Okay, you wanted to do some divinations, so go ahead and repaste that here.
You know what, let's try four Divinations.
I will post the 100 gold in loot.
'Where can I find the first piece of Temman's Wheel?'
'Where can I find the second piece' and so on, to four pieces.
Assuming I don't just get told the same stupid shit when I try the first one! No offense whoever's responsible for Divinations, really!! But anyway, assuming the first one gives me something, I will proceed. If it doesn't, let me know.
And as a reminder it's a 90% success rate.
The first divination is cast. Your answer is, 'One of four, where is the door?'
Do you wish to continue?
Let's try the second and see what the answer is.
The second divination is cast. 'One of four, fear the war.'
Let us continue with the third and fourth.
The third divination is cast. 'One of four, all is the lakeshore.'
And the last one.
The last divination is cast. 'One of four, early is the carnivore.'
Let's try again and see if we can pull more information on them.
Try 1: How can we find the door that leads to the first piece of Temman's Wheel?
This puts the cost of Divination at 125g total. Keeping track.
You get a reply. 'Seek the door to find one of four.'
"I'm going to get you one of these days..." Moore mutters. "Honestly, how did Mirajane deal with this?"
He huffs once and goes to find Xandra!
Xandra is in her room, wearing a simple robe of white linen. She kneels on the floor in the light from the window, head bowed and hands together in prayer.
Moore will wait patiently! If she doesn't seem to come out of it after five or so minutes, he'll just come back!
After several long moments, "Moore?" Xandra asks quietly, head still bowed. "Do you need me?"
"It isn't urgent enough to interrupt your prayers." Moore says. "Will you come find me when you're done? I've been... enlightened about our mystery and would love your assistance."
"No." Xandra rises, "My duty is to serve you, Moore. Our duties are important, I am not derelict in my prayer if I an accomplishing my duty from above."
"You're my friend and companion." Moore says. "I don't think of it as serving. ...I realize my perspective is a bit different, though."
A chuckle, before he clears his throat. "Anyway... Let me tell you what I learned. Cresiel gave me a good suggestion, that the 'soul' referred to the Wheel itself, which is broken into four parts. When I did a divination on where to find the four parts, I received the following:
'One of four, where is the door?'
'One of four, fear the war.'
'One of four, all is the lakeshore.'
'One of four, early is the carnivore.'"
A breath as he lets that settle. "It... doesn't help us a lot more than before, but now we have more of a lead than we did, at the very least. Also, whatever governs divination seems to really enjoy rhyming when it comes to this thing." A huff after that.
"Hmm. Allow me a moment," Xandra says, eyes closed.
> roll 1d20+10
<Kobot> Sunshine_Ko rolled 1d20+10 --> [ 1d20=16 ]{26}
"...there is a clue to the four there," she declares, "I am sure of it. We must find the two hidden opposites within those divinations."
Moore tilts his head. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't follow. Could you elaborate?"
"There are two opposites in those divinations, hidden carefully. We must find them to gain further illumination," Xandra says.
"Now I'm thinking it's you who I was getting them from." Moore says with a small smile. "All right, so two opposites... um... Mm." A breath. "You know, it took me a long time to figure out that riddle, right?"
A smile afterwards as he looks at his paper with his notes. "Do you mean in the words themselves?"
"I think so," Xandra says. "Hmmm. I think we can drop the first part, as it's identical each time."
'Where is the door?'
'Fear the war.'
'All is the lakeshore.'
'Early is the carnivore.'
Writing that down on a stray bit of parchment she sits at her desk, next to her neat and undisturbed bed. She taps a simple quill against it, "Two hidden opposites. Something illuminating as well. Something we knew or something new, I wonder?"
Moore opens his mouth, then looks at his notes. "Um... I would be the worst Authority of Riddles." He admits.
"Okay. So... opposites... Where, door... Fear, war, All, lakeshore, Early, Carnivore. Um... " He takes in a breath. "Are there any opposites in those words? Not really... 'Where, door' ... 'fear, war, 'all, lakeshore,' 'early, carnivore'... mmmmmm."
Another breath. "I think you're going to have to explain this to me like I'm a brand new lantern archon."
"I do wonder why you have received another one, as you struggled so with the first. Then again, our trials are not the ones we choose, but the ones we need." Xandra taps the tip of her quill into the inkpot, studying carefully. "I am not certain, but the answer has not been revealed to me and we know it is hidden. We are meant to find it. Therefore, I doubt it is as simple as the words themselves."
'Where is the door?'
'Fear the war.'
'All is the lakeshore.'
'Early is the carnivore.'
She takes the quill and writes them again. "There must be something. 5-2-3-4. 4-3-3. 3-2-3-9. 5-2-3-9. No, that doesn't seem promising. Something else. Some code, some pattern, something telling in the right mindset."
Moore puts a hand to his chest. "That hurt, just a little, I'll have you know." Moore admits. "But you're right, maybe I'm meant to get these to toughen my mind up."
"Um... W F A E don't make any words that I know. You could make 'Few' and 'Awe' with them, though..." Moore says. He studies the words again. Uh... Both lakeshore and carnivore end with 'ore,'..."
He takes a deep breath. "If it's numerical, then... hmm... 5-2-3-4... Maybe not the length of the words? Um... the first words have 5-4-3... mmm." Another breath.
"Hold on, let me... try something." He says.
Is it okay for him try a Wis or Int check to literally get a clue on this?
Hold that thought one second, you found what was needed to turn a lightbulb on with Xandra.
"Wait a moment." Xandra says as you speak, "I think I see something."
W
F
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Xandra writes that and murmurs, "Four parts. Four locations, two sets of opposites. Do you see now, Moore?"
"...Oh! It is the four elemental planes!" Moore says all of a sudden.
"Water-fire and air-earth," Xandra agrees. "It seems a fitting hidden meaning, and a suggestion that helps frame each seemingly non nonsensical response."
'Water - where is the door?'
'Fire - fear the war.'
'Air - at the lakeshore.'
'Earth - at the carnivore.'
A pause at that. "Fear the war. That is...topical."
"It is." Moore says. "But I imagine it doesn't have anything to do with the actual emotion of fear... I imagine it's something, well, the opposite. So either somewhere where there isn't war, or... mm, well, it could be a lot of things, of course."
A smile and nod. "Thank you for walking me through that one, though, either way. ...Wait a minute, what kind of lakes are there in Air? Well, maybe that will tell us..." He taps his chin. "Let me think..."
Recasting Greater Improvisation.
Take 10 on K:P (I can K:L if needed for each plane) for 105 (89 on K:L) on... hmm, let's do it this way:
Are there any lost doors in Water or anything like that?
Is there any location in Fire where people fear war?
Any notable lakes in Air?
And carnivores in Earth?
You can recall a few things about Water.
1. The Padisha's palace is said to have doors that lead to nowhere, or doors that vanish behind you or before your eyes. Genie magic, the magic of illusion and deception, of reality being flexible.
2. Some marid texts refer to portals as doors, albeit this isn't something unique to the marid. It is archaic, as the term portal long, long ago became dominant.
3. Less unique to water and more general, you recall stories of the Infinite Stair, Vivantha speaking of how hidden doors to it can be found everywhere, if one has the knowledge and wisdom to find them.
You recall that the efreet do not fear war. They came from a tribal stock united by the Crimson Firebrand, war was common in the long ago days before the City of Brass. The elementals care little of war, pursuing it against Water when they can but being largely apathetic or alien to most lines of thought. Lesser residents like the azer may or may not fear war, but more often may due to how they're used as fodder by the dominant efreet. Finally, the slaves the efreet sell into the Blood War tend to fear war, you've heard.
There are lakes and even waterfalls in Air, they're unusual but as Air and Water aren't opposed, they can happen. Storms and rain do happen in Air, the rarer part is finding enough solid ground to support such a thing. Still, they do exist and exist far more close to the border between Air and Ice, where most of the lakes are frozen, but they can be plentiful. So you'd need to do more research here or narrow it down.
Finally, the good thing is that most creatures on Earth eat gems, metals or rocks. Some evil elementals and evil Xorn pick up a taste for flesh, and dragons who lair here are notable exceptions and still enjoy meat. The dao do as well, though they don't need to eat at all. Fortunately, most wild creatures here eat the above rather than flesh, so it does tend to narrow things down a lot.
Moore paces around the room -- well, flutters, but he goes around in a few circles as he thinks.
"I can think of a few things. Instead of worrying about all four, let's simply go in order for right now." Moore says. "So with that, let's start with water. The Padisha's palace is said to have doors, more like... mm. It's spatial illusions and deceptions. I... if there was a piece of it there, I'd imagine it'd be in the Padisha's hands, so I'm wondering if that's where it is at all." He says before he continues.
"Marid used to refer to portals as doors, but as that isn't something entirely unique to them, I don't think it has any bearing on our discussion. Last, but I remember a colleague of mine from Aurora talking about the Infinite Stair, which is something that you can potentially find the door to everywhere, if you know how to look. I... suppose it's possible there's a door to the Infinite Stair somewhere in Water that has a piece, but... mm." He shakes his head.
"My gut tells me that if it's in the Padisha's Palace, it may simply go unnoticed, as if it is indeed in multiple parts, someone may just see it as some inert object." Moore explains. "Or, it could be guarded, and the door to it difficult to find. ...I suppose it's also possible it's merely there behind a door no one knows to look for. What do you think?" He asks.
Xandra exhales at that, quill put away. "I think we had best hope the Padisha views us favorably for attacking the efreet. It's the most plausible of those that it's hidden in the Padisha's Palace."
"Don't worry about that. I happened to have been part of diplomatic relations with the Padisha from Aurora, and from a brief time before you joined us." Moore says with a smile. "It shouldn't be any issue for us to either be able to explore or get her personal assistance. I'll have a message sent to them to see if they can receive us. Would you mind accompanying me there?"
"I will follow you," Xandra agrees. "Speak the word."
"It's easy enough to travel to their point of entry and easy enough to get back if she's busy." Moore says. He makes a few quick gestures.
Planar Tolerance on himself and Xandra, CL19, then Greater Plane Shift to the Padisha's Palace. I think it just takes you to a receiving room, which is fine.
You appear in a room. A comfortable room free of water, a sitting room suitable for a noble's mansion. You've been here before, a single bottle of wine laid out with glasses on the table before you.
Yet you barely have a chance to see them before a marid clears his throat. A marid with a polite smile, easy and natural. He is clad in a uniform of light blue, medals decorating his chest, a gleaming salad of color. He wears a slender circlet of coral. "I am Shahzada Badahur Paria," He says to Xandra, a moment's look to her. "We meet again, Moore. Congratulations on your recent ennobling."
Moore offers a deep bow in greeting. "Thank you for your kind words. Please forgive the sudden arrival." A smile to Xandra and then back. "I have come to request an audience with the Padisha. In this capacity, you may see the request as coming from an agent of Celestia." Moore says.
Also, if you'd be so kind as to remind me what the other Padisha titles are, I would appreciate it.
Moore can take 10 on K:L (Water) for 86 to come up with some new ones too.
Such titles as Maharaja of the Waves, Emir of All Currents, Pearl of the Sea and so forth. I can go into more detail if you need more.
"Ah. Of course, the Padisha is already aware of the clashes between Celestia, the Cauldron and the Efreet." The Shahzada says, "The Padisha will see you about that, then."
No, that's good, thank you.
Moore nods. "Thank you."
"Are you ready to go now, or do you need a chance to refresh yourself?" The Shahzada asks.
"We can go now." Moore answers.
The Padisha's throne room is full. Marid and other functionaries are all about amid the waters - and on a throne of pearls, looming high into great waves of them, sits the Padisha.
"Oh Great Padisha! I bring to you Duke Moore of Celestia," The Shahzada declares, kneeling before the throne, voice carrying in Aquan.
Voices murmur, watery ripples of gossip spreading about. Brightly dressed lords and ladies whisper amid themselves, a torrent of noise.
Quick K:P for 90, it's still customary to kneel and bow, yes?
Yep.
Moore flies forward to kneel in front of the throne as per tradition!
Thus you kneel, Xandra following suit.
"You are greeted and received. Speak of what has transpired," The Padisha commands.
"Celestia has mounted an offensive against the efreet and their various holdings across Fire." Moore says as he rises. "Most have been successful, there have been some losses on our end. The efreet have not attacked any holdings within Mount Celestia at present, though in my opinion it's only a matter of time before the Grand Sultan decides to try something, with the forces from Hell that he's been aided by."
The murmurings grow much louder, the Padisha doing nothing to silence them. Instead she sits back and asks, "Why has Celestia taken this action, Duke Moore?"
Moore takes in a small breath before he clears his throat.
"The actions of the efreet, while objectionable, have become increasingly hostile in recent times. We object to their use of slavery in general principal as well as their dealings with Hell and have decided it is time to help enlighten them that their actions will no longer be tolerated." Moore answers.
The murmurs stay steady, the Padisha watching you silently. She lets them rage, whispers of dozens and dozens a soft wind passing through the watery throne room.
When they reach a crescendo, the Padisha again speaks. "I see. Does Celestia seek war, Duke Moore?"
"We do not." Moore says, pausing, as if to consider whether to speak more.
He stays silent for a few moments before he continues. "But we understand that in the times we live, it may become a real possibility. Shar herself has brought more to bear during these conflicts, and we cannot ignore her interference with indifference."
A breath.
"We will not start a war with the efreet, but we will end one with them if it comes to that." He says, firmly.
A hand is raised, silence falling over the court. The Padisha leans forward now, sharp white teeth visible as she smiles. "You will end it, you say?"
Moore merely nods and speaks one word.
"Yes."
Dead silence at that, the Padisha smiling even more. "Amusing." She chuckles, a soft sound that is clear despite the water around you, clear as crystal. "Then this goes to the Hebdomad?"
Another nod. "Yes, Maharaja of the Waves."
A chuckle and another, another and another. "So it will be war," She declares, "War!"
This time the murmurs erupt even louder, unstoppable.
Moore merely stands there and waits!
"War! War! War! War!" The echo of it is repeated a hundred times, gasps and whispers all around. Watery words, wobbling and distorted by the water, even spoken in Aquan.
The Padisha is still chuckling, as in your mind you hear it. 'Tell me one thing. Was all this Medi's work?'
'I do not believe so, Padisha. Unless you know something that I do not about Medi.' Moore responds. 'I do not expect to see Aurora in this conflict, honestly.'
This is presuming he can, since he isn't telepathic, but I assume the Padisha has POWERS.
Alter reality is useful for things like this.
'I know he always meddles and seeks so much,' The Padisha drawls back, 'If this is not his work, then I await his coming masterpiece.'
'I promise I will let you know if I find out.' Moore responds. 'If I may, I did also come here with a request. I am happy to make it audibly, if you wish.'
'Go on,' The Padisha invites.
'I have come in search of a piece of something called Temman's Wheel. One piece of it I believe may be in your palace. I was hoping I might be able to look for it, with your permission.' Moore sends to her. 'I would be happy to show it to you before I take it, if I do find it here.'
The Padisha ignores the great calls about war, about the reactions.
'To what end do you seek Temman's Wheel? To who will you deliver it to?'
'I seek it to use it for our group.' Moore responds.
'Your will of Celestia's will?' Is the question you get right back.
'My own.' Moore sends.
There is a pause.
'I do not blindly follow the light of Celestia.' He adds.
Amid the din, amid the increasing volume, your reply is simple. 'Then I will inform you that no such thing is here,' The Padisha speaks in your mind, 'You are mistaken.'
It's possible that a piece of it wouldn't be recognizable, but...
'I understand. I will likely be looking through the rest of Water to try and find it. Also, I will be opening a trading nexus at my fortress, Hope's Landing in Lunia. Please feel free to send any representatives if you wish to visit. I consider you and your court to be allies.' Moore sends.
"Silence." The Padisha speaks once word and absolute silence comes. Words are cut off midway, all the court turning to her.
"The Coral Throne accepts your words and will consider them. In the meantime, a token of gratitude." A small blue gemstone appears before you, "Take this home with you and quench it in the waters of the sea, Duke Moore."
Moore takes the gemstone!
He follows up with a bow. "You have my eternal gratitude, Pearl of the Sea." He says.
He stands up again and offers a smile. "By your leave, Padisha."
Heading back then?
Let us indeed do so. Also, are there any actual seas in Celestia? I know there's the River Oceanus, but...
The great, endless sea that surrounds Lunia that people arrive from.
Well, then he'll submerge the gem in the seas around Hope's Landing! Or... nearby, depending on where it actually is relative to the sea.
Thus you return. On appearing on the beaches of Lunia, Xandra breathes in deeply. "Ah." A single noise before she addresses you. "The marid believe war is coming."
"Do you think else is?" Moore asks her. "I don't think there's any way to prevent it, unless we took so many forces against the efreet to subjugate them before anything even happened. I... don't think that's likely."
A frown as he looks at the gem. "I don't think this can be ended peacefully."
Take 10 on Spellcraft for 85, may as well figure out what that gem actually does!
CL check on that.
[14:26] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+30
[14:26] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+30 --> [ 1d20=1 ]{31}
Well that's not going to work at all.
It really isn't.
You detect no magic on the gem.
Moore will fly towards the sea along with Xandra. He may not be able to detect any magic on it, but it surely will do something!
"I doubt it," Xandra admits as you fly over the vast, seemingly endless sea ahead.
"I didn't go there to stir them up for war, but..." Moore sighs as he flies down to submerge the gem. "At least we know we have allies."
The gem sinks into the water, dissolving into it. A moment later beads of water begin to gather together, forming a marid. Tall, slender and well made, he looks on at you with an easy smile. "Moore! Duke Moore, rather!" He offers you his hand, "Glad to meet you."
Moore opens his mouth.
Then he shuts it.
Then opens it again.
"...I have several questions." Moore says as he moves in to shake the Marid's hand. "I can't say I've ever met someone in quite this manner before."
"Call me Trader," He says, "Created by the Padisha to see to her possible mercantile interests." He has a firm handshake, you note.
"It's good to be the Padisha." Moore says. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Trader. Come, let me introduce you to Hamperie." A gesture to follow as he turns. "I'm not entirely unfamiliar with the idea of mercantile trading, but this is my first foray into trying to create a bit of a trading nexus."
"I'll be glad to help you, of course," he smiles smoothly.
Xandra looks on, "Real help," She chides, "Not help that favors the Padisha."
"Xandra." Moore says, with a look at her.
He turns back and continues back towards Hope's Landing. "What do the marid think of the mercane, Trader?" He asks as he flies along.
Xandra goes silent at that chiding, head bowed slightly.
Without even a reaction from Xandra's comment, "Overall? Greedy, self serving bastards who will sell you if the price is right. They pale in majesty to us and the Padisha, of course, but they are quite profitable."
"Could you work with them if they came here?" Moore asks as he continues.
Flashing you with a smile of pearly white teeth, "Easily!"
Moore nods. "All right. Can I assume that anything you agree to is agreed to by the Padisha as well?"
"Subject to formal ratification when appropriate," Trader says, "But you're right, my friend."
Moore nods. "Very well. Would you like a room to stay in while you're here? It, ah... well, actually, it could probably be filled with water, if you wanted. I realize you can clearly exist outside of it, but I'd like to be hospitable."
"I'm fine without water," The marid agrees, "But a room will be appreciated and only reasonable. I'd hate to imagine you have poor hospitality, my friend!"
"For all intents and purposes, I intend to treat you as an individual sent to us from the Padisha." Moore says with a smile. "Now, let's find my goblin friend."
Intent will be to have Hamperie and Trader discuss some basic ideas. I don't know how far he got with all of that since we were off fighting for a while.
Okay, they can get on that easily enough. Anything else you're knocking out right now?
Hmm. The only thing I was going to do was go to Ben-Hadar's... well, I assume palace, but who knows what the heck it is? And basically explain the same thing he did to the Padisha and see if they might have any ideas.
Okay, you have an event first anyway.
You're seeing to things in the courtyard when you hear it. "Cresiel!" Villisa's voice, bright and lovely. "I'm here!"
Moore turns to the entrance. "Lady Villisa! Welcome back to Hope's Landing!" he calls out to her.
Villisa flies in, "Thank you, and I like the name. So, what happened to have Cresiel request my presence?"
Moore clears his throat. "A gentleman by the name of Sanez, from Brightwater, stopped by with a letter for me that turned out to be an assassination attempt from Asmodeus." He explains. "We still need to try and track down this individual... and find out what happened to the real Sanez, or... find out why he decided to throw his lot in with Hell."
"Despicable," Villisa gasps, a hand to her mouth. "I understand. Does anything need to be done immediately? Where is Romiel?"
Moore shakes his head. "You needn't worry about us here. I spoke with Lord Erathaol and we got some help from..." He gestures towards the top of Celestia. "On high."
"Too late for that, Moore dear," Villisa shakes her head, "I'm going to see to everything here, get the defenses done properly. Now where is Romiel?" Waggling a finger, "This is no time for trusting in anything but everyone's best."
Moore smiles a bit. "Very well. I haven't spoken to him for some time, I would imagine he's still at his own fortress."
A long moment, Villisa staring. "I see." A slow smile comes to her face, "Then I'll go see Cresiel directly."
"By all means." Moore says. "I don't know that I could stop you anyway, really." A smile after that.
Villisa passes inside from there, leaving you alone at that.
A breath out.
"We live in interesting times." Moore says to himself.
Take 10 on K:P for 90, I'm assuming Ben-Hadar has a Palace like the Padisha does? Is there any formal thing that needs to happen for someone visiting?
Ben-Hadar resides in Ssesurgass, his personal realm. He lives in a fortress amid a vast coral reef, where the residents of the realm live and serve. It's noted that Ben-Hadar is gruff to say the least, often called an old man in spirit. He's relatively flexible in people dropping in, as the all water elementals know the currents bring in what they bring in.
Presuming there is no immediate business here, let's (Xandra and Moore) take a trip to Ssesurgass which you can guarantee I am going to misspell a few times.
Keep a copy of it handy, yes. It's a corker of a name.
As you prepare to go, ducking into your room to freshen up? "Moore," Grias knocks and then calls, "You have a visitor."
"How do you even..." Moore starts, but then just shakes his head. "All right, I'll go see them. Thank you Grias!"
Moore heads off to do just that!
Dragon!
The figure here is a luminous silver dragon, perched outside the fortress and resting its giant head on the outer wall. It is looking your way, eyes like pools of radiant mithral. "Duke Moore," the dragon greets, "I am Sylashavalarine, 2nd general serving under Lord Barachiel."
Do not expect me to even try with that one.
Moore blinks. "Greetings and salutations." Moore says, he brings a bow down as he flies up to meet the dragon face-to-face. "To what do I owe this honor?"
Sylashavalarine's head rises, coming up close to you, face to face literally. One molten silver eye dominates everything, a long look at you before withdrawing. "I serve in diplomacy," he says, "Would you care to ride on me while we fly and discuss a matter of diplomacy regarding the marid?"
"I don't know that I have much of a choice, from the sounds of it." Moore admits. He flies up to sit on the dragon's head.
"You don't," The dragon agrees, taking off. He flies with remarkable speed, your fortress rapidly left behind. "But you have a right to privacy. No one will hear us like this." Below is the beaches of Lunia, seemingly endless, and the mountain rises higher and higher above.
"By all means, then." Moore says.
"Barachiel has received reports from those close to the marid court that you spoke for all of Celestia's position regarding the current offensives against the efreet. Is that true?" Sylashavalarine asks, voice a draconic rumble, though not hostile. More like Baleruk's contemplative voice.
"I think that's... a bit of an overstatement." Moore says. "I explained to the Padisha in general terms of what was going on with our battles between the efreet and Celestia." He explains. He takes a breath in and considers for a moment. "I did say, and I quote, 'We will not start a war with the efreet, but we will end one with them if it comes to that.'"
There's a pause as he considers again. "Ah, I think I see where the problem is -- she followed that statement up with asking if this went to the Hebdomad, which... mm." He stops there and sighs. "I said yes, so I can understand where the mixup is. I thought I had made it clear that we weren't going to instigate a war with them, which is what my secondary statement was meant to reflect. But I can see how someone would view it as also saying 'we're willing to go to war.'"
As you fly along, the wind whizzing by and the light from above shining down? Sylashavalarine exhales gustily, a torrent of icy frost spewing out, parting around the dragon's body, leaving a thin layer of it on his wings and sides. "Words at war with precision, words too easily fit into what another wishes to hear or words simply misspoke. The greatest tools and enemy of any diplomat. I feared it was something akin to that."
"I sincerely apologize for misspeaking. It was an attempt to show our solidarity in not trying to pick a war with them." Moore says. "I didn't mean to cause a problem, but I understand I did. I'll accept whatever punishment I need to, please accept my apologies, nonetheless."
"It is not my place to punish you," Sylashavalarine declares, a soft snort, "But I accept your apology in the spirit it is offered. You are ultimately Erathaol's personal agent and he will see to any discipline. I am here to ascertain the situation and report back to Lord Barachiel." The dragon turns, starting to head back in the direction of Hope's Landing. "Far more important than any punishment will be self improvement and understanding of how the mistake happened and why. When events are less tense, would you like an invitation to the Heavenly Speaker's school? We offer courses on debate and diplomacy, word games of all kind. We also serve as supplementary training for established diplomats and agents all across Celestia."
"I understand. Sorry, I'm still used to traditional... uh... admonishment." Moore admits.
"Yes, that would be very helpful." Moore says. "Actually, if it'd be at all possible, could I receive some sort of... summary of various diplomatic efforts with the other planes? It would help me a lot to learn how others have been handling these sorts of situations and how to avoid this in the future."
"I'm not privy to most of it," Sylashavalarine admits, "But I am allowed to discuss what I do know. Right now, diplomats who are questioned about it are to say that it is a developing situation and that soon the will of Celestia will be revealed, while emphasizing that Celestia has no tolerance for slavers or the forces of evil. Routinely, diplomats in more important positions or in a position that has a reason to be better informed will have a message to pass on in private. We will not lie, but nor will we spread word recklessly."
"I understand." Moore says. "Thank you. That will be helpful for the future. If you would please communicate to Lord Barachiel that I will likely stop by to learn more about the diplomacy of Celestia in the future, I would appreciate it. Beyond just the school, it would be helpful to learn more about current happenings and so I don't visit anywhere that may already be being handled."
"I'll see to it," Sylashavalarine concurs, "I will report our meeting to Lord Barachiel. Is there anything else you wish to add?" he asks, as you see your fortress on the horizon.
Moore nods. "In case it affects anything, the Padisha gave me a gem -- it created a marid, who I assume is actually some sort of magical construct, to help with an attempt at creating a trading nexus at my fortress." He explains. "I don't... think it's an issue, but given the rest of the circumstances, I figure it's better to be overly transparent."
"I will inquire on your behalf," The dragon says, swooping back down and landing, right where you began.
"Thank you. Have a safe trip back -- you're more than welcome any time." Moore says as he hops off to fly back down.
"Be well," Sylashavalarine declares, "May we not have to meet again under these circumstances."
"I hope not either." Moore says with a smile and a bow.
Well, this changes things a little. For now, he'll stay at the fortress and keep an eye on things. Best to not go anywhere else for a day or two, he thinks.
Going to be doing anything during that time, first of all?
He doesn't have anything specific on his agenda at the current time.
Okay, gimme a d100.
[12:22] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[12:22] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=99 ]{99}
I mean at this rate, I've already been visited by a literal dragon and the Aunt Dragon, so...
When you return to your room, you find a sealed letter on your bed.
There's a brief hesitation...
Ah, right, there's no need to worry. He goes over and opens it!
It reads as follows:
Call it a gift from someone who approved of your past actions.
---
Beneath that are a series of strange arcane diagrams, rather complex on a glance.
Moore blinks.
...Of course!
He goes to his desk to get out Calley's You know, OOC, I'm surprised I've never accidentally spelled it Calleigh. Just saying. notes and compare the diagrams!
I dunno if it was a typo, but in the future could you have your OOC comments not mixed entirely into your lines? It's a little confusing. Thanks.
Gimme an K:A check here.
Yeah sorry, I forgot to hit enter there.
Take 10 for 105.
A hah! Whomever your benefactor is, it's helpful. You put a few more pieces of the puzzle together.
+8 more. What's that put the total at?
126/777
Moore blinks as he goes over the notes, eyes widening.
"But who...?" He shakes his head. He simply looks up and out a nearby window. "Thank you."
There's no answer to your statement, but the letter remains.
Doing anything else with that letter?
I'm guessing there's no magic on it? He'll just put it on his desk.
You rest in your room after, the day's events taking their toll on you. As you do...the steady knock-knock-knock on your door stirs you, waking you from a near-nap.
"Come in." Moore calls out.
Grias floats in. The door closes behind him without him touching it, "A dragon visited and took you for a ride? Is everything well? Will we have a dragon lairing here soon? Do I need to get a new wing built for a dragon?"
"Everything is fine." Moore says with a smile. "I just was a bit too honest with the marid."
"Ooooh..." Grias audibly exhales and then goes right on, "Honesty is a virtue, but it can be a selective one, can't it? Sometimes you have to refuse to answer a question, like if a tyrant asks you where your fellow rebels are, even if it gets you hurt or worse."
Moore nods. "You're absolutely correct. I learned a lot from the experience."
"Oh! Was the marid queen like a tyrant?" Grias says, then droops, "I've heard she can be cruel. Oh, a whip of water and a yoke of storms, all on those who oppose the marid dominance!"
"I don't think she's a tyrant." Moore says with a smile again. "I think she just... mm. She's not cruel, but I think she's... mm. It's hard to explain. She reminds me of what Cresiel might've been like if he hadn't met people to soften him up."
To that Grias perks up and rises in the air, "Really? Like Cresiel?!"
"Let me try and explain." Moore says. "When I first met Cresiel, he was very serious... he didn't deviate at all from his path. He had one mission and stuck to it. She reminds me of someone who's never had someone in her life that was able to give her an alternate path -- to never be able to speak up and offer other options on how to handle something."
"Really? Well, she probably is a spoiled noble at heart," Grias admits, "Surely she came from the richest and most affluent of the marid."
"Grias, it's unlike you to say something like that." Moore says. "Xandra seemed concerned about her motives as well. I think we should believe in the possibility and hope that all people can be good at heart."
Grias colors reddish and retorts, 'Of course she could change, but the marid do have a reputation. Not as black as the efreet or dao, but they have it."
"Then it's up to us to make sure she learns from our examples." Moore says.
"Of course."
A moment and then Grias says, "...she isn't coming to visit like Lady Villisa is, is she?"
"Hah!" Moore lets out a laugh. "No, I don't think so. She sent a representative though. He's going to help us create some trade here."
"Oh yes, I'll have to go make a room for him," Grias says, "Will he be staying long?"
"I'm not sure. I hope so." Moore says. "If just because then I know things will likely work out."
"Oh dear, then I'll have to see to it all. I'll have to have the kitchens expanded at this rate," Grias murmurs, starting to fly off.
"Thank you, Grias." Moore calls out after him. "Let me know if you need anything."
"I will!" Grias calls, "Oh, and did you find the letter on your bed?"
"I did, thank you." Moore says.
"Good," Grias says, flying off at that and out.
"Perhaps that's enough for one day." Moore says as he flops back onto his bed. "Where is the door?" He mumbles to himself as he relaxes. "Hm..."
You have some time to kill at home. Anything you're doing to do for it, first of all?
Searching for Syllen's stuff will require some more wandering, so we'll hold off on that. Likewise with the four planes.
In that case, he'll just do more training with Xandra on Words of Creation.
Okay, great. Where were on that last time?
http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,104201.msg1124510.html#msg1124510 this is the most recent post you made on it.
This time, Xandra takes you to a darkened room of Hope's Landing. The windows are shuttered over, not a scrap of light in here save for what comes from the doorway.
"Today, I think you would be better served focusing on what you have learned within, for wisdom matures within and wisdom illuminates all the paths." Xandra advises.
Xandra briefly turned into another archon there for a second.
"All right." Moore nods. "Is there anything specific you'd like me to focus on?"
I get the weirdest typos sometimes.
"Inward, inward," Xandra says, "Take your time." She then closes the door, leaving you in pitch darkness.
"Inward it is." Moore says.
He moves over to sit down. There's no real point in closing his eyes, but... let's give this a shot.
Focus inward... what he's learned within.
What he's learned about the voice, what he's learned about himself... his friends, his allies, his enemies...
He created a blade of grass before... could he create a way to find the Wheel...?
Give me a Wis check.
[13:17] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+6+15 (+greater improv) wis check
[13:17] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+6+15 (+greater improv) wis check --> [ 1d20=2 ]{23}
You meditate for a time in the darkness. Nothing really happens during it - you focus but can't seem to really come to anything.
Darkness can't exist without light.
He decides to close his eyes after all and think.
He's been shown so many paths, but ultimately, he has to walk his own path, not someone else's. In order to do that, he must learn from his experiences -- both positive and negative...
Another breath. Inward.
Inward...
Inward.
Wis again.
[13:49] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+6+15 (+greater improv) wis check
[13:49] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+6+15 (+greater improv) wis check --> [ 1d20=13 ]{34}
Moore meditates, lost in his own mind and thoughts. He focuses inward, feeling and feeling and feeling. He feels something, a memory, something. He remembers the light, remember the voice, remembers. Memories of it flutter through his mind, cascading endlessly throughout his awareness.
He agreed that however he got There, it didn't matter anymore.
Whoever he was before his time There is gone, now.
Nonetheless, he may need to face those memories -- to face what he's forgotten he's remembered.
Inward.
Inward is the only path forward.
Wis again, +1 bonus.
[14:24] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+6+15+1 (+greater improv) wis check
[14:24] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+6+15+1 (+greater improv) wis check --> [ 1d20=11 ]{33}
Your mind wanders in the dark - ah! Light! The door opens, Xandra looking in. "Come," she invites, "Close your eyes and come to me."
"Easier said than done, but..." Moore shuts his eyes and stands up, tentatively flying in her direction.
Xandra's strong hands grasp you as you get close, darkness coming even more as a hand goes over your eyes. "Relax. Simply relax and keep your eyes closed. It won't be long."
That's even easier said than done!
Nonetheless, Moore takes in a deep breath and lets it out, relaxing.
You are carried and carried and on and on..."Now!" Xandra cries, "Look up and open your eyes. Look on and SEE!"
It's time.
He has to look -- even though something in his gut tells him not to.
Something inside him says to look away.
...That isn't who he is anymore.
He opens his eyes and looks up!
Cha check, +7 circumstance bonus.
[15:14] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+15+15+7 (+greater improv) sheer charisma
[15:14] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+15+15+7 (+greater improv) sheer charisma --> [ 1d20=20 ]{57}
The light. You look up to Chronias, the light of it overwhelming you. The light is everything, the light is - !!!
Will save.
[15:38] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+46+15 will save
[15:38] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+46+15 will save --> [ 1d20=8 ]{69}
~All Right~.
It's too much, yet you keep it together. You feel shaken somehow and yet purer, cleansed. You feel right as the light of Chronias momentarily blinds you.
"I..." Moore stammers.
No.
The light cannot blind those who can truly see.
Moore takes a breath and continues to look -- even though he can't really see at the moment.
You couldn't stop looking.
You couldn't look away.
A great thing, an impossible thing. A thing with no shape and all shapes, yet beyond shapes. A shape that is not a shape. A shape you cannot understand. A material that is real without being real. An impossibility. A glorious, terrifying, awe inspiring impossibility.
No.
It is real. More than real. A level beyond being real. More than that, compassion. Love.
You can't look anymore. A glimpse of something, leaving you shaking like a leaf. You fall onto your side, laughing and joyous, terrified and afraid.
Xandra is at your side, a gentle hand on your shoulder and nothing else.
Moore just lays there for a moment, breathing.
Alive.
He takes another breath.
"Was that..." He stops himself.
He takes in another breath.
And another.
One more, for good measure.
Was this what it was like when he talked with E____?
He finally takes in a breath as he slowly sits up.
"...I'm still in awe." Moore says, quietly.
Xandra says not a word, holding your shoulder. She just meets your gaze and then looks up towards the light above.
Moore winces as he looks up again. Maybe not as intently, this time.
Or, maybe he still needs to see...?
"Beautiful, isn't it?" The voice behind you is casual, as if remarking on the weather. Rather pleasant on first blush, too. "I was never stupid enough to look that closely, though. Not until I was ready to deal with what lies beyond mortal or immortal comprehension."
Xandra startles visibly, whirling with her blade in hand in an instant. "Who-!"
Moore reaches over to hold Xandra's shoulder. "Don't be alarmed." He says quietly as he turns to greet the visitor.
"I've seen a few things already that I think exist on the fringes of Creation." Moore says as he collects himself. "Besides, there are some things you'll never be able to convince yourself you're ready to do, even with all the preparation in the world."
A man. A man, clean shaven and decidedly middle aged, long and gray hair kept roughly controlled by a wide brimmed had. He wears a gray cloak and matching clothes, the sturdy clothing of a traveler, a walking stick in hand. If not for the fact that he stands on thin air as if it were nothing, he would look entirely normal.
"There's a fine line between cowardice, that and foolhardiness. You're still alive, so you're not that big a fool and you aren't the type to be a coward if you're here." The man agrees.
Is this by any chance the same man who came and met Moore in a dream when he was studying how to remember anathemic knowledge? I can try and find the post but it was a while ago.
It looks a bit like him in the face, but the other parts don't match.
"I take it you're just visiting again? ...But am I awake this time?" Moore asks.
A slight nod to that. "Good, we can skip the tedious parts and get to the point," The man says, expression serious.
Xandra still has her blade out, not that the man is terribly bothered by it. "Who are you?" After that she puts the blade away, becoming a trumpet once more.
"He's not going to tell you." Moore says. "The last time I met him, I wasn't actually awake, so... I don't think we are right now, either. He's not an enemy." Moore adds. "But it sounds like you're here to try and impart something to us, so... please, what is it?"
"A word of advice from someone invested in this but unable to act directly: Don't get so tied up in your skirmishes with the efreet to forget you have more important tasks." He says this plainly, "As important as knocking the efreet down is to you and others, it's a side show to what's really going on."
"I understand." Moore says equally plainly.
"Would you care to offer a suggestion as to what you think I should focus on?" Moore asks. "I'm sure you already know where my attention is, at the moment."
"You been given your marching orders yet? Looks like it to me, but fill me on on that work the child gave you and whatever else." He asks that, glancing at Xandra.
Xandra returns that look, sword gone but still visibly tense.
"I have... about a seventh of the mystery solved when it comes to those notes." Moore says. "I've still got a long way to go, but I think there are big pieces just hiding somewhere."
"As for marching orders... I mean, we're helping with the efreet, obviously, but... beyond that, no, nothing specific. I'm looking for the four pieces of Temman's Wheel right now so that we hopefully have more freedom in exploration. Ultimately, until I solve all those notes, I think I'm a bit stalled. I think once they're solved, we find 21 and then Io." Moore says. "Beyond that? It's mostly just a matter of smashing up Sharran outposts as they come along and anything else that decides to rear it's evil head."
"It's growing, you have a long way to grow," The man agrees. "Grow but keep your eyes on the prize. All the efreet slavers in Creation being stopped matters for nothing if Shar gets her way."
Moore nods. "I understand. I will keep searching." A smile afterwards. "Maybe next time we can meet under less suspicious circumstances."
"Maybe," The man admits, "If I can't get back to sleep first." He turns to go, "Sorry for the vagueness, there's rules in place for Creation's protection. We labor under the gaze of something beyond all of us." He speaks as he walks away on thin air, "Speaking of, keep this conversation to yourself and the others close to you - Jetina, Kaja, Cresiel and of course Xandra."
"Why you," Xandra calls to his back, "What is your purpose? Why do any of this?"
"Xandra, it's okay." Moore says, with a turn to her and a smile.
"Can you answer one thing? Is this related to Medi?" Moore asks.
"Medi? That old, dead memory?" The man doesn't even look back.
"Someone like him doesn't really just up and die." Moore says as he pushes himself to his feet. "But I'll believe you if you say it's not related."
"Everyone dies. That's what Shar's counting on," The man says as he goes, calling back, "Think you have it in you to beat that inevitability?"
"You wouldn't be here if you didn't think I did." Moore says.
Thus he leaves at that, no further conversation.
"Now what?" Xandra murmurs. "He was invisible to me until he surprised us. Why was he hidden from my sight?"
Moore makes a non-committal noise.
"I don't know who he is exactly, but I think... mm. It wouldn't surprise me if he turned out to just be Medi or something." A shrug after that. "I don't think he's a deity, but... well, it doesn't really make much of a difference."
A breath in and out. "...Oh, are we actually awake? Huh, weird. Anyway, I think we should probably gather everyone up and tell them what happened, and maybe make plans to go smash a Sharran base or something."
A slight nod at that.
Quick question: Taking any time to rest or going straight to it?
Let's go straight to it.
Getting everyone together is simple enough. Kaja and Jetina are talking quietly about something or another, while Cresiel waits patiently.
Xandra strides in, "We have things to discuss. Moore?"
"We were... visited by someone today." Moore says. "Someone whom I was visited by before, once, in my dreams. We spoke about anathemic knowledge then."
He clears his throat and then gives a brief description of the old man.
"I'm pretty sure that was a disguise, too, but I can't say for certain. I do not know who this person is or where they come from, but they claim to be from some sort of organization or group that... seems to have some sort of non-interference agreement. I also don't think they're an enemy or trying to trick us. At any rate, he basically asked us to make sure our attention stays focused on Shar and not to get too distracted with the efreet situation." A breath after that. "Anyway, I wanted to make you all aware. It seems like he can just... come and go as he pleases, so whoever he is, he's got quite potent magic."
"What? Can you explain it more, Moore?" Jetina asks, sitting up, "That sounds serious!"
"It does," Kaja flashes you his teeth, "Dangerous."
"I don't know that there's a lot more to explain." Moore admits. "We don't know who he is or how he does what he does, but if he's walking into a place protected by the Illuminated Heavens, he either has power beyond that -- which I doubt -- or he isn't seen as an enemy by Celestia."
He looks over at Xandra. "What does your gut tell you? Or... if you're not interested in using such a 'mortal' way of judging the situation, what does..." Moore gestures up and over his head as if to indicate something high above him.
"Now that I'm calming, I'm not sure. I don't think he's a threat with what you said, but..." Xandra trails off.
"Something about him bothers you," Jetina asks, to which Xandra nods minutely.
"We could always ask." Moore says. "I don't think anything that happens here is hidden from Lord Erathaol or the other Hebdomad. That may just be the best solution... though we may not learn anything specific, it would be good to set our minds at ease, if nothing else."
"Let's," Cresiel says, "But we need not be afraid, not with what was promised. Have faith." A breath out, "In the meantime, what is our next mission?"
"For now, we're going to stay here. I'm going to wait until Melia gets back and then have her investigate good places for us to to go." Moore says.
A look out a window. "In that case, then let's all take a trip upwards."
"Where is Melia?" Jetina asks, "Off on a mission?"
Meanwhile Cresiel rises, "A fine idea. How far are we going?"
"Yes, she's still investigating the college." Moore says.
He turns to Cresiel. "To the Bridge, if we have to. This is important." He says. He makes a quick gesture and taps Kaja's shoulder.
Limited Wish to mimic a greater version of Fly, let's say with 120 movement or something like that? The default version of fly is 60, so.
Okay, goal here, Moore?
We're going to go up until something stops us. If we get to the Bridge then we'll talk to the Big Angel on Campus.
Daring and bold. Gimme a d100.
[15:15] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[15:15] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=81 ]{81}
Thus the party rises to Mercuria. As you fly, Kaja settles in next to you. In a low voice he notes, "Villisa says Cresiel's changed since he joined you."
Moore smiles and nods to Kaja.
"I think he understands that you can't always see the world in black and white. That was one of the things I learned in Aurora. I think it's carried with us both and I've helped foster that with him." He says.
"Yet to hear the archons talk of it, we need only look upward to see absolute white and below to see absolute black." Kaja remarks, "No, we worry of the realms of shadows and shades, where there is more than the absolutes of the endless planar conflicts."
"The higher you go, the better your vantage point to see everything below." Moore says with a smile.
"A bird's eye view. Is that why fiends are so deluded?" Kaja asks, starting to smile himself, full of sharp teeth.
"I think that's a point that scholars will debate for the rest of time." Moore says. "But I think it ultimately has to do with aspiration and freedom. Even in Celestia, where you have people who are... stodgy, they still have the freedom to think the way they do. Down in the pits of Hell... there isn't much. There's a reason Taelfagn used chains, I think... it wasn't just symbolic." Moore adds quietly.
"Go on," Kaja invites after a moment, "Tell me more."
"Mm. It's a philosophy down there. They adhere only to the King of Hell, they don't... have their own aspirations, their own goals. Zaphkiel is the leader of the Hebdomad and everyone reports to him... but he's not going to kill anyone if they don't agree with him." Moore says.
"You have the freedom to think the way you want up here. It's... mm... it's a matter of not being bound, you know?" Moore says. "Not being chained... either literally or figuratively."
"I've killed devils with plenty of goals. Do you mean goals outside of Hell's bounds and powers?" Kaja asks as the other three fly a little farther ahead.
Nonetheless Jetina looks back and calls, "You two having fun back there?"
"Yes. That's exactly it. Their goals are only to fulfill whatever Asmodeus wants, which ultimately only strengthens their position in Hell. It doesn't... mm... ultimately, it just solidifies their own delusions that Hell will fulfill their needs, but it's just empty promises of power." Moore says.
To Jetina he raises his voice a bit. "Of course, always!"
Kaja calls, "We're catching up, woman!" he calls, speeding up. "We were having a conversation about manly things!"
Jetina rolls her eyes, "If you say so! Now come on!"
Moore laughs a bit as he moves along to catch up!
Gimme another d100.
[21:52] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[21:52] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=97 ]{97}
You rise to Venya - and as you do, you find yourselves out of a familiar place. The lair of the Authority of Generosity is nearby, in spite of your course heading nowhere near it.
"I think we're being summoned." Moore says to the others. "This way." He gestures and flies towards the cave!
"What is it?" Cresiel asks as your companions follow.
"A cave," Kaja says dryly, "A dragon's cave. I can smell the gold. A golden dragon." Sniffing the air a few more times, leaning forward face first, "I can smell it and feel it."
"This is the lair of the Authority of Generosity." Moore explains to the others as he heads inside. "Maybe... hm. I can think of a few possibilities as to why we're here." At this, he raises his voice, "Sir Talinalinas! It's Moore! I'm coming in with some friends!"
Within you find the lair and the wealth, Kaja's attention sharpening visibly, posture ready.
Talinalinas sleeps here, eyes closed and snoring softly. His tail is coiled around a statue with sapphires in place of eyes, squeezing it enough to crack it. Sitting nearby is a creature with black hair and sharp features, as well as a spade tipped tail lashing about. He's wearing the color clothes of a performer, yet his face is marred by a scowl. "Don't bother," he says sourly, "Dragon doesn't want to wake up anytime soon."
Take 10 on K:P for 105 to identify this mysterious person!
EDIT: or if not identify them, perhaps identify their race or something!
The creature itself isn't noteworthy, but you do know a tiefling when you see it - someone with a fiend in their ancestory, usually 2-4 generations back, though it can be far further and manifest randomly in the bloodline.
"So, I'll introduce myself first. I'm Moore, Duke of Songs of Celestia. Do you mind explaining why you're here?" He asks -- it isn't a threat or anything like that, but he does sound curious!
"Cresiel," The solar introduced himself, letting that single word suffice. Then, "Jetina Jerara of Raziel. Kaja. Xandra." Each is introduced in time, as Kaja's gaze is focused all about the treasure, sniffing every few moments.
"I have need to talk to the Authority of Generosity," The tiefling says, "I'm Vale Aurin of Tower Aurin."
"Well, since he doesn't seem to be waking up soon and we're here... why don't you tell me what you need his help with?" Moore asks. "Please."
Take 10 for 90 on K:P, what the heck is Aurin?!
Wrong knowledge, K:L with a subtype of one I know you don't have.
Ah! Well then, Take 10 for K:L (whatever it is) for 74. :)
You recall a vague story once heard somewhere: A Tower Aurin, one of the Tower Societies in a world drowned in great floods. The fact that he has the name Aurin suggests he's royalty or related to royalty, or otherwise honored.
"One of the Tower Societies, right?" Moore asks. "Either way, let's see if I can help you. The Mountain deemed we should be here, so I think there's a good possibility we can help."
"So you can tell us," Cresiel says solemnly, "If your cause is just, we will aid you."
The tiefling blows out a breath, "Alright, solar. I need to talk to the Authority, but I can't wake him up. Can you?"
"If you're not going to explain your situation, then we can't help you." Moore says with a frown. "So why don't you tell us why you need to talk to him? We may have the power to help you in his stead."
"My friends are held hostage," Vale replies, exhaling, "The kidnappers want Ragailan or they'll kill them and take their souls, and a seer told me the Authority of Generosity has it." His voice becomes rapid, faster, "I see so many wonderful things on my walk here...it's been such a trip and taken so long and yet...yet..." his voice trails off, "The dragon won't WAKE UP!" Screaming it, "Why won't he wake up!?"
"Dragons can sleep for weeks after a big meal," Kaja points out, "Not all do, but digestion is better done resting and restoring the dragon's reserves of energy."
"You're a dragon crossbreed," Vale says, voice tense, "Can you wake him up? Get him to wake up so I can get what I need?"
Moore raises a hand up. "How about this? Take us there. We can rescue your friends." Moore says with a smile.
"A solar will suffice, will I not?" Cresiel asks, all six wings flaring out fully.
"It could be a fun distraction." Jetina agrees, "One with a worthy reward."
Vale stares a moment, "What? Why? You'd do that for me, just because I asked?"
"You wouldn't have just found yourself in the cave of the Authority of Generosity if your request wasn't worth the merit." Moore says, still smiling. "So let us help you."
"All of you...a solar and companions..." Vale hangs his head, going still, "Just like that."
"It's the right thing to do," Cresiel agrees, "That is enough."
"Exactly. Do you have the magic to take us to where we need to go? If not, I can do it." Moore says.
Vale lowers his head even more, one glimmering tear tainted with red falling. "You, I mean, I mean, this means so much to me. Are you even of the Towers? Do you understand?"
"So noisy..." Talinalinas murmurs at that, yawning loudly. "Mmmm, Moore. Good morning." Sniffing the air, "Xandra as well. From the smell of it Cresiel and Kaja, as well as a tiefling. What was that about Ragailan?""
"Sir Talinalinas." Moore greets him.
"Vale Aurin is here to ask for Ragailan to help save some of his friends. We happened to be in the area and have agreed to help him. Since you're awake, though... could you tell me what exactly Ragailan is? I don't intend to give it over to whomever has kidnapped his friends, but I'm curious as to what they'd want with it."
From the pile it emerges - a longsword with a plain hilt, save for the red gemstone that serves a a pommel. It is sheathed in gold inlaid leather, "A longsword capable of severing any mortal enchantment, but at the cost of the user's life energies. Powerful, long thought lost and thirsty. It is not evil, but it thirsts to be used, and in being used, it spreads pain and seeks to be used more, no matter who and the cost. I keep it because it is best it does not see the light of day unless there is no other choice."
Slowly Talinalinas rises, "But fear not, young tiefling. I am offended that kidnappers would pressure you and send you here just to get what you want." With a hearty laugh, "How would you like to ride on my back and serve as my eyes while I deal with them?"
"If you don't mind, may we accompany you?" Moore asks. "Or, we're happy to go in your stead. I think there was a reason we ended up here to hear about all of this." He says. "We were actually on our way up to deal with something else."
"Then go," Talinalinas says as the tiefling stares with watery eyes, "I believe you have accomplished what you were here to do. Let none doubt your generosity, for you offered yourself without hesitation to a good cause. Were all of Creation willing to do so, evil would lay defeated."
"All right Vale, can you take us there?" Moore asks. "If not, tell me where we're going and I can."
"I will be glad to," Vale says.
"Go on outside, I'll be right out," The Authority of Generosity says, the tiefling going off with a shaky smile on his face, but a big one.
Once gone, "Allow me to take him alone. I sense you have fulfilled your purpose here, leave his issue to me. You are called higher above."
"You sense?" Xandra asks, rather sharply.
"I know," Talinalinas clarifies, "Go."
Moore blinks, but then relents and smiles.
"I understand. Good luck." Moore says. "You know where to find me if you need anything."
With that said and done, they will go out and bid Vale a farewell before heading up and onward!
As you fly up, Jetina falls in with you. "It's a little strange being on the other end of a lesson, giving it rather than receiving it."
Moore smiles. "I'm just glad we were there to help him."
"It felt like he comes from somewhere that help isn't easily given," Jetina goes on, "That what we did will be remembered for a long time."
"I hope so." Moore agrees. "To have the ability to believe in other people for help is... mm. It's something that we take for granted -- so being able to give it so readily to someone in need helps remind us how important it is."
"Keeping it in perspective." Jetina murmurs, "Do you remember Kamhoff?"
A blink, then a small laugh. "I'd say 'of course,' but until recently I'm not sure I would've. I do, even his dog. I wonder what he'd say if he found us here in Celestia. Probably complain about there being too much light."
"He was good for helping us, do you remember?" Jetina says, "How different we would have gone without him."
"He was always so cranky, but I think he had a good heart." Moore says with a nod. "I can't imagine how we would've gotten by."
"It makes it easy to be generous when I think of him," Jetina agrees, "Of everyone...even Lucy or Veren." Jetina looks upwards, "I hope Lucy's happen in Aurora."
"You could always go ask her." Moore says. "You have the freedom to do that. Don't forget that!" He chides. "But she didn't seem to remember me when we spoke before... but that might be her decision, to not recall any of it. I don't know."
"It's her life," Jetina agrees, "I'll have to find out if I have a place in it, if we have a place in it." She takes a breath, a slow smile spreading on her face, "Just have to avoid bringing Kaja, can you imagine how he and Baleruk would get along?"
"Baleruk managed to get along with Gold." Moore says with a grin. "He's really like a house of cards sometimes if you blow the right way. I blame his chaotic nature for that one."
Jetina laughs and hurries along, as...
D100.
[14:46] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[14:46] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=7 ]{7}
Oh ho ho ho ho ho
ho ho ho
HO!
Solania. It is a realm of foggy mists and gentle peace. As you fly along it, you...
Gimme a Wis check.
[15:00] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+6+15 Wis (+GI)
[15:00] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+6+15 Wis (+GI) --> [ 1d20=18 ]{39}
The fogs reach forward, surrounding your friends in light. Taking them away. Yet you are not afraid.
"Erathaol said you would come here," The voice is feminine and gentle, yet completely calm. Serenity washes over you, as a naked woman approaches. Her features are oddly indistinct, as if her body is unfinished. Her coloration is blue and with white angelic wings, flying along with a grace, a purpose, moving as if restrained. "I am Pistis Sophia. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Moore."
You and Seira end up being on the same track again. Somehow the two of you have a knack at that.
"Lady Pistis Sophia." Moore says, quietly. He offers a bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Please forgive the intrusion."
"Forgiven, for I invite all to come and walk here," Pistis Sophia says, "Your soul seeks answers."
"I am trying to understand the person who visited us." Moore says. "I am... aware that those who exist outside of the rules of Creation, much like 21 does, or... even Sylvie, right now." He says the last part with a small smile. "You know Hope's Landing is protected by..." He gestures up and over his head. "I'd like to know if you can tell me anything about him, or... anything like that."
"The answer is found inward," Pistis Sophia says, and then in a gentler voice. "I believe you already know the answer to this question. The better question is why he wished you to know."
Moore blinks once. "...It was really... him?" He stammers. "Medi...?"
"It is a time of truth and a time of judgment," Pistis Sophia looks up, the light of Chronias an eternal beacon from above. "The Prophecy of Primus hangs over us all. Shall we kneel down and submit or shall we fight? Shall we embrace the darkness or shall we stand with the light? What further miracles will we see?"
"Elena's going to be so happy..." He murmurs to himself. "...But I can't tell her yet, until I can still remember."
He takes a breath and smiles at her. "I don't know you about you, but I've still got a few miracles to create."
"I know little else about the situation," Pistis Sophia admits, "I only know what I have seen in the light of Chronias. Yet you have your answer and you have miracles to make."
Moore smiles and nods. "May I ask you another question? Does the pursuit of being able to retain anathemic knowledge start from within, as well?"
"It starts from within and reaches out," Pistis Sophia raises a hand up, as if grasping to the radiance above.
Chronias continues to shed its light silently.
Moore smiles as he looks upward. "Be not blinded by the light of truth, or something like that." He takes in a breath. "Thank you. You and yours are always welcome at Hope's Landing, Lady Ascetic."
"You are always welcome to walk here, Moore. Let the nature of Solania enlighten you." Pistis Sophia bids, "Return back whence you came, your friends await you.:
"Thank you." Moore says and offers a bow.
He turns to head back!
Sure enough, you find them waiting below.
"Moore!" Jetina calls, "So who got your attention, you just vanished in the mists!"
"Pistis Sophia." Moore says. "We can go back, now. I'll tell you who came to visit us once we're home."
As you begin to fly, "You can tell you're the leader," Kaja calls back as he flies down and ahead, "You're the one who gets the important meetings!"
"Well of course, I named the fortress, after all." Moore says with a laugh. "You know, you can always go visit Bahamut's Palace on your own, Kaja. I didn't just meet all of these people because they came to me, originally."
"Oh, I've heard Bahamut's Palace has entire rooms made wholly of gold," Jetina agrees, "Why don't you go visit?" She comes over and nudges him slightly, "I'm sure you'd love it."
"Actually," Cresiel speaks up, "Dragons can eat gold and minerals. Why decorate with food?"
"A truly cultural question." Moore affirms. "There are some people who just like to make food that looks appealing to the eye. I imagine it might have some root in that."
Kaja bares his teeth, a low growl coming from him. "You don't understand, you're not a dragon."
Cresiel merely nods solemnly, "I concede the point. I do not understand. Hm. Perhaps mother will like a table of rock candy? She is rather fond of it. She does so enjoy gifts I give her."
Jetina starts snickering loudly at that, a hand covering her mouth.
Xandra merely keeps flying ahead, though as she hurries along, you catch a smile of her own.
After saying something rather uncomplimentary in draconic, "Perhaps you will and learn something from it, Cresiel."
Moore laughs a bit as they continue along. "We all have our idiosyncrasies and quirks. It's what makes us unique."
"Really though, where ever would you get a table of rock candy?" Jetina wonders aloud, "Surely no one makes such things."
"Actually," Cresiel says, "There is a business in Brightwater that makes such things, for those seeking to imitate legendary eladrin homes made entirely of sweets. Whimsical things of bard's tales, though I know at least a few exist." His tone is utterly serious as he continues to descend. "A childhood friend once took me. It was unique eating my fork after the rest of the meal."
"Really? That's interesting." Moore says. "But you could make something with magic, I'm sure. Maybe some sort of candy-mancy...?"
"That exists," Xandra murmurs, "Though it is quite rare."
Kaja blows a breath out, "What foolish magic also exists? Assmancy? Dustmancer? Goblin Wizard?"
"Actually-" Cresiel begins, still serious.
"Don't," Kaja growls, "I don't even want to bear the possibility of assmancy being possible."
Moore blinks, then just starts laughing. "I'll get you a book on it, Kaja."
Laughter accompanies you back on down to Hope's Landing as...
You wanted to cover that chat with them, Moore?
Moore takes everyone to their meeting room and shuts the door.
"The person who visited us was Medi." Moore says. "Yes, that Medi."
Cresiel merely nods to that, as if he was expecting it.
Xandra looks intently at you, "That would explain a great many things, but why?"
Kaja scowls, "Medi? The one that Aurora came from?"
Jetina gasps, "Oh! Elena will be thrilled!"
"I don't know. He must've done something to obfuscate his life for the last... millennia." Moore says. "I think he mastered anathemic knowledge."
"That doesn't answer the why," Xandra points out, "Which strikes me as the important question. There must be a reason and it likely ties to ongoing events, does it not?""
"I think it's to do with how the planes are moving." Moore says. "I think he's been watching the various goings-on for a long time and has decided that Shar is enough of a threat that he had to start taking a more active role in things."
"It's a good a reason as any," Cresiel interjects, "We can work with it for now, even if it's inaccurate."
Xandra exhales, "I don't deny it is. So...what does this change, Moore?"
"Well, for now, I think we ought to focus a bit more on Shar. Maybe we can uncover something that's gone unnoticed. Along with that, I do need to continue to investigate Calley's notes." Moore says.
"Of both of them, which is more important to prioritize?" Kaja asks, "Let's start with that, get the crown treasure and then work on the other one."
"The notes, likely. But I think those will take the longest to figure out." Moore says.
"Can we do something that's both?" Jetina speaks up, "Like a Sharran library or some such?"
"That's not a bad idea." Moore says. "In fact, that's probably an excellent idea. All right, let's plan to do that."
Would Moore know of any other sources of information on targets like that in Celestia? Do they have an "Intelligence Division," as it were?
They do. Cresiel would note Romiel is your best and quickest connection to it, as he's been serving there lately.
Then let's go see Romiel as a team. It seems like we're going to go straight from here to wherever, so we may as well stick together.
You reach Romiel's fortress without difficulty, getting in to see him is unremarkable. "Moore," he greets as he stands up from his desk, papers laid out neatly all along it. "Welcome back."
"Sir Romiel." Moore says, offering a bow. "I've come in seek of information. We're hoping you may have knowledge of any Sharran locations that may also contain a library. I'm on... a bit of a quest for something, and we thought we might be able to tackle two goals at once."
"Father," Cresiel murmurs in the meantime.
"Son," Romiel returns before going on. "Yes," he gestures for all of you to sit, "Your timing is good, but not for that reason. We've just gotten intelligence on the efreet's reactions to our attacks as well as signs of possible diplomacy."
"Oh?" Moore takes a seat. "I'm curious, I must say."
"The efreet has taken an interest in several parties here and talk of some sort of meeting is passing," Romiel begins, "The court is all abuzz about it and politics are being played. Notably, Eblis has withdrawn from the court after his earlier involvement."
"Has there been any mention of slavery as a topic as of yet?" Moore asks. "I imagine that will end up being the focal point, unless something else happened."
""It's been addressed in passing, but they're pushing for a meeting rather than discuss it directly so far," Romiel says. "You're one of the people the Grand Sultan wants there."
Moore frowns. "I don't like the sound of that... but they'd have to be very foolish if they wanted to try something. Where is this meeting supposed to take place? And do we have any idea when?"
"It's still being determined. If called, are you willing to go?" Romiel asks.
Moore nods. "Yes."
"Details are being prepared," Romiel says, "They will be delivered if this goes through."
Moore nods. "All right. I may need to have a word with some of Lord Barachiel's aides if it does end up going through." A smile after that. "At any rate, would you be able to provide us a good Sharran target in the meantime?"
"To be clear," Romiel begins, "Are you asking as a friend or asking as Duke Moore, officially?"
Moore blinks, then just lets out a laugh. "Hah! Right now, I'm asking as a friend."
Kaja snorts at that, little bits of smoke coming from his nostrils. "Archons!" he says in draconic.
"Archons," Romiel replies, the solar unbothered by the apparent impreciseness. "I do not right now, but I can find out." He takes a new sheet of paper and begins to write on it, smoothly and swiftly. He waves his hand over it after, the ink drying in a moment.
"I appreciate it." Moore says. "In the meantime, is there anything we can help with while we're here?"
"We could use help checking our defenses," Romiel says, "An outside set of eyes would be useful."
Moore nods. "All right." He moves to stand up. "Then let's go take a look."
Have any relevant ranks in things, first o fall?
I have ranks in all the things, you know that! I could do a K:A&E? Or even something like... I don't know, Profession (Tactician) or something.
Both of those will do, along with K:A.
OK. Take 10 for 90 on K:A, for 72 on K:A&E and ... 47 on Profession (Tactician).
This takes a few hours of steady work. The defenses all look solid, freshly reinforced with added protections against assassins. The things you see are largely minimal things, the sort of thing that could be a matter of choice as much as a flaw. You'd say that the defenses here look quite good.
When you tell Romiel as much, "Thank you," he says, "This is a time more than ever to vigilant."
"I have... an odd question about that." Moore says. "How do you, er... add rooms? Do you just think about it? I... never gave it much thought before, but we may have more people soon, so I want to be prepared."
"Ask Grias," Cresiel interjects, "He insists on handling everything for that and getting workers."
"One of these days I'm going to find out the truth about him. Aren't you supposed to... graduate, or something, at some point as a lantern archon?" Moore asks.
"It's not mandatory," Romiel explains, "For some, paradise is an eternal childhood, slowly learning in the innocent, wide eyed way children do. Though ones who grow stronger and linger such as Grias often become less childlike and some are never childlike to begin with."
"It is the same with courre eladrin, though there is much more variance in them," Cresiel adds. "There are some that are adults in mind and others who are eternal, playing children."
"Ah. Okay, that makes sense. I need to get him a hat next time I go to Brightwater." He says.
A pause.
"Remind me not to introduce your mother to Calleigh." Moore says. He clears his throat. "At any rate, I'll wait to hear back from you, Sir Romiel. Please keep in touch if you need anything. Oh... speaking of Lady Villisa, she is staying at Hope's Landing."
Romiel and Cresiel share a look at that, Cresiel merely adding, "I felt it was needed, father."
Romiel smiles ever so slightly, "Then be well, my son."
Moore smiles and nods, then heads back with the others!
If there's nothing pressing, he'll probably just go back to WoC training since he doesn't want to go anywhere too important unless Melia is back and has news.
Good news - Melia is back when you arrive, in her office, in case you want to meet her. Do you?
Yes!
Melia has Grias keep an icepack against the side of her head as she drinks a cup of cider. "Now now, just stay still until Moore heals you," Grias calls chidingly, "Oh Moore, there you are. Could you spare a healing spell? Nothing too strong, I think a cure serious wounds would suffice."
"You know, I never did master that one." Moore says as he flies over. "I can do this one, though." He taps Melia's shoulder a few times!
[blockquote]Rolled 1d8+5 : 6 + 5, total 11[/blockquote][blockquote]Rolled 1d8+5 : 5 + 5, total 10[/blockquote][blockquote]Rolled 1d8+5 : 5 + 5, total 10[/blockquote]
Cure Light wounds, to be clear.
"Aaaah," Melia says, sitting back and putting the ice pack aside. "Thanks. I knew a cleric of Chauntea once who memorized only healing spells, spent his days healing mostly the poor for free, and making his bread by sparing a few spells for those with the money to pay. He learned every healing spell he could. A shame that wolfman got him."
"I think Jetina probably knows every healing spell there is. Even made some of her own." Moore says. "I take it you ran into some trouble?"
"Job hazard," Melia says, "Where do you want me to begin?"
"I trust your judgement." Moore says as he takes a seat.
"Well, the War College is well and truly riled up by your attack, and there's a bunch of officials from the court investigating," Melia begins. She rubs the side of her head slowly as Grias brings her over a roll and jam from a platter nearby, Melia taking it and slowly spreading jam on the roll. "I found out something useful - from the way everyone's talking, his main goal was protect some nobles there, which he did. The efreet seem to have no objections about his battle tactics. I'm guessing at least a few promising commoners that high up nobles are sponsoring are viewed as more important than repairs."
"Who's 'he', exactly?" Moore asks. "Oh, you're probably getting to that, I'm sorry. Carry on."
"That Unseelie running it," Melia shrugs and pauses to eat her roll. She makes a pleased sound, "I forget how good the cook here is," she says, finishing it off before going on. "I think that's the missing key to understanding his stalling - he was protecting politically connected efreet, probably buying time for them to sneak off grounds and teleport away."
"Interesting. So he wasn't just passing through." Moore says. "...If that's the case, though... hmm. Well, I suppose it's possible for the college itself to have some sort of pact with Unseelie without it being something at the level of the Grand Sultan or the higher level efreet."
"Could be, hard to say," Melia admits, "I heard third hand that the Sultan is promising compensation and aid in rebuilding, so it won't stay down forever. Though I hear they're annoyed over the loss of a library, those take time and money to replace."
Moore nods. "That makes sense. I wouldn't imagine they'd just let it stay destroyed."
"No chance," Melia agrees, "I ran into Tannin sniffing down the same holes I was. Aurora's keeping tabs on the situation but they're busy with something else. Lady Mirima was wounded sorely and required specialized healing due to some type of demon or another, though according to Tannin they're keeping good morale and in an operational pause to recover."
Moore nods. "If you talk to him again, tell him she's always welcome to come here if she needs healing, but I'm sure Morniel knows that already. Anything else of interest?" He asks.
"Just hints it's a political squabble the size of a hurricane over there," Melia admits, "But I don't have access to the court or anyone who's willing to take bribes right now."
"If it helps any, the Grand Sultan apparently wants to broker some sort of diplomacy with us and I was asked personally to show up." Moore says.
"Not a lot, but it's useful to know," Melia admits, "That's the main thrust of what I got."
Moore nods. "All right. Anything else?" He asks.
"I've heard rumors they'll put a bounty on your head," Melia says, "Nothing rock solid yet, nothing a dwarf would call good, but it might be coming."
Moore just chuckles at that. "All right. I'd like to see them try. Are you up for some more information searching? This one should be a bit less... troublesome, but may be more annoying."
"Just tell me what you need," Melia says, "Grias, see if I can get something portable made for going out, I traveled too light last time and paid for it."
"Sure, I know just the things," Grias agrees, "Better than jerky and hardtack."
"If you need something more suitable for travel, we have money on hand." Moore says. "Anyway, I'd like to try and pin the locations of things similar to this."
He takes out Syllen's Bracers and puts them on Melia's desk. "These are apparently part of some sort of group of items made by someone named Syllen who lived some time ago. I'd like to try and find all of them, if possible."
"Know anything more?" Melia makes a show of looking at the bracers, "It's safe to put them on?"
"They're safe." Moore says.
"As for him... not much more. He was a fey-blooded mage. He created several spells with his name on them and it seems like that may have rubbed off on his equipment. His world has long since passed, though. I got these off of that Unseelie, for example."
"Hm." Looking up, "What are the other pieces of the set?"
"I... don't know." Moore admits.
"Damn." Melia snaps her fingers, "Still, it's a starting point. So the creature's fey blooded so I know what trees to follow. Was he a mortal or something else?"
"He was mortal, but barely." Moore explains. "Had plenty of fey blood to practically not age at all. If you want, I can do a divination and see if I can figure out what the other pieces actually are... I didn't think to even try and do that to locate them."
"Mmm. No need," Melia finally says, "Fey magic is tricky, it's even odds I'll get something baneful than helpful."
Moore laughs. "You know, I ought to know that. Whatever you need for this, I'll supply."
"5,000 gold, preferably 4,000 of it in trade coin or vouchers, with the last thousand in platinum." Melia says, "I might need more money to open doors and get things done, but that should be enough to start with."
"You'll have to get the platinum yourself, I think, but here." Moore says as he digs in his bags for a moment before he produces a piece of paper and the coins.
Moore will give her his Brightwater Writ (has 9000 gold left on it) and then 5000 gold extra from the funds. I will make a notation of this in loot and also in the post.
Cool.
With a low whistle, "That'll do it, boss-pixie. I'll see how fast I can shake out some old lore about it. Got a friend in the House of Knowledge who owes me a few drinks."
"If you see Oghma, let him know I'm still looking for Sylvie." Moore says. "And don't get yourself into too much trouble, okay?"
"Aye-aye," Melia says, "Come back intact and whole, it's both of our goals." A laugh follows that, "Maybe this'll be the time I manage it!"
"I certainly hope so." Moore agrees. "Contact me if there's an emergency."
Unless there's anything else pressing, Moore will go back to WoC training.
Sure. Refresh me on where you were with that?
The last thing we did was training on Inward...iness. And then Moore got blinded by the light of Chronias.
"I think that's enough of inward introspection for now," Xandra says, "Let's try simple meditation this time."
"Okay." Moore agrees. "Anything specific?"
"General focus," Xandra says, "Let it flow."
Moore nods.
He takes a breath in and closes his eyes. He thinks of Solania, of Pistis Sophia. While he certainly isn't as great at meditation as she is, perhaps some of the lessons she taught will help him flow, just like the mists there...
Give me a Wis check, no bonuses for spells or anything like that, just raw Wisdom.
[15:08] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+6
[15:08] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d20+6 --> [ 1d20=14 ]{20}
You meditate in peace. Your mind feels clear and empty, as you feel an urge. An urge to create, to see something made.
Well, he does know how to do that... the last time was... interesting, but maybe he can do something like that again.
The rules of True Creation are that it has to be non-magical, correct?
Basically, yes.
Okay. Let's try...
Moore focuses... and envisions a simple stone!
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How big a stone?
Fist-sized. And just a generic stone, no fancy materials.
Not a geologist, huh? Okay, I'll assume some common rock then.
Second important point: Human fist sized or pixie fist sized? Sorry, this sorta thing matters for it.
About the size of a golf ball.
You pull, shape, gather. It hurts - but you grit your teeth and endure it. Got it. A plain stone the size of your fist appears before you, leaving you winded but intact.
100 damage. Note that along with the cost of the blade of living grass.
Moore takes in a sharp breath as he casts a quick heal on himself.
Literally heal, to be clear.
Huh, does it hurt less because it's not a living piece of matter...?
Xandra kneels by the simple gray stone, picking it up in her hand and examining it. "Unremarkable, but made of yourself," she finally says, "Which makes it something miraculous to you."
Moore smiles. "I have a few more miracles to make before I can be Saint Moore, though."
"Keep it," Xandra hands it to you, "It's a symbol of what you can accomplish with the Words of Creation."
"Maybe I'll try and build on it somehow." Moore says as he looks at it. "I know some people tend gardens, maybe... I can try and make a garden myself."
"Speaking of that, do you feel it safe to try something else?" Xandra asks, "Something within your ability." She smiles, "I'd like to see what else you can create, but be careful."
"Yes, I think it'll be fine." Moore says. "I just won't try and create a new breed of plant or something."
Xandra steps back then, watching your efforts.
Moore takes in a breath. He managed a blade of grass before, but what about... dirt? A small amount...
He's trying to create something like a half cup of dirt!
You do so. There's a sensation of pulling and giving, but a small bit of dirt lands on the ground in front of you. Natural brown dirt, nothing special to your eyes except that you created it.
50 damage.
Moore winces, but then taps himself a few times.
Cure Light wounds to top himself off.
"Let me try... this?" Moore says, quietly -- he focuses back on the blade of grass he made before, but this time... he imagines the roots taking hold in the dirt in front of him and the blade of grass growing out it.
Pain. A world of pain as you create living, rooted grass. It hurts all over, your entire body ablaze with it. You tumble over as a blade of grass grows in the dirt you created, growing out of it as if it had always been there.
300 damage.
"...Yep... ...that still..." Moore groans out as he gestures in the air absently.
"Hurts... a bit. But that was... more advanced than I tried with the original blade of grass... I wonder if that means I'm slowly starting to get the hang of this." He says quietly.
Heal on himself.
Your wounds partially heal, vitality returning to you from your spell.
"It may be," Xandra says, "Are you able to recover and try it again?"
Moore nods. "Yes." He takes in a breath. "What do you want me to try?"
Xandra considers and flies down, coming back with a metal cup. "Try filling this about halfway with water," she says, "See how it compares to making the same amount of dirt."
Moore takes the cup and takes in a breath.
Water.
Salty water? no.
Super pure water? no...
Just water. Water.
Water flowing into the cup...!
It flows from you, water pouring out and coming from nothing. Simple and clear water, nothing more and nothing less.
30 damage.
"That was... surprisingly easier." Moore says, quietly.
"How much easier?" Xandra asks, "Do you need healing?"
Go ahead and track your HP in thread for this, since it matters.
"No, I can handle it." Moore says, as he murmurs something to himself.
Song of Life, to give himself fast healing. He'll wait until he's fully healed."It was... about half as easy, if I were to take a guess." Moore says.
"Was making a stone easier than dirt?" Xandra inquires, "It may be that looser or less dense things are easier to make?"
"Creating a rock was... about twice as hard." Moore says.
He considers for a moment. "Yes, that could be it. And since a blade of grass is something living, that... obviously took the most toil."
"So density matters, as well as an object being alive," Xandra muses, "Try creating something different, like the same amount of wine or juice."
"...Can't -you- do this?" Moore asks with a hint of the incredulous.
He takes a breath and tries -- a half cup of apple juice.
Xandra clears her throat and coughs into her hand. "Part of learning is to walk you through discovering it."
It feels a little harder, a little more taxing. But you get the apple juice, sure enough.
40 damage.
"Uh huh." Moore says as he rubs his chest a bit as he waits for the lingering effect of his music to heal him. "That wasn't too bad. A little harder, but even though it came from... you know, a living thing like an apple, it wasn't as hard as grass. ...You know, I could probably do something much more grand if I tried this on Lifasa. But... feels like cheating if I do it that way."
He considers for a moment, before he tries to create a pot around the dirt with his blade of grass -- some sort of clay container to house it all.
EDIT:
To be clear, he's waiting to be full at 422 before trying anything.
422/422 HP
Make a Craft: Pottery check.
Take 10 for 52.
It hurts, alright, hurts but you make it happen. A simple but well made clay pot, forming around the dirty.
110 damage.
"Aah..." Moore lets out a breath as he sits back. "That... mm... Making something with a form other than just a default one seems to make it harder, which... makes sense."
"Still, the potential for unrestrained creation lies in each of us," Xandra continues, sitting next to you and helping keep you up. Her arm is warm around your shoulders as she supports you. "Such are the gifts to us given by the light of Chronias."
Moore nods as he takes in another breath as he recovers. "Not a lot of people can say they can grow a garden without magic. Huh... I wonder if the Authority of Life grew his entire garden like this."
Xandra sits back now, "There is one point. You've met many powerful celestials in your journeys by now. Have you ever wondered why they all have the Words of Creation, even if they have little apparent use for them? Cresiel and I both have them at our beck and call, part of our innate nature. Have you ever questioned why, Moore?"
"It isn't something I've ever given a lot of thought to." Moore admits. "I'll admit, I don't even know why I know them at all. Something I picked up..." He gestures absently away from himself. "I would imagine that they're something that all celestials know, due to... mm. Perhaps the name 'Words of Creation' are just that -- the words used to create everything, so some fragment of that power got passed on. Mm, that's probably far too fanciful a tale to be true..."
"That is the common lore for them," Xandra mentions, "The truth of it or not is argued across the planes, but the power they have cannot be denied."
Moore nods. "That makes sense. I feel like as I continue to advance, this will get a bit easier on me. If I really want to push myself, though, I can try on Lifasa sometime." He adds.
"Just don't overdo it. As you are now, that could claim your life. You have power, but it is a dangerous power." Xandra then smiles a little bit, "If you haven't figured that part out now, then I pray for Chronias to protect you."
"I admit, having the power to create something is... a bit terrifying." Moore says. "Someone on Aurora had a friend that tried to create souls... I..." He shakes his head. "I can see how this path led to madness for other people."
"The divine can do it easily," Xandra admits, "We cannot, even if we use such things as the Words of Creation. It's terrifying because it's more than we're ever meant to do, ever meant to use. Yet we've given this power to create."
Moore nods. "That makes sense. Still... it's nice to know I can create something if we need it." He rubs his chin. "I wonder if I could create something with knowledge I don't have..." He muses.
"Like?" Xandra cocks her head slightly to the side, "I don't follow the train of thought."
"Let's say I wanted to create a book." Moore says. "It should be possible. But let's say I want to create a book on something I don't know about -- knowledge I don't have. Like... I don't know, a book on 'where to find the most delicious apples' or something." Moore adds.
"I don't know," Xandra admits, looking up. She's silent a short time before, "I would think because it's coming from your soul, it has to be something you understand and know."
"Hm... then what about something I know, but don't remember?" He murmurs. "My soul might remember, but not me...?"
He takes a breath and focuses -- on a piece of paper, with words.
Words he can't remember, but knows he had.
Words... he had with Elena.
Words he can't recall.
But his soul does!
To be clear he's trying to see if he can put the words he had with Elena on a piece of paper, to try and dart around anathemic knowledge issues.
Will save.
[13:34] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+46+15
[13:34] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d20+46+15 --> [ 1d20=11 ]{72}
Credit where it's due, I thought that was clever.
Mmm....
Hm...?
You blink your eyes open. You lie in bed, tucked in and warm. Wood sleeps besides your bed, a covered tray on your table. You hold something in your hand. It feels like a piece of paper or some such thing.
How did he...?
...paper?
He looks over at the piece of paper. Maybe it's a note about what happened?
Will save.
[14:15] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+61
[14:15] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d20+61 --> [ 1d20=14 ]{75}
Mmm....
Hm...?
You blink your eyes open. You lie in bed, tucked in and warm. Wood sleeps besides your bed, a covered tray on your table. You hold something in your hand. It feels like a piece of paper or some such thing.
"Not yet, huh." Moore murmurs. "Or...?"
He looks over at a nearby window.
He takes a breath and pulls himself out of bed and goes over to the window, holding up the piece of paper to the light of Chronias.
You hold the paper up to the light and...
Are you looking at it or just holding it up to the light?
Holding it up to see if anything like... noticeable happens. Like maybe it glows or anything.
If it does or doesn't he's going to try and look a third time, though.
The paper does not glow.
You look at the paper - and see nothing. The paper is a secret made form, the unmemorable made real. In the light of Chronias it dissolves away, leaving not even dust or ash in its wake.
"So I can do it..." Moore murmurs to himself. "That means I really do remember -- somehow."
A smile as he goes over to eat his tray of food.
"Just a little longer, Elena." He says to himself.
As you eat, "Oh! Moore," Grias flies in, door opening. "You're up. How are you feeling?"
"Better." Moore says. "I take it Xandra brought me in here earlier?"
"Yes, she said you overdid it training," Grias says, "Really Moore! Be more careful, Moore!"
"I learned something important." He says. "Nonetheless, I understand. Oh, Grias, what is required to expand this fortress?"
"Good, I'm glad you did." Bobbing up and down in the air quickly, "Just don't get knocked out doing it next time, please!" Then slowly floating towards you, "I request it and it's done by my superiors. It's as simple as that."
Moore smiles and nods. "Your admonishment is thus rendered. I had a curiosity that has been sated by my actions and can assure you, it will not happen again."
"It had better not," Grias says, "Take better care of yourself. Why, Lady Villisa was talking about monitoring you for several days, to make sure you don't have relapse."
"Grias, I fear you're starting to think I'm going to start doing unhealthy things." Moore says. "I can only give you my word that I do not intend to do that. Would it help if i explained to you what I tried to do? That might make you worry a bit less."
"Certainly, Moore," Grias says, "What WERE you trying to do?"
"Using the power of the Words of Creation to create a note that contained anathemic knowledge." Moore says simply. "It worked, too, actually... I just... couldn't actually read it."
"Ah." Grias bobbles in the air and starts to laugh a bit, muffled, as if held in. "You were surprised when the fire you made burned your hand?"
"Hmm... no, I wasn't expecting to be able to create the fire." Moore says. "That might be a more accurate way of looking at it. I knew my soul remembered the conversation I had... so I thought, perhaps there was a way to wake myself up."
"Well, be careful," Grias says, "Oh, and you have messages."
"How long was I even out for...?" Moore asks. "All right, let's see them."
Grias flutters the first over. It is sealed with a familiar symbol: Ilsenine's personal seal.
Moore opens it to read it!
It reads as follows.
Moore, enclosed is a small token to aid your adventures. It is a tear from one of the trees that grows deep in our kingdom. I believe it will protect you against fiends and their destructive magic.
Be well.
Ilsenine.
---
Enclosed with that is a tiny, tear drop shaped gemstone of what looks to be amber.
Moore smiles. Maybe he'll send her...
He glances off to the side. Of course, that would be the most sensible thing.
Take 10 on Spellcraft for 74 to identify!
Loot post.
So noted! Do I just... carry it on myself, or...?
It's a slotless item carried on person, yes.
OK!
Moore moves on to the next!
This letter reads as follows.
Duke Moore, thank you for your visit. I look forward to meeting you another time. I'm currently busy with a matter of some importance, so it will not be immediate.
Signed,
The Authority of Life.
How nice of him!
Moore moves on to the next!
The third and last reads as follows.
You are cordially invited to Glimmerspire Keep as a guest of Archomental Crystal. Glimmerspire Keep is a university that studies the finest arts of magic related to earth and minerals. As a guest you will be permitted to study there and read much of the lore enclosed within. You may bring up to two companions with you. If you choose to accept this invitation, keep this letter and bring it with you, as it will serve as your ticket of admittance.
Amethyst, Servant of Lord Crystalle.
"What a pleasant surprise." Moore says. "Hmm... I wonder who'd want to go... Ah, of course." He nods to himself afterwards.
For the time being, he places the small tear on his belt and goes to go check on his Goblin and Marid friend to see if they're getting along!
You find them in a room in the back, in front of various stacks and barrels of goods, "...20 silver per?" Is what you hear as you come in.
"Gentlemen." Moore says as he approaches them. "I'm glad to see you both getting along nicely. I wanted to see how things were going and if you two needed my intervention to get anything started here."
Trader turns, "Nothing needed, we're assessing and planning right now."
The goblin next to him just adds in, "Time is what we need, trade is not fast."
"Of course." Moore nods. "I'll leave you both to it and wait to hear back from you." A smile and a nod after that.
Let's go see if Jetina and Xandra want to go to Glimmerspire Keep.
Getting them together is easy enough. When you mention it, "Glimmerspire?" Xandra asks, "They're quite elite and admit few non residents of Mineral. Crystalle gave you an invitation?"
Moore shows the letter to Xandra at her question.
"It seems like we have some downtime at the moment, so I thought it might be a good time for us to go. I thought they may have some unique spells on protection too, which is why I thought to bring you along, Jetina." Moore explains.
"I was surprised to get this letter, I wonder if there's something there that Crystalle wants us to see. It does seem to come out of nowhere." He adds.
As Xandra reads the letter, Jetina says, "We are still waiting on word about that efreet summit."
Xandra looks up, "So we are. An inquiry to the decisions on that isn't out of line, Moore. Cresiel could do so for you."
"You're right. That's why I was thinking now would be a good time, since we can't be sure how long it'll take." Moore says. "I did also hear from Melia that there may be a bounty on my head over all of this, which would be... amusing, if nothing else."
A nod to Xandra afterwards. "Let's have Cresiel investigate and then we can go to Glimmerspire. It wouldn't be difficult for us to leave to go to the summit if we needed to, unless you think we should just postpone the visit entirely until afterwards?" Moore asks. "I can see wisdom in both sides, really."
"Let's find out first, it shouldn't take Cresiel long," Xandra suggests.
Moore nods and goes to find Cresiel to ask!
Going to do anything but get Cresiel to do this? We can skip ahead to the reply if so.
We will wait! So yeah, skip ahead is fine.
Soon enough you have an answer, "It progresses," Cresiel says, "We will be going, as the invitation is going to be accepted."
"Do they have any sort of timeline yet?" Moore asks. "I'd like to imagine if it's tomorrow they'd let us know."
"Within a day or two," Cresiel says, "We are to prepare."
"Then I believe a trip to speak to Lord Barachiel and his adjutants would be prudent." Moore says. "Let's take everyone, just so we're all on the same page."
Any prep then?
Nah, he'll just collect everyone and they'll go!
Thus you arrive - the fortress is as it was last time you were here, yet the gates of it open for you. You are admitted in, a simple hound archon bowing to you once inside, "Duke Moore, you wish for an audience with Lord Barachiel? On what matter do you wish to converse with him over?""
"I would like to speak with him on the upcoming diplomatic meeting with the Grand Sultan." Moore explains.
"Then come with me," The hound archon invites. As you go, "Lord Barachiel is extremely busy with that, so there may be some wait." Sniffing, the rather poodle like hound archon adds, "But of course Lord Barachiel has it in hand, so don't worry."
"We don't mind waiting." Moore says as he follows along. "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page with what sort of expectations we were to have with this."
You're lead to a comfortable enough waiting room, the hound archon bowing and letting himself out. As everyone gets comfortable, Cresiel stands with his arms crossed. "This is a great honor," he begins, "Do not forget your manners and do not fail to pay Lord Barachiel the respect he is due."
Kaja says, "We're not that stupid, I hope. It takes a special fool to go to a dragon and insult them to their face."
Moore looks over at Cresiel and tilts his head slightly. "Do you have some reason to believe we would be discourteous to Lord Barachiel?" He asks -- his tone isn't accusatory, or he hopes it isn't, anyway.
"No, I don't," Cresiel says, "I have every confidence you'll do well. However," he pauses on this word, "The saying of being safe rather than sorry is a wise one."
Moore lets out a laugh and then smiles. "I understand where your wisdom is coming from. Let's just relax for right now and see what Lord Barachiel has to say on this matter. I'm rather curious myself, especially since I heard that there's a bounty on my head now, or will be anyway."
"How much?" Jetina asks right away, "Dead or alive, for that matter?"
"Not enough and hopefully dead," Xandra says, "One does not want to be brought alive to someone like the Grand Sultan. At least before that death may allow your soul to escape."
"I don't know, but I imagine that may be a thing we discuss." Moore says.
A few chuckles at that, mostly from Kaja. "I once heard a story of a dragon who ravaged and waylaid several kingdoms. It got so bad that the kingdoms put out a huge bounty for him, so the dragon tried to claim it himself. He made a clone of himself and offered himself in exchange for the money. Fool. They didn't give it t him of course, and he got killed because in doing so, he made himself an easy target."
"That's an impressive amount of hubris, even for a dragon." Moore says. "I really have to wonder though, if the efreet could actually accept slavery as no longer being something they're allowed to do."
"I doubt it," Xandra says, "This is likely no more than a polite excuse to size each other up before war. I doubt either side is going to relent." She smiles, "Let them come. So long as we do not lose sight of other foes."
"..." Cresiel is silent, eyes closed and arms crossed. His head is bowed as he speaks, "I am all for stopping this evil, but that is the crux of the argument against it. If we choose this evil, we are neglecting others. Why now? There have been so many eras they could've gone at the efreet, but why now? This is going so far because the Hebdomad is supporting it."
"Do you question the wisdom of the Hebdomad?" Xandra's voice is soft, understanding, but steel lies in it.
"No." Cresiel looks up at that, "But I think there is more going on here than we know of. I do not think this is the reason that Chronias has become radiant."
"Hm... better the devil you know than the devil you don't know?" Moore asks. "Perhaps Lord Barachiel can shed more light on this particular subject. It does seem like we're missing a few key pieces."
"Then let's find out," Cresiel says, settling in.
Anything else to add here?
Nope, we'll wait.
You wait perhaps 45 minutes, lost in comfortable conversation and passing the time. That's when your escort returns, "You will be seen now," he says, "Please come with me."
"Of course." Moore agrees as he moves to follow!
You are escorted to a throne room - a simple throne of wood, wood that shines of gold. Here an archon sits, skin purple and wrapped in dark purple cloth that glitters with all the stars of the heavens. He sits there, attended by seventy seven solars, kneeling and at the ready. Yet even solars seem meaningless next to Barachiel, who speaks in the Words of Creation themselves, words of power understood to Moore.
"Duke Moore, you may approach with your friends," Barachiel says, voice clear and true, commanding.
Moore gestures for them all to follow -- not that they don't understand what Barachiel is saying, of course, but...
"Thank you for this audience, Lord Barachiel." Moore says as he moves in to approach, offering a deep bow once he gets closer.
Cresiel and Xandra kneel behind you, Jetina and then Kaja following suit.
"Great events bring us together," Barachiel agrees, "Speak your mind and ask what you wish to ask of me."
"I would like to know if you have any insight on what you think the efreet are trying to accomplish." Moore says. "Do you think they suffered such losses from Celestia's attacks that they wish to negotiate, or does this have deeper meaning in your opinion?"
"Deep sin like this is not easily cleansed," Barachiel shakes his head slightly, "I do not believe it to be anything but a chance for empty words, betrayal or maneuvering. We go because in the small chance it is sincere, that we be there to help any who wish to turn aside from this grotesque practice."
Moore nods. "I thought as much. May I ask what Celestia's stance is with regards to all of this? If they wish for diplomacy but will not give up the act of slavery, is that, ah... hm. Well, perhaps I should ask this instead: Is that even an option for them, as far as We are concerned?"
"It is not, unless they offered something that was an equal victory and triumph for righteousness," Barachiel says, leaning forward, "It is not considered likely, but the possibility is considered."
Moore nods. "Are we the main focus of this meeting, or is it Lady Seira?" He asks.
"We all are," Barachiel goes on, "The efreet are interested in all of us - you because of your raids and successes against their elites. I cannot speak deeper than that to their motives, but I believe this to be true."
Moore nods. "Of course. If they ask me anything specific, is there any information you would like me to not share? Obviously I won't give them anything they can use against us, but... this is the first time I will be participating in something like this and... ah, as you may know, there may be certain nuances I am not yet familiar with." An apologetic smile follows.
"Yes, we will discuss that before we leave," Barachiel agrees, "All of us, together."
Moore nods. "Very well. Then, is there anything you would suggest I do to prepare for this?" He asks.
"Decide who you will bring and prepare with them," Barachiel advises, "Prepare your magics for support and escape in case something goes dreadfully wrong."
"Do you know who else will be attending?" He asks
"Romiel, myself and Seira, along with two guests each," Barachiel says, "Those were who the Sultan wished to meet with."
"I understand. I will prepare." Moore says.
"Be ready," Barachiel says, "Both for this and what follows, for you will be involved."
At this the solar murmur as one, "Be ready, for war comes."
Moore nods. "I understand."
Can I poke around here and see if there are any spells Barachiel might have come up with that give some boosters to diplomacy!
By poke around, what do you mean?
i guess ask around! Surely someone there can tell me what spells he's developed!
Ooooh. You mean ask around here once you're done talking to him?
yes! Sorry I thought we were being dismissed!
Sure, that was about over anyway. Gimme Diplo then if you're going to linger and try.
Take 10 for 96
You ask around - and within ten minutes, the same hound archon approaches you. "Ahem. Duke Moore, may I have a moment of your time?"
"By all means." Moore says.
Sigh, did he make a mistake again??
Once in there, just the two of you, "Do you need spell lore? If so, you need only ask."
Moore nods. "I would like to know if there are any spells that may not be commonly known that might be good for us to utilize in the upcoming endeavors."
"Why don't I introduce you to our spell keeper? This way," The archon leads you along to a quiet library. It's in the basement of the fortress, yet the light of Chronias reaches even here - here and there, seeming to filter through the walls themselves. Neat bookshelf after bookshelf is sorted here next to racks of rolled scroll, shelves of tablets and other such things.
Sitting at a desk between two shelves is a...
Do you have true seeing or the like?
Yes, True Seeing. CL 15 if it matters
Is a simple man in simple robes. To the eye he is unremarkable. Yet to your eyes he is more. A majestic lion with a decidedly human face and the wings of an eagle, tinted a decidedly golden color. True seeing reveals the truth of him as he turns.
"Duke Moore, I presume," he greets you in a rich, resonant voice, rising and offering his hand to you. "Allashatu," he offers, "Scroll Keeper and Spell Recorder."
Moore extends a hand to shake his!
"Sir Allashatu." Moore says as he shakes his hand. "I would love to speak to you on the matter of spells that Lord Barachiel Or others may have devised that aid in diplomatic endeavors or anything along that line." Moore explains.
A soft click of his tongue at that, a glance at the hound archon. This nets a slight nod back. Meanwhile his handshake is firm and strong, the faintest purring-like sound coming from him during it.
"I'll be glad to help you. I assumed, but I hadn't received an order about this, and access is controlled," Allashatu explains, "Sit down." Once done, "So essentially matters of social conflict, discussion and guile?"
"I apologize. The idea came to me after my discussion with Lord Barachiel." Moore says.
A nod follows. "Yes. I have some magic that aids me with a bit of luck, but I figured there had to be other wisdom hat existed for this sort of thing."
"It exists, of course, as well as countermeasures," Allashatu explains, "Are you familiar with those?"
Moore shakes his head. "I don't have much experience except with my wn."
Sorry, this didn't light up for whatever reason. I caught it relatively quickly at least.
"The gold standard is Humble Words, but it also has a drawback or two," A soft growl follows at that, and momentarily you see a lion's tail behind him, swishing back and forth into view.
"Is that something you could share more details of? I have a moderate ability to cast both arcane and divine spells to the 9th circle, if that helps narrow things down." Moore says.
A glance down at the tail before he smiles again.
"I can," The lion-like creature says, glancing back. "Ah. This form is not my natural one, my tail has a mind of its own," he says, a faint note of embarrassment in his voice. "By birth I am a Lammasu."
Moore lets out a merry laugh. "It must've been a challenge to work with scrolls before. I once met a succumbed working as an administrative assistant that did something similar." He says with a grin. "I admit my curiosity was going to get the better of me by the end of our conversation but didn't want to be rude."
Auto correct is a cruel mistress.
"Mrr," A decidedly feline noise follows at that before, "Now then, where we were?"
"Let's start with Humble Words." Moore says.
"Humble Words attempts to negate all the various means to improve charismatic presence and speech," The Lammasu begins to explain, "Powerful but it can be resisted and it renders you incapable of using those means yourself."
Moore nods. "How about things that allow you to better sense the truth of others' words or to see through bluffs?"
"Those aren't affected, which makes discerning lies and motives easier," Is the answer you get.
Moore nods.
"I imagine we won't be able to cast anything whil were there, so is there anything you can suggest for additional aid? I would be curious to study Humble Words also, if possible."
"I'll have a scroll provided," The Lammasu says, "Could you tell me what spells you use for this?"
"Righteous Halo, Greater improvisation, Surge of Hope." Moore says. "I am going to cast them so you can see them for yourself if you're unfamiliar with them."
And so he does just that!
The spells are studied, "Remarkable - where did you get those spells, Duke?"
"Some came from the wisdom of the Holy Mountain." Moore explains. "The improvisation one I just managed to create after studying the base version for a while."
"Really? I've heard of that spell but never seen an improved version. Could you provide us a copy of it? It would be a worthy addition, though admittedly those of bardic talents are more likely to go to Arborea." A frown as Allashatu rubs his chin, fingers turning to claws, one black claw long enough for him to gnaw on.
"I'd be happy to. I have another one I developed but it doesn't really fall under diplomatic means. I'd be happy to provide it nonetheless." Moore says.
"Please," Is the reply you get, looking up from his gnawing. "Anything like that would be appreciated, we collect useful spells from all over."
"Oh!" Moore blurts out as he takes out the scroll of Syllen's Switch.
"Let me copy this one too." He says. "It's a bit of a long story as to how I came into this one."
full disclosure since I think this came up with Gold in B3, Moore doesn't have the epic skill to make scrolls of high level magic, but I assume we can just hand wave that.
List the spells you're giving over?
Antimagic Sound, Greater Improvisation, Syllens Switch
The spells are dutifully taken and studied, this takes some time. "Ah, a good day," Allashatu declares, putting down his quill. "New magic to be remembered and used throughout the ages ahead."
"If I come across any more, I'll be sure to let you know." Moore assures him. "Other than Humble Words, can you tell me of any further spells you might be able to think of that I might be able to make use of?"
Gimme a quick run down of what bonus types you have for this sorta thing?
luck to the skill itself, competence from equipment, sacred to charisma, morale to the skill itself, uhhh insight to the skill too, I think divine insight isn't sacred bonus
Here you go, had to rewrite it. Spell-level wise it's an odd spell to say the last.
Humble Words
Transmutation
Level: Clr 9, Sor/Wiz 9
Components: V, S
Casting Time: 1 standard action
Range: Personal
Area: 10ft/level emanation centered on you
Duration: 10 min/level
Saving Throw: Will negates
Spell Resistance: Yes
Humble words negates all bonuses to Charisma based skill checks except for those from skill ranks and the target's Charisma score. The caster is automatically affected by this spell. A Will save negates, though the save suffers a -1 penalty for each bonus that would be negated by humble words.
In the meantime as you're handed a scroll, "Let me know what you think of that first."
Moore rubs his chin.
"I understand the purpose behind this." Moore says with a nod. "I don't think I could manage to utilize this where we're going to be going, but it's certainly a spell that I could see as having some very select applications."
"Yes," Allashatu says, going to gnaw on a claw again. "As always, stubbornness and willpower is the greatest enemy of it, much like the spoken word."
Moore nods.
"Yes, I imagine so. It's usually why I just find myself augmenting my own ability, rather than attempting to have something stick on an opponent. Although generally speaking, diplomacy isn't so much slinging spells as it is words." A smile and a laugh after that.
A laugh is shared, "How true, but sometimes spells and swords insist on themselves."
"Yes, I agree." Moore nods. "Regrettably, I think anything that you might have that might offer a unique way of augmenting things is beyond my ability to actually cast as it stands right now. Though, you did give me an idea that Arborea likely has magic that may be a bit more... up my alley, as it were. Do you by any chance know any contacts there who are in similar roles as yourself?"
"I knew one, but I heard he died recently," Shaking his head, Allashatu bows his head for a moment and then goes on. "His name was Maladam, it may open some doors if you investigate. He was a librarian under Lord Faerinaal. Not the head librarian, but we had a good working relationship."
Moore nods. "It gives me a lead, at the very least. I probably can't make it through the red tape before this meeting, but it's something to keep in mind afterwards. I appreciate you aiding me on such short notice."
Anything else to add here?
Nope, good to move on. I'll ask a few questions once we're in the prep stages for the meeting.
Okay, do you want o prep with your team first or just move along to the grand meetup and prep there?
We can move on. Moore will bring Cresiel and Jetina as actual assistants and Kaja and Xandra will go as guards, if that's allowed.
Villisa can do as she pleases, also.
It's two, though Romiel will offer to take Cresiel as one of his if you'd like.
So he can bring two total? Okay. Then Cresiel goes with Romiel, and... mm, Jetina and Xandra with Moore. Kaja can wait on standby with Villisa in case anything happens.
Leaving them with a love nest, huh?
Okay, any other prep I need to know about?
Nothing people-wise. We can do spell loadouts once we're together.
Okay, one sec while I get Seira's end worked out, this will result in a new topic.