A pixie on a mission (Moore)

[Anastasia]

Last time...

"Sun's Rise," Erathaol says as you take his hand. His voice fades into overwhelming light, "His name is Su-"

Stars, sun, moon, night. The earth, the fire, the wind and the waters. Life and death. An endless circle at war with itself across the spokes of a wagon's wheel. Dragons clash across it, lead by king and queen. Dreams fade into screaming nightmares. Order rises and falls higher and lower than you can see. Today and tomorrow become reversed, and the next and into the next and the next, until time itself seems naught but a stream you leap along, back and forth with no rhyme or reason.

It all fades to one thing - the light. Not the light of that other place, a light that burns it away from above. This light is the light of Erathaol - no. It is more. It is Celestia, it is is is is is - Moore is overwhelmed.

When Moore comes back to himself, he is dazed and shaken. New found power surges through him, knowledge of things poured into his head as if it were a tankard. "Now," Erathaol says, "You are to head to Aurora and join their Crusade. The throne archon Morniel has been sent instructions to help you. Beniel will go with you and join the forces there as an aide."

[Nephrite]

OOC: K:P check for Aurora from last time, doesn't feel right to re-roll it.

[12:09] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+5+6 K:P for Aurora
[12:09] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 27 > [d20=16]


Moore hesitates for a moment... before he nods. He understands what he has to do, even without being told.

"Yes, all right, Sir Erathaol." He nods again. "I'll make sure they get the help they need."

[Anastasia]

Moore can recall aurora is a group fighting against Hell. Their world was taken through some grand act of treachery or trickery and they are the survivors. Armed with the lost fortress Medicant, they tirelessly crusade to put right what went wrong.

"Go." Erathaol gestures towards a swirling portal of winds, besides you. Despite the wind, not a thing here is disturbed. "Fly ahead and upwards to find Aurora."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Thank you, Sir Erathaol. I'm sure we'll meet again." He gives a proper bow before he heads into the portal!

[Anastasia]

"Let's go!" Beniel cries, the two plunging into a portal.

It's like a spring breeze. A cutting winter wind. A cooling gust off the ocean to the beach. The currents that carry the smell of fire smoke in the fall. You fly in an endless sky, no land and nothing but openness. It is as if all the sky above was taken and made to go on forever, detached from the ground.

[Nephrite]

"That came as a bit of a shock, huh?" Moore asks as they fly up. "I wasn't expecting that, but... I suppose in hindsight, all signs pointed to it..."

[Anastasia]

"Oh yes," Beniel says, doing laps around Moore, "But he was so nice and it was amazing!"

[Nephrite]

"Was this what you were looking for?" Moore asks as they continue on. "Or do you think you're still looking for something at this point?"

[Anastasia]

"No, I have my orders," Beniel says with a laugh, "So let's go and find Aurora!"

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and continues to fly up while taking in the scenery! This will make for a great story to motivate people! "I'd say that I regret not being able to spend more time in Xiranthador," Moore says as they fly along, "...but I think I learned enough while I was there for one short trip. I'm sure we can get back there someday."

[Anastasia]

The scenery is the sky. "Yes, we'll go back there, but forward now!" Beniel says, following.

> roll 1d100 random encounter chance (81+)
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 70 > [d100=70]

You fly on without interruption. The skies are clear and the wind is pure. Far purer than anything you've felt or smelled before. It is simply the wind, untained and unchecked by things from the Prime Material. After some time, you come to see something ahead. It looms on the horizon, some sort of castle or fortress. "That must be it!" Beniel bobs up and down in the air, shaking. "Ooooh, I can't wait!"

[Nephrite]

"It must be easy to defend a place that's this high up." Moore reasons as he continues to fly up. "Actually, Ben, where -are- we anyway?"

[Anastasia]

"Air. The Elemental Plane of Air," Beniel explains, "It's where all the winds and the sky comes from for the Prime Material. Erathaol told me!"

[Nephrite]

"Oh, that explains the lack of... anything else." Moore says as they continue on. "I'm surprised we didn't run into an elemental or two, then." Oh well, there's always next time!

[Anastasia]

Speak of the devil. As you approach the fortress - a great thing with colored windows of glass and a wall around it - you see them in the air. Swarms of what can only be air elementals, humanoid figures made of gusting winds and clouds. They fly around the fortress, as if eternally chasing the winds around it.