I assume you're using the portal for resource reasons, rather than your own magic. Correct me if I'm wrong.
You step out into Brightwater, the crowds and noise intense as always. It's bustling, moving, vital and alive. Your desire is to meet Lliira, so that raises the question: How will you do it?
Yes, you are correct.
Moore knows the easiest and best way to catch her attention is simply to perform. Perform and perform again. Well, she's the one who asked him to devote himself to an oral performance, so he may as well use his talents...
Greater Improvisation, Divine Insight and Surge of Hope are both being pre-cast for this. Each are CL27.
His intention is to use his newfound Super Talky Skills (Perform: (Oratory)) to go around Lliira's area and talk up Aurora and their recent exploits in Benfal. This is also a great way of finding out if the newspaper did its job.
If it's something he can take 10 on, then the result is 106. For reference, this is a 15 insight, 14 luck, 4 morale, 15 competence, 10 from skill focus and then 42 from skill ranks and charisma. Then the 10.
For framing reference, Perform: Oratory is more of making a big speech versus Diplomacy, which leans more to one on one. They're considerably interchangable in this aspect, however. You'd be better suited to use Diplomacy if you want one on one contact and Perform: Oratory if you're making a big speech.
Your call on your approach here, just elaborating a bit.
Let's spin a yarn as they say and get a crowd of people.
Go ahead and write out some of it, it may matter here. Don't need paragraphs and paragraphs, but gimme something to work with.
"As some of you may have already heard, Aurora was involved in the operation that led to the elevation of Benfal from being held in the clutches of Hell to flying free in the land of Elysium," Moore starts. "Aurora has long stood as a bastion, nay, a beacon of hope and salvation for those who do not wish to stand by and let Hell's reign continue without any response."
He will go a bit into the details of the dogai paragon falling to the might of Aurora Generals as well as the two twins.
Afterwards, he simply finishes with this: "There are many good causes in Creation, and I do not say that Aurora is the pinnacle. I only say that Aurora is one of many shining examples for the rest of us. I hope that as Aurora continues to resist Hell and now moves to confront them on the very doorstep of Lifasa, people here will pray for its success." He smiles, knowing that many are going to ask if this a donation request. "To be clear, I would not wish anyone here to feel obligated to donate to us -- if you feel that Lady Lliira's joy can aid us, then you are welcome to come and add your strength to ours. I simply hope that the news of good tidings will help carry you through your day."
Your words are simple and you rely on pure charisma to pull people in. The way you speak, the motions you make, the demands that gather attention. Demands that enthrall those who listen, drawing them in and capturing their attention fully. They soon hang on your every word as you speak, completely spell bound as you go on. You have them on every word, your finish ready.
Go ahead and make your grand conclusion.
A new epic skill usage was unlocked in Diplomacy, Enthrall Masses. I'll note that it's in there instead of Perform, this is a borderline situation so I decided either was enough to unlock it. Could've used either here fairly and there's a lot of overlap.
Enthrall Masses DC 70
Enthrall Masses
You can make even the most jaded listener hang on your every world. This is identical the effect of an enthrall spell, except that all creatures are considered friendly towards you while you perform, even those with 4 or more hit dice or 16 Wisdom. The targets are allowed a Will save to resist (DC is 10 + 1/2 your hit dice + your Charisma modifier). Enthralling masses takes one minute and lasts for as long as you speak. Enthralling masses is a standard action. A character that successfully saves against this enthrallment is immune to further enthrall masses attempts for the rest of the encounter.
"Friends, I thank you very much for your time. My name is Moore, of Aurora, if you have any questions, you are welcome to ask. Again, please do not feel obligated to suddenly join us for no reason or feel like I am asking for gold to leave your pockets. I simply wanted everyone to be aware of us and know the goals we strive for. If they happen to align with your own or those of another organization, then the fates have smiled on us." He says with a grin.
He offers a flourishing bow.
"Please, be about your day -- I thank you for your indulgence."
Cheers and clapping erupt at your words, coins and valuables tossed at you. Others turn to excitedly talk amid one another, while several rush forward, "For Aurora!" they call, "Let us fight for Aurora!"
Amid all this you hear laughter, a woman's amusement. It's coming from ahead somewhere, beckoning you somehow. You don't know how you do, but you do.
He really said not to... he'll just turn these back to offerings for Lliira.
He'll pick everything up, but the intent is to just give it back to her so I doubt there's a need for a loot post.
It would be rude to cause such a ruckus and not meet with her after all, so he travels in the direction of the laughter!
You push through the crowd - or try to, but people are in your way. Offering you things, offering you service or what have you.
You need to get around or through them somehow.
"Friends, there is time for all things. I shall return and speak to you all." Moore promises. Then he turns invisible.
Well let's see him stop someone invisible who's going to fly over them all. Hah!!!!
That works just fine.
You fly over them like a ghost, escaping them and into...it's night now. Lanterns hang, shedding light everywhere. Streets full of celebration, dancing and drinking. It's a tidal wave of joyous noise, everyone in deep revelry. Not a hand is idle, nor is a foot at rest. Music plays from all over, a chorus of tunes that somehow make a catchy whole.
He reappears, although he most likely does not have to.
He flies forward and glances around. "Ah... I guess it makes sense, you can't just have it be daytime all time..."
A courre - purple haired and female, laughing and drinking from a tiny glass - comes up and takes your hand, "Let's party!" she says, "The food and drinks are right over here!"
It would be rude to turn down the offer considering where he is, wouldn't it? She's probably watching, anyway.
He smiles and goes along for the time being.
She takes you right to a blank wall. Nothing's here - yet she flies on through it and drags you in before you can react. "Oooh, food," The moment you're through she lets go and goes back out.
Ahead is a great panther, dark as the night and taller than Hanna while on all fours. It paces to you and then sits, "Hello, kitten. Times are moving ahead abruptly."
Is it reasonable to know this is probably Sharess or an agent of hers?
K:R. Obligatory.
I guess I should've just provided that. Take 10 for 80.
It is likely Sharess or a spokeman for her, perhaps a proxy. Someone powerful at the least. Ah, you recall now. Risdell, a proxy of Sharess, a behemoth panther who serves Sharess well. A powerful favored soul, she uses a much smaller form to see to business in Brightwater. Her official position is Proxy Without Portfolio, which boils down to doing whatever needs to be done. Helping out another proxy, seeing to business that no one else can get or otherwise attending to Sharess.
"Lady Risdell, if I do not miss my guess." Moore offers a bow. "I am honored to make your acquaintance. I presume you are..." He looks to look for the correct word. "Aware of the situation we have most recently stumbled upon, then?"
Lady Risdell eyes you with amusement, "Agreement, I am," she says. "It is unfortunate that as of now, Lady Ithea is not available. Sharess will send considerations as an apology and to aid you in the coming battles."
The cat's gaze is unrelenting, taking you in like a predator stalking a mouse. There's a pause as someone walks past you, a serving girl with a huge platter full of raw meat. She puts it down without a word. Risdell starts eating right away, giving yo ua moment to look at the room. It's nice - plush, decorated and comfortable. You could just drown in those seat cushions.
It'd be rude not to, but he wasn't really offered a seat...
Ah well, proper decorum states you should take what is offered, right? So he will move over to sit and wait politely for her to finish. He can at least make friendly conversation.
"We, as always, appreciate Lady Sharess and her generosity." Moore says with a smile.
The panther looks up from her meal, "I speak for Lliira as well. You have business with her?" Then back to her food, devouring it in huge gulps.
"She had requested something of me after we had made an agreement." Moore explains. "For a variety of reasons, that agreement suffered some... setbacks. I was here to show Her in good faith that I had made good on Her request regardless."
How She chooses to reciprocate, if at all, is up to Her.
So we're both fresh on it, paste me the details of the agreement?
It took me a bit to find it, Here you go. (http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,103892.msg1081520.html#msg1081520)
I think the "assistance" was giving him Cloud Dancer's Mask, and probably going to be something to help them fight The Father when The Time Came but can only guess at that part.
"She commands you to spread joy and celebrations," The panther says, her meal already gone. "You will also pet my head while we talk."
"...What, just... in general? Here?" Moore asks as he can't help but smile as he flies over and pets Risdell's head. That second part can't really be one of their requests though.. but he'll go along with it anyway.
But even so, he really did fulfill his part of this, but now he's being asked to do more? Ah well...
The panther begins to loudly purr at your petting. "Good. I approve of you tribute." She rubs against your hand ever so slightly, as a small pouch appears on the ground. "Take that, it has our aid to Aurora within. Do not open it or look in it until you return to Aurora."
He didn't have his question answered! What the heck!
"Ah, you ask much of me, Lady Risdell." Moore says with another grin as he gives her a little extra scratch behind the ears. "I will make sure that in the days to come, Aurora remembers how to express joy and celebration as we prepare. Oh, I almost forgot..." He uses his free hand to put the things given to him by the celebrants down near her.
"These really belong to Brightwater, I think. If Lady Lliira would like me to take them and other offerings I will, but I feel guilty in doing so." He admits. "Regardless, her missive is clear and I will continue to do what I can."
The cat laughs - how a cat does that is anyone's guess. But she does, "Oh Moore, good choice," the cat purrs, "Not a drop of arrogance in you, letting your question go by the wayside and giving these over. Spread joy in general, Moore. Life is a celebration, give people reason to celebrate. Save Lifasa."
"You have my word. I know not what will happen when we face Bel, but..." He pauses for a moment in his scratching. "I will do it with hope in my heart. I'm sure that if we need hope at that time, it will be there." He scratches a little more after that. "It will be done, and when it is I will return and tell everyone in Brightwater the story."
"Agreement," Risdell says, "I look forward to the story." Her purrs slow and stop, "Now go, time is not on your side. Stop Hell before it is too late."
Moore will grab the bag offered and bow again. "If Ladies Lliira or Sharess need anything of me before the time comes, please do not hesitate to reach out." He smiles and bows once more for politeness.
He'll check on the ravage selling while he's here! After that he'll circle back to the people he promised he'd go back to if they still want to throw free money for Aurora at him.
Okay. Refresh me on the details there?
We had made the contract with the firm in Brightwater and Filbrez was more or less going to talk to a contact of his in Brightwater to get Ravages sold through them instead of us needing to always be there for it.
Here (http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,103953.msg1091212.html#msg1091212) is the link referring to it.
You'd need to check on Filbrez in Aurora, do you want to do your other thing first or just double back afterwards?
He can just check with him after, it's no big deal. The only other thing he was really going to do was check to see if the newspaper got circulated at all.
Easy enough to check on - after all, as you fly down Brightwater proper, you see a gentleman in an outside cafe reading it - a tall, burly man, a warrior if you've ever seen one. A human with pale blue skin that looks oddly watery.
Huh. Part mercane, maybe? Maybe part... water? That'd be weird.
"Ah, reading some of the good news from Aurora?" Moore asks as he flies up.
The warrior wears light leather armors with a bit of chain mail reinforcement, as well as a chain cap. He's eating chicken in a white sauce, turning to look at you. "Yeah," he grunts, "Looks good. Devils could use it."
Moore nods. "I agree. I'm going to try and write more articles as we continue to fight the forces of Hell... I think our next issue will really liven some spirits up."
"Huh." The man gives you a look, blue eyes swishing about like a pool of water disturbed. "You wrote this?"
"I did, yes." Moore says with a smile and then a bow. "Moore of Aurora, a pleasure."
He takes 10 on Sense Motive here, just FYI.
Another grunt, "Well, good on you. Lost a fair bit of coin by devils honoring the letter and not the spirit of their contracts."
Moore nods. "We're always looking for new talent. If you're ever interested or if you know anyone who might be, we're pretty easy to get ahold of."
Thankfully he isn't lying or anything so no issues there!
"Might," The man says, "Need money more than a cause right now. Owe a few casinos here big." He returns to his meal and has a few bites before adding, "Cards are devil's work. Poker is the devil's game."
Moore smiles and nods. "I completely understand. A lot of it depends on luck, I think... I'm not much for cards myself." A small shrug. "I will say that you could probably make enough to pay them off simply by participating in some of our outings. Devils tend to leave a lot behind when they get beaten."
"Yeah, but I'm not hero material. I'm a plodder in the line," The man admits, "If Aurora's heroes do 10% of the shit I hear about, I couldn't hold a droplet to them." He sits back, chair creaking as he does. "That so nice for the common soldier?"
"We have plenty of people who aren't heroes." Moore says with a laugh. "Regular people who just want to make a difference are important too."
"Yeah, but does it make a difference to my debt collectors?" The man says, gurgling as if underwater. "That's what I need to know."
"If you're asking if they'd overlook your debt if you asked to join us, I do not know." Moore says. "I think we're on relatively good terms with Brightwater, though, so as long as you agreed to pay back the debt with whatever you earned from Aurora then I don't think it'd be a problem."
"Find that out and if yes, I'm in," The man says, "Got some friends who would be in, too."
"Sure." Moore nods.
K:L (Brightwater) for 46 for who I'd likely need to talk to about this. If I need the specific casino owner or whatever then I'll get the info from the guy.
You would need that info. It's the Golden Racket Casino, you'd need to inquire within. Plus side, it's run by Lliirans, so they're usually pretty reasonable. It's about the fun, not the money.
To the Golden Racket (nice name, he thinks) he goes!
Gold.
The casino knows its theme. Gold everywhere - real gold, fake gold, gold colored things. Serving girls and bouncers dressed in gold, gold colored drinks, gold coins used to gamble. Gold everywhere.
It's also hectic and busy. People eat, drink and play, serving girls bringing food and drink around, taking no money for it. Game tables of all types are about, a mish-mash of celebrants enjoying themselves here.
Moore will head for the bar or wherever it looks as if someone who knows what they're doing can be found. He could always do another big speech, that certainly got people's attention last time, but... let's keep it low-key for now.
There's several barkeeps - pretty women in gold dresses and blonde, all full of smiles and cheer. They're tending to people and making sure drinks go out and empty glasses get taken back smoothly.
Moore casts a quick spell on himself just in case. Divine Insight, for the record.
"Hi, excuse me?" Moore asks with a small wave. "I need to talk to whoever collects debts."
He'll trust his natural charisma is enough to get someone's attention...
Just casting out in the open?
I mean while he's flying through the crowd, yeah.
> roll 1d20+20 good money in this, so an actually decent score
<Serith> Tiny_Ko_Army roll for Serith < 26 > [d20=6]
'Friend,' A pleasant male voice sounds in your mind as you work through your spell, 'Please no spellcasting or magic-working in the casino unless directed to and supervised by staff. Violators will be escorted out. Thank you and ensure everyone has a fair chance to win.'
If that happened before the spell actually cast he will stop casting it, for reference.
Huh, shouldn't they stop magic from working inside entirely then? Because he could just go outside and do it...
Ah well, no sense in worrying about it.
He will continue on the path to talk to someone at the bar.
Done.
One of the barkeeps flashes you a smile, "Hi there, what can I get you?" Her voice is peppy, "How about a honey and milk swirl?"
"Hi. I need to talk to whoever is in charge of debt collection." Moore explains, flashing a smile.
"Ooooh. Are you currently in debt to us?" The barkeep asks.
"I am not." Moore says with a grin. "Thankfully."
"Then I can help you!" The woman flashes you a smile, "Stay right there, someone will be with you in a second."
Moore will do as he's asked and just wait! Although there's no harm in at least thinking of some inventive ways of helping this situation out...
I'm guessing another K:L (Brightwater) is called for here, Take 10 for 46 again. He's trying to think if conscripting people for Aurora with the promise that they'll still pay their debt back would actually work. If it's not K:L and more like Profession (Lawyer) or something let me know.
It really depends on the casino. The ones in Lliira's quarter don't really care, they're about the fun and sponsored, so money hardly matters too much to them. A Waukeenite one is a business and debts are debts, and thus serious.
As you ponder this, "Yes?" A tall man in a stylishly cut tunic and pants approaches. They're both gold colored and his hair is blonde. He's slight and fair - a half elf, yet with a golden tint to his skin suggesting more.
Moore nods in greeting. "Moore of Aurora. I'd like to speak to you about some patrons that have some debt here. Would you prefer we discuss things in the open or in a more private setting?"
"In back," The man says.
It's a nice office, in a windowless closet converted into an office sort of way. Smells good, though, right next to the kitchens. Once you have a seat in a soft, comfortable chair, "Speak."
"I would like to conscript some individuals who have debt to this place for Aurora's cause." Moore says, stating it flatly and without any attempt to make it flowery.
"If you want me to sign something I can, otherwise my idea would be that they would make the money back working for us and then provide it to you." Moore adds. "They would be returned to Brightwater if for whatever reason they tried to escape from Aurora to avoid paying."
"Do what you will," The man smiles and waves a hand, "This is a Lliiran casino, no ta Waukeenite casino. The debts aren't the point, we only bother with them because we have to. You'll have to provide proof you're from Aurora, though."
He sits back after, resting his head on the wall, "Frankly, we'll give out the debts on any justification as long as it's doing good and letting people have fun. Life is a party, not drudgery to pay off debts."
Moore blinks and his shoulders sag a bit. "Am I really not famous enough yet...?" He drops his head down.
"Sure, how would you care for me to do that?" Actually, how -can- he prove that...?
"Look me in the eye and tell me you're from Aurora," The man says, waiting.
"You might regret this if you look too deep, just as a fair warning." Moore says with a good-natured smile as he does as he's asked. "I am from Aurora. If it helps any, I have been commanded to spread joy and celebration by the Lady of Joy, as well."
He takes 10 on Sense Motive.
"Sure," he says, "I believe you, so choose wisely and get people who are willing. As long as good comes from it and they're doing it willfully."
"I was really expecting some sort of overwhelming awe about that." Moore admits. "I clearly need to work on my gravitas." He laughs and offers a bow. "Thank you sir."
time to go find the watery man!
Roll 1d100.
[14:54] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[14:54] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 29 > [d100=29]
Fortune is with you - he's still there, now drinking from a mug and watching people walk by.
"I have some good news for you." Moore says. "The Lliirans are willing to allow you to come to Aurora to do some good deeds as recompense for your debts."
"Well hell," The man grunts, "You get that in writing? The words of the wrong Waukeenite's worth less than a puddle of piss."
"Mm, he seemed sincere enough. I don't think there'd be any issues."
Wait, he sais Waukeenite... oh dear. "You bring up a point, though, do you and your friends have debts at the Waukeen casinos as well?" He asks.
"I don't think that's a deal-breaker, you'll eventually be able to pay back the debt and you'll be doing something for the good of all, so I can probably haggle with them if I need to."
"No, but like hell if I don't want it in writing. Even if they aren't, they know Waukeenites and they smell gold like a dragon smells it." The man gives you a long, sour look.
"Hm. You'll just have to trust me that I know what I'm talking about." Moore says with a smile. "We have a vetting process on Aurora anyway, so that should clear up any concerns that any of them may have anyway."
He's trying to just smooth talk himself out of this one, not sure if that's a bluff or diplomacy or something else.
Call it Bluff here, I guess.
Take 10 for 66 then.
He takes 10.
The man gives you a long look, "Yeah, we're in. Give us 24 hours and we're in."
Moore nods. "I'll come back here tomorrow, then."
Hmm, I suppose the only other thing to do in Brightwater is to check on the Silverbrow Consortium.
Was that on your agenda before now? I don't recall it, correct me if I'm wrong.
It was not, I honestly forgot about they were there. We can just do it later, he's fine to go back another time if he gets through all his other agendas.
We'll go with that. What was next then?
Go back and talk to Filbrez about the ravages
Filbrez is found helping overseeing provision and supply. "Yes, yes, the iron reserve is over there," he gestures to a pair of soldiers, "You three, help them and then go see what's taking them so long with the forge delivery."
Soldiers bustle all around him, people carrying all sorts of supplies about, hundreds of people at work all over.
"Everything going as planned, Filbrez?" Moore asks.
"No!" Filbrez presses a hand to his forehead, "I've been enlisted to help with supply for the duration of the crisis. I'm surely losing profit as we speak. Oh, terrible day. Damn that Gisfal! Damn those devils! My money!"
Moore can't help but grin a little bit. "Well, that's actually why I'm here, I was going to ask how our ravage business was doing. If now's a bad time I can come back later, though."
"In short - hold on, over THERE!" Filbrez points, waving a sheet of paper, "THAT WAY!" After that he clears his throat and returns to you, "In short it's doing fine. I'm collecting the profits as desired."
"We may need to use them soon, do you have any idea of an average per week? If need be I can drum up more business ahead of what we're doing." Moore says.
"Gross or total?" Filbrez asks. "Business had a slump once the novelty wore off but has been rebounding since then."
"Total as it stands." Moore answers.
"29,000 gold, give or take," Filbrez says, "I'd have to check the paperwork. That's earmarked for improving stocks as possible, as improving market side and quality is important. Though you're welcome to divert it as you please, though note that taxes do happen, which can impact this."
Moore shakes his head. "No, I trust you to take care of it. I don't think we need to use the funds right now. Just let me know if you want me to drum up further business or help Moonlight create more." He says with a smile. "Thanks. And if you need help managing this, let me know."
Next on the agenda is to go to Elysium to return Shalm, the rapier we got from the slaad dungeon. Moore would probably ask around or do some research if there's any particular place in Elysium proper that he could go to return it or get an audience with anyone.
Take 10 for 61 on K:P if needed, and 46 on K:L (Elysium) if that is more appropriate.
Okay, adjust your todo list for what you cleared. Also, have you make checks on this before? If so, what were the results?
I had not looked into doing it prior to now.
Returning it to a power of neutral good (an archangel) or a deity of neutral good (or their followers as representatives) would be simplest and best.
Then Moore will take a gate from Aurora to Elysium to the House of Nature with the intent of finding one of Chauntea's group, as she seems the one most closely associated with neutral good that I can find listed. If there's one that you think would reasonably fit better that Aurora would know then that is fine also. I didn't think Eldath would work because what in the world is she or one of her followers going to want with a weapon???
Okay then.
You appear in sunlight. Warm sunlight streams down as you stand in a field of grain, waving lightly in the breeze that blows through and cools you from the sun's warmth. You can't see much besides wheat under the circumstances.
Well, that's an easy enough thing to fix...
He flies up and out of the wheat to take a look around. After that, though, he'll take a few minutes to cast Lay of the Land since he's not familiar at all with this particular plane, so some direction would be great!
Hopefully if there's a temple or something otherwise important around it'll tell him about it!
It's a great field of wheat. Farmers are working it, harvesting it here and there. Groups that work steadily, though none are immediately that close to you. In the distance you can see farmhouses.
Lay of the land after if this doesn't change your action.
It does not. Lay of the Land it up!!
Refresh me on the spell's particulars?
C&P'ed from the Spell Compendium: You instantly gain an overview of the area around you. Lay of the land gives basic information relevant to major landmarks, such as rivers, lakes, and settlements (of at least hamlet size). It indicates the direction and distance to each from the current location. You have a good understanding of the terrain up to 50 miles from your current location.
It's mostly fields, streams and farmsteads. There's one exception - a little town about 30 miles southeast, which includes a chapel.
30 miles is a bit away... He really doesn't have the time to just fly there, so he'll improvise!
Limited wish for standard teleport to outside the chapel, or as close as he can get with that spell.
[14:39] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[14:39] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=5 ]{5}
Woosh. You stand before the chapel. It's a converted barn, doors flung open and the smell of hay and horses still faintly present. Inside are cornucopias full of food, just sitting around. There's common folk eating and dancing, the open doors letting in plenty of sunlight to warm everyone.
Moore will fly inside and look around for anyone dressed like a clergyman or otherwise!
Take 10 on K:R for 64 in case Chauntea's clergy are going to just look like people wearing a burlap sack or something
In this case, you're sure they'd look normal except for a holy symbol. You notice a few people amid it all who wear Chauntea's holy symbol.
Moore will fly over to one who doesn't look terribly busy! "Ah, excuse me, do you have a moment?" He'll ask politely.
It's a middle aged woman with a big smile, "Sure, sure," she says, finishing a dance and coming over to you. "Not a local, aren'tcha? Oooh, I could gobble you right up!" She's a bit portly, in a motherly housewife sort of way. She reaches out and pinches your cheek, "Praise Chauntea, you are adorable!"
Moore beams under the adoration and offers a bow. "Moore, of Aurora, madam." He reaches into his back to take out Shalm and carefully hold it as best he can while not trying to brandish it. "I recently came into the possession of this weapon. My understanding is it was forged in Elysium thousands of years ago and I wanted to return it to a proper owner. Do you have any way of contacting one of Chauntea's intermediaries to take ownership of it?"
"Oh, aren't you just precious?" The woman laughs, sweeping you into a hug, Shalm pointed to the side. "That's right neighborly of you. Just go toss it into the fields and think of Chauntea when you do, that'll work out for ya. The Earth Mother sees and understands all in her fields, don'tcha know? Now let's get some food in you, you have to be starving to death!"
Moore is pulled into a hug -- augh! Respect comfort zones!!
Wait a minute, didn't this same thing happen once before...?
"Oh, it wouldn't be right of me to indulge until I carry this out." Moore says with a smile. "Put others before yourself and all that, you know? I'll be right back." He promises. Really! He does love food.
Make an Escape Artist check.
[21:36] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+25 Escape Artist
[21:36] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 29 > [d20=4]
You wiggle out of her arms and swiftly fly away, out to the fields.
Go ahead with the tossing.
He tosses the sword out and thinks of Chauntea, just as instructed!
'I know not whether this sword was made here, but I hope this offering back to Elysium is accepted.' He will think specifically.
The sword is tossed into the wheat, landing there and hidden by the waves of grain.
Well, he's sure Chauntea would also appreciate accepting the hospitality of one of her clergy, so he turns around to go back and get the food that was offered. If She or one of her adjutants wants to talk to him they can find him pretty easily!
Food. So much food. You're offered plates and plates of it, good old home cooking. "Eat up!" Several say, encouraging you.
"I'll warn you, I'm a nibbler." He says with a grin and goes about the food anyway! What nice people to have as neighbors!
Fort save. Not for anything bad.
[22:10] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+42
[22:10] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 54 > [d20=12]
I like the warning!
The party's winding down.
On the flip side, you are stuffed. Sooooooo much food. You slump down on a chair too large for you, feeling like you couldn't eat another bite. All you want to do is close your eyes and pass out, sleep off your meal now.
There's no harm in a little nap, he thinks. If something urgent comes along he'll be woken up.
You curl up in a corner and pass dead out.
You awaken feeling warm and comfortable. You're lying on something soft, wrapped in something warm. You barely stir, half of you wanting to sleep and half of you wanting to stir.
Oh, this is just like... mm.
Just five more minutes...
No, no, no, you should get up. Come on... get up!
He manages to crack open his eyes and stifle a huge yawn with his hand.
You lie in a bed. A rather comfortable, pixie sized bed, no less. It's a cheerful room, stone walls and wood support beams above. Late dusklight floods in the room, painting everything in the day's last gasp of orange and purple.
Well, it was certainly nice of someone to bring him here!
He lets out another full yawn and gives himself a nice stretch before he pulls himself fully up and out to look for a door.
You head out and find a farmhouse. You stumble into the kitchen, where half a dozen people are sharing a meal, including the plump woman who fed you before. "There y'all are. Why don't you come and have some, we're just starting dinner."
"Oh, I couldn't, but I appreciate it." Moore smiles and offers them a bow. "Thank you very much for your hospitality and helping me get that weapon back to Elysium. If you ever need anything from Aurora, please don't hesitate to contact us. My name is Moore, by the way, I'll be happy to help if I can."
"Sure! Come back, y'hear?"
Anything else to do here?
nope. He will head back to Aurora
As you head back into Aurora's gate, still tired and rather heavy, you feel your pocket grow heavier. Or was it always heavy?
He blinks a few times as he crosses back over into Aurora as he opens his pocket to see! Did one of those nice people give him a sandwich he forgot about?
It's a small white sphere, smooth and polished. It looks to be made of a sturdy stone.
He blinks and studies it!
Take 10 for 51 on spellcraft. If that doesn't do it he'll cast Analyze Dweomer.
It is a white sphere ioun stone. It can cast mass heal once per day, caster level 20th. It costs 144000 gold.
Oh, how nice of them!
Moore says a silent prayer of thanks to Chauntea as he releases the stone to float around him. That'll come in handy!
Okay, next move?
Next is talking to Crystalle about a source of adamantine.
You're running out of time in the day, including normal rest time and the like. You could do that but you'd be cutting into your own rest time, which could have various negative impacts. Doing something in Aurora would be advised to avoid that, but it's your choice.
But I already slept for like 4 hours after getting food! Or however long it was!
That's fine, he can help out around Aurora for the rest of the day.
Okay.
You are summoned to see Queen Ilsenine as you settle in. You meet her in court, the evening's festivities not yet kicked off. "Moore," she greets you. "There is good news about Aurora's prospects."
"Your Majesty." Moore smiles and offers a courteous bow. "What news do you bear?"
"Surraruthru has begun a project to help restore Lifasa. Have you heard about his plans for the tree?" Ilsenine inquires.
"I know he had mentioned something about storing memories, if I'm not mistaken." Moore says as he thinks back. "Has there been further progress on the idea?"
"Yes, many of us worked on it today. The idea appears viable," Ilsenine says, "I would like to see it accomplished if possible."
Moore nods. "I'll see what assistance I can offer him, Your Majesty. Actually..." He trails off for a moment and then nods, as if he's confirming something. Maybe to himself? "I think... I didn't really think about it before, but I've realized something that should've been clear to me from the beginning. I have no memory of it, but... somehow or another, I'm from Lifasa. So perhaps it's fate that I get involved with something that stores memories of a place I can't remember."
"Do so, then," Ilsenine commands, "Do you require the Court's aid in this affair?"
"You all have your own problems to deal with." Moore says with a smile. "You need not be burdened by mine."
"Then go," Ilsenine commands. "Achieve this and help Lifasa's future."
Another flourish and bow and he's off!
I'm not sure if there's anything he can do right at this very time slot! If he can help Surru then fine but otherwise he will just go to sleep if no one else grabs him today.
Let me briefly pause you then.