Miasma (Moore, 86 days left)

[Anastasia]

Okay, make an K:P check to start.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 76.

[Anastasia]

"The good news," Tepen says, "Is that Smoke's miasma can be stopped in a variety of ways. Various spells to make air bubbles are effective, as is a planar tolerance spell or the like. Not needing to breath is effective against stopping almost all of it, and immunity to toxins is also helpful, as well as immunity to disease. Working along those axes will help you endure Smoke and recruit a proper party for it."

You sit with Tepen in the library after the two of you do your homework on Smoke, a relatively simple task with what you have on hand. He summarizes what you already know, then sits back with his hands resting on his stomach. "Also though while unsaid, magical means of cleansing your scent afterwards are advised, as otherwise you'll smell like a chimney for a month afterwards."

[Nephrite]

"I'm sure I can figure something out. If Prestidigitation won't cover it, I'll just have to Wish for something." Moore says with a grin. "Hm, I know I got the idea for my necklace from Finnegan, so he's a good candidate."

He snaps his fingers. "Of course, Prince Westwind would probably want to go. I think that'd be perfect." Moore nods again. "Worst case, I can cast planar tolerance as needed. Thank you again, Tepen. I know you have to coordinate things here, but one of these days I want to see you in action."

[Anastasia]

"This is my battlefield, Moore," Tepen waves a hand, gesturing at the library. "Not all warriors face the enemy directly."

[Nephrite]

"You know what I mean." Moore counters. "I bet you can turn into a dragon or something. Actually, I think we're almost done with that modification to Aurora proper that lets you cast spells through it or something, right? That'll come in handy."

[Anastasia]

"I can," Tepen cracks a smile, "It's a ninth circle spell."

[Nephrite]

"I knew it." Moore says with an all-knowing nod.

"All right, well let me go round up some people. I'll let you know when we're leaving and we'll do that weird interplanar telepathy thing that everyone seems so fond of." Moore says with a laugh, followed by a bow as he flies off.

He's going to look for Prince Westwind first and see if he'd like to go punch some devils and also if see if he's at all familiar with that Choking Path they need to go on.

[Anastasia]

Prince Westwind flies near the top of Aurora, hovering about and practicing with his scythe. He stops when you approach, "The Choking Path," he strokes his chin and smiles, "Yes, yes, I know that wretched path of villainy and greed."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Great. We're looking for a place that apparently lies somewhere on it, I think the devils took it over. I made an assumption, but to clarify it before we go, do you have some resistances to the toxins and miasma there? It's not a big deal if you don't, it's just for my own knowledge in case we get hit with something that subdues magic."

[Anastasia]

"I am a Prince of Air," Westwind says, "No mere smoke will harm me, not from an elemental plane tied to Air."

[Nephrite]

"I was expecting as much." Moore agrees. "Would you care to spend your day squashing some devils?"

[Anastasia]

"You need only say the word!" Westwind laughs, "Let us go squash enough devils to give the Lord of the Ninth pause!"

[Nephrite]

Moore nods with a grin. "Let me grab one more person and we'll be good to go. Though... I should probably check something just in case..." Moore nods to himself. "Hey Elena, can you let Balyss know I'd like some of her time please?"

[Anastasia]

Elena pops in briefly, "Yes, she'll be ready when you are."