On the prowl (Ithea)

[Merc]

I'm not rolling fort for him! As for me, someone roll d20+36+11 fort+inspiration

[Ebiris]

[18:38] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+36+11 Merc fort
[18:38] <Plushie_Ithea> Ebiris roll for Plushie_Ithea < 65 > [d20=18]

I should say I'm rolling for you when I roll my own stuff

[Merc]

Afina is the bestest roll buddy one can ask for.

[Anastasia]

The steam pixie delivers.

> roll 1d20+13
<Plushie_Ithea> Space_Cat roll for Plushie_Ithea < 23 > [d20=10]

Cries on the street as bystanders are hit with the light. All seem blinded save for Ithea, who is able to resist. Six angels surround you - astral devas, maces at the ready. They push back the bystanders and form a circle around the two. The seventh is above you - a six winged angel, a creature Ithea knows without needing to think. A solar, power rolling off it like tidal waves slamming into the beach. It wears armor of pure gold and carries no weapon, eyes ablaze with molten gold light.

"Enough. Both of you kneel, right now!"

Unfortunately, you got the attention of the Waukeen's security forces. Amazingly, making a scene then opening a portal in the middle of a deity's realm gets attention. Who knew?

[Merc]

Ithea does so.

[Anastasia]

You see the other fi-wait. You see him now, shown in the golden light of the solar. A ragged looking half-elf, scarred terribly and wearing a dirty suit of leather armor. His blue-green hair is a mess, a long beard with dirt and twigs stuck in it. He's shaking as he falls to his knees, hiding his face in his hands and groaning.

Two of the devas come forward, each one taking one of your arms. In an split-second you are elsewhere. You stand in a small cell, a single bed and a basin of water. It's a nice bed at least, plus most cells don't have walls of creamy white and green marble. One wall is made entirely of bars, and the two devas are on the opposite side. They silently depart, and a moment later the solar appears where they were.

"Ithea of Aurora," he greets, voice strong and solid. You swear it shakes the walls when he speaks. He studies Ithea briefly, closed eyes and a murmured prayer. You don't catch much of it, just a few words like 'reveal' 'Waukeen' 'destiny'. After that he says, "You're promised to Sharess as well. You are not an enemy, explain what happened."

[Merc]

"I apologize, this chaos is mostly my fault," she says, appearing contrite. "I was traveling to Rapture when I sensed a very powerful invisibility spell in place by a stall, it felt like it was glancing in my direction. I wasn't sure of the purpose, and initially I was concerned of some sort of assassin or such. I quickly established that I wasn't the target and felt I could easily overpower him if necessary. However he would not reveal much else besides someone supposedly chasing and wanting him dead. After he fled from me, I may have been a bit too...playful in my search for further answers. Didn't really take him too seriously but I didnt want to let him go in case he WAS dangerous. I was planning on dragging him to Aurora when you appeared, drawn by all that."

[Anastasia]

The celestial watches you, not blinking once. "A cat on the hunt," he says, as much a question as a statement. "You are not the first Sharessian to inappropriately play with your prey. That is one thing, the other is opening a portal in the middle of Brightwater." He leans forward, drumming his fingers on one bar of the jail door. "There are designated places for portals and plane shifts. These are not suggestions, but instead mandatory. Are we clear on that?"

[Merc]

"Yes."

[Anastasia]

"This is your warning," He says, the bars vanishing. "You're free to go. But before that, did the half elf mention anything else of interest to you?"

[Merc]

"Just that he was being chased by bad men, but he wouldn't reveal more," Ithea admits. "Has he said anything in your company? He was quite willing to use high level magic to try and escape me. I'm still wondering who he is and what he's afraid of."

[Anastasia]

"We don't know yet. If he is telling the truth, then he needs help. If he is not, he needs mental help for delusions and paranoia." The golden solar turns and begins to walk, "He seems resistant to any offer of help."

[Merc]

"He did at that," Ithea agrees. "Oh, he did mention that his magic should be capable of affextng aything short of a greater fiend. Don't know if that would be helpful. If he at least gives a name, could you pass that on to us? I might be able to find out more with that."

At the very least she got a good enough glance to give Tannin a project starting with the half elf's appearance.

[Anastasia]

The solar considers briefly before nodding. "We will," he says. "Are you heading to Rapture?"

[Merc]

"If you don't feel I should head back to Aurora for a while, I might as well continue with my original plans. I don't wish to cause trouble by being seen on the streets so shortly after causing trouble though. Would it be fine, or is there a chance things might be a bit difficult for you then?"