Muirfinn's diary (Moore)

[Anastasia]

You awaken from your meditation like that, resolve filling you. You have to keep going. But not here. No. Not here. Where you were before isn't Chronias. It is something else.

You have to prepare. You have to prepare.

Make another Wis check.

[Nephrite]

[22:26] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+5 Moore really needs some better wis boosters v.2
[22:26] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+5 Moore really needs some better wis boosters v.2 --> [ 1d20=11 ]{16}

[Anastasia]

You remember one thing, clear as anything you've ever known: You left the light for a reason.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods, gripping the diary. He takes in a breath of Mercuria.

Of course, that's why he wound up Venya. That has to be it.

But... prepare?

He looks around at the glowing ground, then back at the book.

He looks up, then over to Cresiel. "I have one answer... or, at least, enough of an answer. I have only one question left."

[Anastasia]

"What is the answer?" Cresiel asks, "If you feel right sharing it."

[Nephrite]

"I left for a reason." Moore answers, with a look up at the top of the mountain. "That is enough to set my mind at ease about the matter. I need to prepare myself for the real truth someday, but that time will come naturally."

[Anastasia]

"Everything happens for a reason," Cresiel agrees, "Then when the time is right, be ready."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "I will. Now that I think about it, this may have been my answer to this problem also." He waves the book slightly. "However, in case it was not, do you mind walking with me for a time more?"

[Anastasia]

"Gladly so," Cresiel says.

Going to walk further?

[Nephrite]

Yes. He'll take signs of being led lower as that it's time for him to go back home, but he's hoping he can still find the answer about showing the Father more than despair and loneliness.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Kowork rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=53 ]{53}

You wander the golden hills. In time, you come on a silent place. A small valley between tall hills, wherein lies a simple stone building. It's not big, perhaps the size of a typical bedroom. The stone is polished white and decorated with images. Seven trumpet archons kneel before the door that leads within, heads bowed in prayer.

[Nephrite]

"I really don't want to disturb this, but..." Moore murmurs to Cresiel as he slowly flies forward. He's guessing the door will open for him or something, but he tries to fly as quietly as he can to not be rude.

[Anastasia]

"If it is not yours, you will be stopped," Creisel warns.

[Nephrite]

Either way, he continues to fly towards the door.

[Anastasia]

As you approach, the seventh archon rises. He turns to you and says in a gentle, soft voice, "Do not disturb this one's rest. We pray for the day he will awaken from his promised rest and join us."