Dragon mail (Moore)

[Anastasia]

We'll start OOC for this one. Moore, go ahead and look up the name of the dragon and make your sending. Remember, 25 word limit.

[Nephrite]

Goldanariux.

Sending is thus: "Sir Goldanariux, this is Moore of Aurora. May I return to Goldenmist to speak to you about your decision?"

[Anastasia]

The answer is short and to the point: 'Yes.'

[Nephrite]

Off he goes, then!

Gating to outside the cave since he's familiar with the location.

[Anastasia]

Going alone?

[Nephrite]

He'll ask Arrel and Morniel if they want to go. If not yes.

[Anastasia]

Arrel's down but Morniel's busy with mission prep. That good or do you wanna press it?

[Nephrite]

I think it'll be fine since Afina's not coming this time (no offense Afina)

[Anastasia]

Okay then.

Arrel and Moore arrive at Goldenmist. It's like you recall, nothing having obviously changed. Perhaps fortunately, all told. Well, besides for the gold dragon waiting for you outside, but he's familiar too.

[Nephrite]

"Hello again, sir." Moore greets him with a small bow.

[Anastasia]

Arrel emits a soft screech and nothing more.

The gold dragon eyes the both of you, "Tell me more about your Crusade," he asks.

[Nephrite]

"I cannot speak directly for it as I did not join until some time ago, but I will tell you what I can." Moore says.

"Aurora is facilitated in a place that used to be known as Medicant. The heroes there were from a world called Lifasa that fell to devils. They work tirelessly every day to take back their home, but in doing so they've created a name that is cursed throughout the planes by evil -- wherever the Aurora shines, evil must retreat." Moore declares -- he's clearly picking up with his tone and his passion on this.

"If it were just a few people trying to get their home back, that would be one thing -- but we've reached across all aspects of Creation to bond against the forces of evil. We can count the lords of Mineral, Water, Mount Celestia, Arborea, Lathanderites, Rapture... you name it, I think there's some relationship to Aurora. We are willing to work with all beings as long as their heart means well -- as you saw, we even have people who have crossed the line with Bahamut himself... yet, here I stand, a follower of Erathaol of Venya. He would not send me to a place to aid them if he didn't believe in their cause." Moore evangelizes a little bit here.

[Anastasia]

"That is the heart of the paradox. When the wise men quarrel, who has the wisdom to choose sides?" The gold dragon asks.

[Nephrite]

"I think it would be fair to say that wise men can agree and disagree on certain points and find common ground to work together for a greater future, don't you?" Moore retorts.

[Anastasia]

"As can dragons," Arrel says, "Not every chromatic is a waste and not every metallic is a paragon. There are exceptions."

The gold dragon hums, whiskers twitching as it closely studies you. "What role would you have for me?"