Looming poison (Moore)

[Anastasia]

I'll fiat call the profession check worth at least a +2 identical to aid another. You could extrapolate a few more uses for the skill ranks you have into it, but it's not important right now.

> roll 1d20+22 (+2 motivationa, +8 inspire competence, +5 song of fortune)
<Rei-chan> Koaway rolled : 1d20+22 (+2 motivationa, +8 inspire competence, +5 song of fortune) --> [ 1d20=14 ]{36}[/i]

Poetry ends up not happening - she doesn't really have the knack for it. But basic prose is easier for her, and over time she writes. She eventually manages the first draft of a short story about Aleaj, a warrior who liberates people from devils. Not the most original thing ever, but the writing's promising.

[Nephrite]

Moore can't help but grin at the name as he gives it a once over. "So, at this point, what does your gut tell you about how the story unfolds?" Moore asks, looking at a few lines of the writing. "Not your visions -- not what you're being told, but what do -you- think should happen?"

[Anastasia]

"All the devils are smited and everyone lives happily ever after," Mirajane replies right away.

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and starts to laugh. "A good ending, but then what? Do Aleaj's adventures continue? Think of it this way -- when you're really absorbed into a good book, you want it to continue to last, right? So while your ultimate ending can indeed be that the devils are smited to the last, perhaps continue to add more stories for Aleaj to partake in." He smiles a bit at that. "Perhaps Aleaj finds some companies to adventure with for a brief period -- something like that."

[Anastasia]

"Ah, of course, more stories," Mirajane murmurs to herself, taking another sheet of paper and starting to write.

[Nephrite]

Moore lets Mirajane write, but offers pointers whenever she asks for them and continues to offer words of encouragement.

Same bonuses as before, he doesn't think she's quite ready to go without training wheels.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+22 (+2 motivationa, +8 inspire competence, +5 song of fortune)
<Rei-chan> Koaway rolled : 1d20+22 (+2 motivationa, +8 inspire competence, +5 song of fortune) --> [ 1d20=12 ]{34}

Same thing, more or less. Aleaj smites devils with a mercenary company. About the same as the last, really, and by the end of it your stomach's starting to rumble.

[Nephrite]

"It's okay to take time to write." Moore explains. "Don't be rushed -- let the ideas come to you slowly and just write what you think makes sense. I'll be more than happy to help you with further endeavors if it's something you want to continue -- but I think you're well on your way." He smiles and then glances down as his stomach makes another noise. "Ah... ha. I get too caught up sometimes -- would you care to get something to eat?"

[Anastasia]

Make a Will save.

[Nephrite]

[13:37] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+45 Will save
[13:37] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d20+45 Will save --> [ 1d20=12 ]{57}

[Anastasia]

You're hungry, so hungry. Your stomach is rumbling and all you want to do is to eat and feast, because you've been hungry for so long and it's tearing you up inside, and all you want to do is to east and to feast becau-ugh. You snap out of it, shaking your head as Mirajane quickly shakes your shoulder. All the humor is out of her voice, "Moore!"

[Nephrite]

Moore's eyes widen as he comes to his senses. "A...augh..." He mumbles an aching sound to himself. "I..." He takes a deep, cleansing breath. "I'm sorry -- what happened? I... I was overcome for a moment by this intense and awful hunger..." He shakes his head rapidly. "I think... ugh, it must all be related to Yggdrasil somehow..." He says quietly.

[Anastasia]

"No." Mirajane says, "Have you heard about The Father yet?"

[Nephrite]

"It sounds familiar, but I don't think so." Moore shakes his head.

[Anastasia]

Mirajane's wonderfully tender and juicy arm passes you by as she lets go of your shoulder. "He is a blight and a corrupter, an unwanted child of Demogorgon and Pale Night. Aurora has the tome he is sealed in and Muirfinn sought to destroy him, before he was lost to us. Come, there's lore in the library about him that Muirfinn recovered."