative business to be in." Moore says with a smile as he does his best to keep things as neutral as possible as he offers Saz a polite smile.
"Cut throat, though," Kaja says, a hand on his scimitar's hilt. "So...cut throat."
Cresiel merely stares at him, no comment given.
Saz sniffs, "And I see the enemies of commerce are here. If you hate profit that's your business, but must you and yours meddle in our profits?"
Will smiles thinly at that, "You know the answer to that."
"I have no desire to make any more enemies while I am here." Moore says, with an honest smile. "Take that as you will, of course."
Gimme Diplo just to see how much you can pack into that one smile.
Oh ho ho!
Take 10 for 97.
The dao gives you a smooth look back but lets it go, "Another time," he says, walking past all of you at a fast clip.
"My apologies for any further discourse I cause while I'm here, Will." Moore says to him.
"The dao are all sour because of the war, it interferes with their trade - as do Celestia's attempts to meddle in what they view as their business alone." Will remarks.
Jetina sighs, "It's not just their business when they're trading slaves."
"Thankfully, we're not here to try and change anyone's minds on that particular front." Moore says with a smile at Jetina.
From there you walk down the path - and it opens up into a cavern bottom. Soaring ahead is a vast palace carved out of a huge mountain, dozens and dozens and dozens of levels rising high up and from the looks of it, more below. Elementals and creatures of Earth all come and go here, a steady bustle as you take it in.
"It's said that the Rocks Palace is so large that none have seen it all or found the limits of it," Will remarks. "It's also untamed if you go past the civilized areas - embassy branches beyond the main ones require defenses."
"I can imagine that's owed to the rather infinite amount of space the elemental planes take up." Moore says. "A good place to hide treasure, if you're brave and a little stupid, I suppose."
"Oh, there is lots," Xandra peers ahead.
"Exactly. You see, past the area Grumbar bothers to enforce civility on, it's a frontier. A frontier loaded with seams of gems and metal, great caverns of vast riches." Clearing his throat, "Ahem. Pardon. You see, many of the more materialistic embassies have branches to hunt these riches - and thus we follow, so that fiends and the like do not have unfettered access to them. Grumbar cares little, so long as those who go there understand the rules are different in those parts of Rocks Palace. As teleporation is impossible, webs of embassy bases are maintained by all sides to explore and oppose one another."
"It sounds like a dwarven paradise," Kaja says, "Or a dragon's."
"In a word? Yes," Will agrees as you head in. "Dwarves from Moradin and dragons from Bahamut comprise a goodly percentage of the forces involved with that for Celestia."
"There's something to be said of the wholesomeness of delving into caverns for riches." Moore says with a small chuckle. "It's the idealized adventurer's dream, isn't it?" He asks as he looks out and across the castle.
"I imagine things get a bit complicated if something ends up on Mineral's side of things." He adds.
"I've not heard of any portals to Mineral," Will remarks, "But it would be if there are any."
"Hm.." Kaja murmurs, "Maybe later, when the war's finished. It would be the best of both worlds - crushing fiends and collecting hidden treasures."
Moore nods to Will. "Understandable." He turns to Kaja and chuckles. "I'll allow it." Moore says with a smile. "It'd be interesting to see what was down there, if nothing else."
As you ponder future plans? You head inside, down a sloping tunnel that ends in a ladder going deeper. Then a trip deeper yet, around and around and around - until at last you come to a stone carved door, two astral devas guarding it. They bow and step aside, "Sirs," they say, "Welcome."
Will nods and heads right on in.
"Devas as guards," Cresiel eyes them, "Are things so dangerous and dire here?"
Will pauses, "Hardly. It's a position of honor for those who have served in the outskirts well. Eight hours of guarding and sixteen free a day, with seven celestials assigned to it."
One of the devas, bright with vivid purple hair, "After that fiendish demon wyvern, I earned this rest," he says, "That cursed beast was more poisonous than a viper."
"That sounds like a story." Moore says with a smile, with a nod to both of the devas. "At least you can be sure this place is secure."
And thus you head in. Inside is a cave made cozy - smokeless fires in braziers, deeply cushioned chairs, couches and other such things and altogether a feeling of warmth. It smells good in here, of cinnamon and fresh bread.
Xandra takes a long sniff, "Marvelous."
"We have a chef who's quite skilled and came to us for sanctuary. She's helping atone in part by serving others." Will says, leading you into a room. "Alright, the main ambassador's occupied at the moment, but I can speak on his behalf. This room is safe, speak freely."
The room itself is like the others, the scents of cinnamon and cooking stronger here.
Moore nods. "Interesting. It takes all types, I suppose." He clears his throat. "I have knowledge of a being known as Danaxmos is alive and on Earth. It was a creature created by Ogremoch's priests with some of Grumbar's blood. I seek to kill it, for a variety of reasons, and would appreciate Lord Grumbar's help in locating it, as it seems to be warded against divinations -- my assumption would be by Ogremoch or those associated with him." Moore explains.
"You understand that it's a sticky situation," Xandra says, "Especially if Grumbar has any interest or protectiveness towards it."
Will frowns, cane tapping against his chair. "That..." he considers it, silent as he taps away, "That's difficult. Fortunately, bluntness works well when talking to Grumbar. He has no use for allusions or such things, simply state your meaning plainly. The question is how will he react and if you can get anything out of it."
"If he doesn't want us to kill it, we could probably work around that." Moore explains. "But the creature has something I need to recover, at the very least."
"We'd rather not kill it if it's under Grumbar's protection," Cresiel speaks up, "We need not more trouble with Earth, or for Grumbar to declare for the efreet and dao because of a scandal. More than anything else, we can't afford to blunder into a mistake."
"Well, we can get you a meeting with Grumbar, he sees petitioners at all hours through an avatar," Will remarks, "Be open, blunt and forthright. Try to convince him if he hasn't spoken his will yet, but once he has, it's as hard to change as it is to move a mountain. At times, we find a goal from him is impossible since he's already made up his mind about it. Don't expect words to sway him once he's made up his mind."
Moore nods. "If it's something that has to wait until later, then that's how it is." He says.
"Then I'll see about getting you all an audience. Now - how private an audience? The more private, the likely it takes longer to get one." Will asks.
"Danaxmos isn't supposed to be alive." Moore says. "So my guess would be it would need to be rather private."
'I'll see to getting it," Will says, and...
Gimme a d100.
[15:18] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[15:18] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 28 > [d100=28]
Soon enough you find out you'll be waiting at least half of a day. Are you going to do anything here or just wait?
They have no pressing business, so they can wait in the embassy, unless Will suggests otherwise!
Gimme another d100 then.
[15:58] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[15:58] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 49 > [d100=49]
The gravity wears on you, yet rest makes it much more bearable. You endure it well enough and soon enough it's time.
Any prep to do like spellcasting or whatever else before this?
Moore will switch his aura to Charisma, and do some Divine Insight / Greater Improvisation casting before he goes. Other than that, nothing major.
You are thus escorted through halls of ancient stones and full of creatures of living earth. Past a mountain spire within so tall that clouds cloak the top, elementals painstakingly molding the stone with their hands, as if it were mere clay. To chambers where strange hymns and Terran eternally echo, never growing fainter, but seeming to be alive with their own energy.
Jetina stays quiet throughout the trip, while Kaja seems content to take it in. Cresiel follows solemnly, merely nodding on occasion to a passing elemental. "Purpose," Xandra murmurs to you, "A purpose terrible in its single minded intensity."
"To be so dedicated to one thing is impressive." Moore notes to her. He glances off to the side, as if towards the music for a moment, before he looks ahead to move on.
Xandra nods slightly at that, "That dedication takes a spirit tempered deeply in the flames of conviction."
"The ways of the elementals are something that I think many can never truly understand." Moore says. "I wonder how Afina feels about them..."
"Afina? Ah yes, your friend from Aurora. How is she doing?" Xandra inquires.
"I am not sure." Moore says. "I know she was told about the Issue with Gathgorian, but beyond that I do not know how she's doing. I did reach out to her some time ago to let her know if she ever needed anything to contact me."
"She fights a lonely battle," Xandra remarks, "I hope not alone."
"She knows where her allies are." Moore says with a smile. "I have faith in that."
From there you go deeper. Deeper in, past solemn chambers long forgotten save to the residents, through stone galleries of impossible purposes. Then at last through a door that leads to a cavern both vast and small at once, for one figure blots all. A mountainous thing, a great mountain given form and yet alive, face staring down impassively.
You have an overwhelming knowledge that it is time to speak.
"Lord Grumbar." Moore says, offering a bow. "I have become aware that Danaxmos is alive, and it has something that I need to retrieve. I was hoping you would offer aid in locating it." He says exactly his point, exactly his reason, without offering more detail than is necessary.
You have an overwhelming feeling the mountain is watching you, taking your worth and measure.
Would my gut instinct here to tell him who I am or...?
Alternatively, Take 10 for... I dunno, 91 on K:P or whatever is appropriate here!
Moore isn't sure whether to give him more exposition or not.
From what you recall, Grumbar is simply considering, in his way. It's up to you think it would help.
Give me sense motive.
Take 10 for 66!
Your gut hunch is that you should say something.
Consider your words carefully...
"I do not know how much you know about myself, Moore, or the group of Hope's Landing, but I have every confidence that we could kill Danaxmos. However, I do not wish to rouse your ire if it is a creature under your protection, or that you desire to see still alive." Moore says.
There is yet more silence before the mountain speaks.
Danaxmos is destined to die, but not by your hand. My son shall live until the day of his death comes, then he shall die.
Moore nods. "I understand. The reason I wished to locate him was to retrieve something that was lost. Can we reach an agreement for me to retrieve it, with an understanding that I will not slay him? I would be willing to trade for it. I would also agree to not disclose Danaxmos' location." Moore says.
It may not work out but at least he can ask!
Show me what you have.
Moore considers for a moment.
"I would be willing to trade in arcane knowledge, trade routes, or simply an understanding and favor to Earth." Moore explains. He takes out one piece of paper and scribbles on it quickly to hold it up. "This is an example of the knowledge I could share with you.
He's not giving him the full spell information for Iosodaelanaja's Endless Sight, but he's putting the very basics on a piece of paper to prove he has the knowledge. He's no dummy!
You may find him, but you may not harm him.
"Thank you, Lord Grumbar." Moore says with a bow as he writes out the rest of the magic onto the piece of paper. "Where may I find him?"
It presses into your mind - mystical coordinates, like a rock slamming into your brain.
"Thank you." Moore says. "If you have needs of my services again, do not hesitate to ask for them, or speak with Will, Lord Grumbar." He says before he turns to leave!
It is like an avalanche, all of you pushed out of the room and away. Once clear, Jetina speaks aloud, "His voice was overwhelming," she says, "Just like his body."
"So we have to find this without hurting Danaxmos?" Kaja makes a face, "That's going to make this even trickier."
"It may be possible to have a dialog with it." Moore says. "If it's made from Grumbar's blood in the first place, it's entirely possible that it can understand speech. However, we're not going to go and try and find it just yet, I think the other pieces will be easier to locate, and then we can likely use them to move the last piece out of Danaxmos or simply to locate it with them. Either way, we have what we came for." Moore says with a smile.
"Let's return to Hope's Landing for now and see if there have been any developments." He says.
Done and done.
When you get back to regroup, "Oh, Moore," Grias is in the courtyard to greet you, "There's news!"
"Tell me all about it." Moore says.
"You have messages," Grias reports, "Including an unsolicited one, let me show you that one." Thus it is handed over and...
Lord Moore,
My name is Alyssa Songsteel. A certain Dragon Lord we are both acquainted with made a strong suggestion that I work with you on a linguistics project. He believes that I might both assist you and learn from you so that our roles might both be strengthened.
I look forward to meeting you.
-Alyssa Songsteel,
Guild master of the Arcane Order of Arythma
"...Ah, I was wondering when I'd hear from her." Moore says, tapping the letter.
"I'll have to reach out to her personally. What other messages are there, Grias?" He asks.
The next is handed over.
Dear Moore:
I hope you are well, hale and yet untouched by the rumors of war that have reached me.
I hear you're at war. War is the foundation of great profit; never let it be said that war is not seen for what it is. A maxim I learned young and believe to be well spirited and wise, one I would wish to extend to you. In particular, my excellent profits at Aurora have earned me a great deal of discretionary funds. Funds I could invest in a second shop. I am currently considering such an expansion, do you have any interest in this or know of another place that would be receptive? Though I confess in your position there may be complications that make it more difficult - or not. I am not fully conversant on your situation, so take this with the understanding that I am not committing to anything yet.
Signed
Filbrez.
Moore smile and nods, then looks to Grias if there's anything else!
"There's a few general orders, but nothing important, mostly military and routine," Grias says, "That's it today."
Moore nods.
"A moment, then." He says as he takes some time to pen a letter back to Filbrez.
Filbrez:
It was a pleasure to hear from you. I would be happy to discuss this further with you, please feel free to come to Hope's Landing in Lunia at your earliest convenience, I can explain the current situation and what I'm attempting to do here.
Best Regards,
Moore.
"Could you please make sure this letter gets to Filbrez of Aurora?" Moore asks.
After that, he takes out his Miniaturized Sending Orb (argh, you need to come up with a better name for them, Moore!) to send a message to Alyssa.
'Lady Alyssa, this is Moore of Celestia. At your leisure, please feel free to come to Hope's Landing in Lunia, and I would be happy to discuss matters with you, or I can visit you if you would prefer.'
Okay, go cross post that in Iddy's thread, would you?
Locking this one for now.