It's chilly in Heaven (Moore)

[Anastasia]

"That's some interesting knowledge, and how you used words and knowledge as power. I think that's worthy," The lantern archon agrees, floating aside. "Go on in!" The gate opens, revealing a wide entry hall. The walls are lined with bookshelves, each filled to capacity. Archons and angels are about - reading books or going amid the shelves, everything gleaming white from the pearl walls.

[Nephrite]

"Thanks!" Moore says with a smile as he flies in. He looks over for Ben to make sure he didn't get lost somewhere along the way. "Do you have any idea where we should start with this...? I'd rather not just pick a book at random." Moore says, considering his options. "Maybe we should ask someone? Although I guess we should know what we're looking for first... hm. I'm still trying to figure out more about why I'm here, so maybe if there's someone in charge...?" Moore says as he looks around, looking for anyone who might be overseeing all the archons and the angels.

[Anastasia]

Make a quick Spot check.

[Nephrite]

[13:03] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+15
[13:03] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 33 > [d20=18]

[Anastasia]

None of the archons seem to be doing much. Just flying around and reading, no real leader. But your gaze does attract the attention of one. A green-skinned archon that carries a trumpet, putting down her book. She has hair of the same color and is tall, perhaps eight feet or so. In flawless Sylvan she greets Moore, "It's rare to see one of your kind here, child of Titania. Welcome and well met."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and responds in Celestial to be courteous! "Hello! My name is Moore, it's a pleasure to meet you." He says with a bow. "I'm sorry to trouble you, but... Well, it's a bit of a story -- I was told to come here, but not really told what to do once I got here. Although, I suppose in hindsight, I keep finding what I need to when I get there." Moore says as he nods to himself, as if he's okay with that.

"I was told to explore, and in doing so found myself here." Moore explains. "I'm apparently to be part of the fight against the Duke of Destiny, at least that's what I was told when I woke up here."

[Anastasia]

"The Holy Mountain provides," The archon nods, stern face giving away little. She kneels down to be on eye level with Moore, blue eyes meeting his own. "If you need something here, wander. You will find it in the fullness of Celestia's time."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles. "It seems like that." Moore says with a nod. "I'll keep looking, this place has a habit of putting what I need to find right in front of me." He says. "Thank you very much!" He finishes in Celestial, before he goes to fly along to look around some more.

[Anastasia]

Beniel follows, quiet for the moment. You wander on...and on...and on. Eventually you wander amid endless bookshelves and come to a little dead end. There's a few chairs here, a silver tray with steaming mugs of tea and a few snacks. Hunger gnaws at Moore as he sees and smells them.

[Nephrite]

"Do you ever need to eat anything, Ben?" Moore asks as he goes to sit down and enjoy a mug of tea with the food! "It feels rude to eat in front of someone who isn't eating, you know?"

[Anastasia]

"No, I don't even have a mouth," Ben says, floating above Moore as he eats.

"Besides," A new voice says, gentle and masculine. It calms you immensely, all your worries and concerns fading. At the same time it is terrible, powerful, overwhelming. "Be not afraid." The figure that comes to sit opposite you is clad in purple robes, skin of a flawless white that resembles alabaster. He has brown hair and his gaze makes your body want to quiver, seeming to see through your eyes and into your entire soul.

Beniel goes stone-still, "S-s-s-s-----" He tries, only for his words to trip over each other.

"Peace, Beniel." He says, "I am Erathaol, Moore."

[Nephrite]

Moore is in the midst of a snack bite when he stops dead in his tracks.

"I... ....um..." He takes a deep breath and slowly puts the snack back down. "...I'm not sure what proper protocol is when addressing a deity, um... Lord Erathaol, so please forgive any mistakes on my part." He manages to get out without stuttering too much. He then brushes any crumbs off of himself. "I... ...let me start with this -- thank you for bringing me here. I would guess it was by your design that I was given this opportunity."

[Anastasia]

"I am not a deity," Erathaol demurs, "I am simply a servant of the Holy Mountain, as we all are. Worry not, for you are forgiven." He pauses for a moment as Moore cleans himself off. "So it is. Do you know what was important in what you have done so far?"

[Nephrite]

"When you say 'so far,'..."  Moore trails off. "Do you mean since I arrived in Venya...ah, sir?" Moore asks. "If so... well, I've met several people so far. I'm sure that's no coincidence. No matter which way I went or what I did, I continued to manage to find the things that I needed to find. I'm sure a lot can be said for Mount Celestia itself, but even then, something seems... I can't put my finger on it, but I think you understand what I mean." Moore says, sitting up more straight than usual.

[Anastasia]

"Yes. You trusted the destiny of Celestia while walking your path," Erathaol says. "That trust is important for you, because everything Celestia is opposes Baator. As long as you follow what is right and what you have learned, you will walk the proper path because the Seven Heavens are within your heart and soul."