The hunt for companionship (Calleigh)

[Yuthirin]

'He is likely not simply creating life. He is trying to resurrect the irrigo as a race. Possibly. I will ask, nonetheless. Gytha? Would you like to share with the group?'

[Anastasia]

'You understand. I'm so tired of being lonely,' Gytha's voice is in Tryll's mind, breaking. 'I'm so tired of it, Tryll!"

[Yuthirin]

Callegih chirps, "Yep!"

'Of course I understand, even though don't know if the Triune would necessarily agree. We all made our choices, Gytha. Most chose to die. We few chose to live a stranger life. We forge our own destiny now. That's why we're here. You are lonely. Alone. This is unnecessary.'

[Anastasia]

Floating out from behind a glass tube (how?!?!), Gytha emerges. He looks much like Tryll if a bit smaller overall, moving listlessly and visible to the naked eye. He speaks in all your minds now, 'Is there any point? I struggle but prophecy dictates Creation slides to an inevitable end, just as the irrigo did. I strive and struggle yet I know it is futile.'

[Nephrite]

"Um..." Moore offers a bow and then a wave. "I can't say I completely understand your perspective, but I will say this: To life your life fully and to its end is what most people would call bliss. To what do you struggle with? Why you are still here in Creation? I mean... that answer lies within, doesn't it? It's up to your imagination."

[Yuthirin]

Unfazed, Calleigh waves cheerfully at Gytha.

Tryll replies to the group, his mental voice calm and measured. He gives up the ruse of his appearance atop Calleigh's head and manifests, his form visible to all. 'I'm not sure which prophecy you speak of, but all things end, Gytha. Even Creation. Even gods. There is both nobility and meaning in the struggle for life. Life begets death, and death also begets new life. There is always hope, in spite of what a yugoloth might say. The point to life is...well, I suppose that depends on who is asking the question. It's individual, both on a grand scale and something much smaller.'

Facial tentacles unfurl, spread in an expansive gesture,  'An elf's purpose may or may not be the same as the elves' purpose. A blade of grass may have a different fate from the meadow it resides in. The fate of the irrigo was to pass, to join with the Triune and eventually even join the eladrin. We still have destiny, only now we choose it. Our original story has ended. The irrigo are gone, and mostly forgotten except by a very small few. Now, we are who we wish to be. Who we choose to be. We few remaining, and I have hope that all of us remain, have the opportunity to forge a new destiny. One beyond the Triune, beyond the shackles of mortality.'

'We are exceptional, all of us. In one way or another. We may not have been when we fled, flukes knotted behind us, from the collapsing waters of our home. We are now, though. Look at how far you have advanced. Look at me, I was a clerk. You were a gardener. Humble beginnings do not define our ends. I am asking, will you join us? Perhaps you will find your meaning and purpose among the others. I can see at least Sylvie being intrigued with your work.'

[Anastasia]

Diplo check here, Tryll. +5 bonus and Moore can attempt to aid as well.

[Nephrite]

[21:27] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+46 diplo aid
[21:27] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+46 diplo aid --> [ 1d20=16 ]{62}

[Yuthirin]

Can I get a roll for 1d20+39+5 please?

[Nephrite]

[21:37] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+39+5 Tryll is diplomatic
[21:37] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+39+5 Tryll is diplomatic --> [ 1d20=16 ]{60}

[Anastasia]

Total of 62 after Moore aids.

A laugh. A long, sad laugh from Gytha, who slumps down, a mass of tiredness and tentacles. 'Oh Tryll,' he says in a heartbroken voice, 'You were always the strongest of the four of us. You see hope even in this dying age. Can it be there's something worth it? Something worth my mad research? What has so bolstered you?'

[Yuthirin]

'I spend a very large amount of time with a courre.' Tryll replies matter-of-factly.

[Anastasia]

Gytha stares at you for an uncomfortably long time, 'All because you have a familiar?'

[Yuthirin]

'I get by with a little help from my friends, Gytha. Sometimes a lot of help. I spent time searching for meaning, rather a lot of time. After I got done hiding and decided that I couldn't waste away anymore in some trench on a prime somewhere, I started exploring. The first thing I learned was that most mortals are spooked by our appearance. It doesn't appear to be a supernatural thing, rather than instinctual? Adventurers see similarities in us to aboleths, though those more savvy realize that we're larger and less violent. For a long time, I traveled alone. Eventually, I met Calleigh in Arborea, and we hit it off quite well. She and I bonded; she as my familiar, though it is by far and long more of a partnership. From there, we started doing good. Helping people. I got stronger, we had a great deal of fun, and I met some good people. The group I'm with now, they have undertaken a terribly noble cause. We've found ourselves agreeing with their work, and have been aiding them. I can tell you more if you're willing to join us on Aurora. Though you might know it by another name. Tell me, did you come across the name of Medicant in your time seeking knowledge?'

[Nephrite]

"I think he also means that he found something that gives him his own hope -- a connection to the world outside of the one he was part of for so long. A connection shared by all his allies in Aurora." Moore clears his throat. "If it was more appropriate, I'd explain it all in a song."

Moore makes a sour face at that. At least he didn't have to rhyme Aurora...