Looming poison (Moore)

[Nephrite]

Moore frowns, rubbing at his eyes. Think about that awful cheese -- yes, that awful, awful cheese. No one in their right mind would be hungry after thinking about that... "All right, but... why did you suddenly bring him up? Do I have a mark on me or something...?"

[Anastasia]

Yet you are hungry. Growingly so. Mirajane speaks, her tongue dancing like a steak on the grill. "I can see the future," Mirajane says gently, "Resist. Fight it!" Her voice rises sharply, "The Father's touching your spirit. Resist!"

[Nephrite]

Moore takes in another deep breath. He'll just have to hope that Erathaol will give him some luck and see him through this trial -- and he keeps thinking about that awful cheese. Ugh, even that horrible mess is sounding rather appealing right now.

He's going to try and cast Improvisation if he has the time, otherwise he's more or less doing as requested.

[Anastasia]

Yes. Make another Will save.

[Nephrite]

[14:45] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+45+4+12 Will save (+4 resist fiendish lure, +12 improvisation)
[14:45] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d20+45+4+12 Will save (+4 resist fiendish lure, +12 improvisation) --> [ 1d20=12 ]{73}

[Anastasia]

Slowly the feeling recede as you focus. Your will is a mountain, unable to be overcome. You're shaky but the strange sensations have stopped.

[Nephrite]

Moore lets out a breath and a gag or two. Ugh, that awful cheese taste is back...

"...Limbo." Moore mumbles quietly, before he looks at Mirajane. "The slaad -- in Limbo -- they had eaten the gith when we got there. I... oh no, did I somehow bring something back with me when I returned from there?" Moore asks, his voice wary. "I'm sorry, thank you for helping me through this, Lady Mirajane. Please, let us go to the library as you suggested."

[Anastasia]

Mirajane leads you on without comment. She takes you to the library and provides you a copy an ancient scroll, recovered by Muirfinn.

The link to the material is here: http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,103088.msg1052591.html#msg1052591

[Nephrite]

Moore takes all of this in, then looks at Mirajane. "You said he was sealed... right? So, if that's the case, then what exactly happened? I..." He glances back at the scroll. "This really couldn't have happened at a worse time..."

[Anastasia]

"He's been slowly leaking out, and we know one day the seal will fail," Mirajane says gently, "Muirfinn had been investigating the means to end The Father, but his capture by Asmodeus plays that plan low. Regardless, his influence has been felt by several, including Ithea and Muirfinn. I know they've also fought partial manifestations of him on occasion."

[Nephrite]

"When we were in Limbo-- Moonlight and I -- there was a chapel of gith." Moore explains quietly. "They were eating them -- the slaad had attacked and somehow broken in... it couldn't just be a coincidence..." He looks down and shakes his head again. "Ah... look at me." He takes a long, slow and deep breath. "Do you think there was a reason He came after me?"

[Anastasia]

"I honestly don't know," Mirajane admits, sitting quietly in the library and considering. Dana's not too far away, dozing with a book on her lap. Otherwise all you can hear is the gentle murmurs of the library, the flipping of pages and the slow breathing of readers. "He's a nightmare, Moore. Nightmares don't have reason."

[Nephrite]

"I was recently awakened to some anarch powers." Moore says quietly. "I... hm. Perhaps He was looking for something in that chapel." Moore says, looking at the table. "I mean... I know it's impossible to reason with slaad, but... It seems awfully too much of a coincidence that we ran into them there and then this happens. I also was overcome with... something when I was there and tried to see the area around me with magic... I initially thought it was related to what's going on with us in the Court, but now I'm not so certain."

[Anastasia]

"Too many nightmares, not enough heroes," Mirajane murmurs, "Then we must do as we must do. Enough with divining motives we cannot and dare not know, we can only deal in realities. So thus, now what?"

[Nephrite]

Moore chuckles. "Two people who see the future, asking each other what to do." He looks off to the side and then frowns. "I suppose we should begin preparations to put that foul creature to rest. I take it that the scythe mentioned in that passage is here?"