Beneath Dweomerheart (Surraruthru, Tryll, 87 days left)

[Anastasia]

"The trick is finding one who won't backstab you," Canderella smiles ever so slightly, "Otherwise, succubi would be even more popular."

[Yuthirin]

"Yeah, but the Abyss-style demony succubusseses are weird. Even for chaos they're weird. And I hang out with slaads!" Calleigh is contributing! While clinging to the side of Surraruthru's neck!

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru looks mildly annoyed at Calleigh hanging on him.

"I'm no mount, Calleigh. Let us find the Salon."

[Yuthirin]

"But you're pretty and you need hugs!" Calleigh retorts, not budging.

[Iron Dragoon]

Syrraruthru sighs and mumbles something about slaads and looks around for the Salon.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh will take that as acceptance and stays put.

[Anastasia]

Easy enough. It's a building made of solid stone, a single, shimmering portal in place of a door. Looks nice enough from the outside, but unremarkable.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru starts to take a step towards it, but then uses his boots to teleport the rest of the way to the door, specifically not taking Calleigh with him, before knocking on it.

[Anastasia]

As there's a portal in place of the door, knocking on it is ineffective.

As you stand before it, a man's dry voice asks you, "You who seek to enter, tell me what is the birthright of any wizard?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Is there a knowledge check for this riddle, or is it meant to be something you want me to answer straight up?

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh teleports next to Surraruthru, re-engaging her hug of huggingness. "Is the answer pie?"

[Anastasia]

No Knowledge check is applicable.

[Iron Dragoon]

"The willpower and knowledge to bend the powers of the universe to their beck and call."

[Anastasia]

"Yeah, plus the knowledge they'll get fucked up if they turn into pains in the asses by warriors who don't give a fuck," Dana adds in.

Hanna merely stands back, arms crossed.

Canderella shakes her head, "Yes, exactly what Surraruthru said. The ability to be better than others and dictate reality, rather than suffer reality without resource, as others are doomed to."

Giving Tryll and Calleigh a chance to chime in here.

[Yuthirin]

"Pie whenever you want it! Any kind of pie! Hot or cold! Because magic!"