Muirfinn's diary (Moore)

[Anastasia]

So your plan is to take Muirfinn's diary and head to Celestia? Taking anyone or any greater plans beyond that?

[Nephrite]

If Cresiel would like to go he's welcome, otherwise Moore can get there himself. As for plans, no, he's found what he's needed to by just following the paths laid out for him, so he's sure he'll find what he needs eventually.

[Anastasia]

Cresiel will come along, sure.

The two of you go out and head to Celestia. The two of you appear on the beaches, standing in ankle deep water - at least for you, anyway. Above Celestia shines, beckoning you higher. You feel better here, righter, at home.

[Nephrite]

"I would like to see Xandra before we leave, but I have a feeling she knows we're here anyway." Moore says as he looks around. He takes in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the air. "It's odd... one day I'll come back here permanently... but... today is not that day." With that, he simply will fly up. Where will they end up today, he wonders. Is there even a 'today' in Celestia?

[Anastasia]

You fly up. You do not get far before finding a trumpet archon sitting atop a small cliff. A male, clad in a loose toga. He has a heavy book over his lap that he writes in, only looking up as you pass. In Celestial he says, "Hail, esteemed champion."

"Do not hail me," Cresiel slows, "I am but an instrument of Celestia's will. My victories and glories are not mine at all."

"For true glory resides above, not within," The trumpet archon finishes.

[Nephrite]

Hey! Maybe the trumpet guy was talking to him, not to Cresiel! Either way, Moore glances between the two of them. Is this some sort of Celestian handshake?

"A good day to you." Moore says in Celestial. "Are you keeping a record of passersby, or something else entirely, if I may ask?"

[Anastasia]

"Well met," The trumpet archon replies, his trumpet resting nearby. "I am a recorder of religious thought and lessons. I find the view of the sea excellent inspiration. It always strives to reach as far as it can with waves, only to fall back and repeat it. The saga of those seeking Chronias, for sin is the ever-enemy."

[Nephrite]

"Oh, I see!" Moore smiles and nods. "I'm not much of an evangelist myself, but I can understand the need to record those sorts of things. Religion can be a very powerful tool, in the wrong hands it can do more harm than good."

[Anastasia]

"Even wisdom can be used wrong if the giver and the receiver are not prepared for it," Cresiel says, "There are revelations we are not yet prepared to understand."

"Quite right," the trumpet archon agrees, "All truth comes from Chronias. It is up to us to learn from that light and obtain the truth. In doing so, we become worthy to understand greater and greater truths. As we do, we climb higher up the mountain."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods again. "Exactly. Sometimes, the truth may not be what someone needs to hear at any given time... but it's important that it still exist. At any rate, we will take no more of your time, good archon." Moore says, offering a small bow before he continues to go up, unless Cresiel stops him.

[Anastasia]

"May you find what you seek," He offers, raising his hand as you begin to go.

[Nephrite]

"We always do. Celestia provides to those willing to be guided." Moore responds as he goes!

[Anastasia]

You fly up and on - only for wind to soon buffet you back, stopping your rise and pushing you back down to the shore.

Cresiel merely looks upward, "I see. Celestia wishes us here right now."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles. "Well, then, it would seem I need to pay more attention." Was it the trumpet archon? Hmm...

Either way, he will pick a random direction and start to fly.

[Anastasia]

Ahead or upwards?