Pre game current events (Moore)

[Nephrite]

Moore nods with a glance out the window and a fond smile before he turns back. "Of course, I'll do some reading on it."

[Anastasia]

"Things stir deep in Elysium," Erathaol reports, "While the natives seem to have it in hand, there may come a time when you are involved. Should they ask for aid in keeping what is imprisoned there imprisoned, aid them."

A pause for one moment, as a kneeling astral deva appears. "Lord Erathaol," he interjects.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods, then smiles to the astral deva and politely waits.

[Anastasia]

A mere glance from Erathaol, the astral deva speaking. "Abolas has returned."

"It is as foreseen," Erathaol declares quietly, looking out at the light. "See that he is taken care of and given a chance to rest."

"As you command," Then the astral deva is gone.

[Nephrite]

Moore merely remains quiet with a smile. If it pertains to him he'll be told, otherwise he can find out on his own.

[Anastasia]

Afterwards Erathaol is quiet for a few more moments before going on. "Abolas was a deva who lost the way. He came to doubt the light of Chronias, declaring that the Heavens were empty if the light of it could not be seen beyond Celestia."

Erathaol is silent a little longer, "He has seen the light of Chronias now. All is well once more. Understand that this is a time of prophecy, Moore, and hold fast to that idea, for we will talk more of it soon."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Is it time for me to learn what the Prophecy of Primus is?"

[Anastasia]

"We will speak of that," Erathaol agrees, "5,000 years ago, Primus completed a grand calculation he had been at for eons. He determined that the only possible future was one where Shar triumphed and returned Creation to nothingness. He believes it to be inevitable and Shar's power waxes greatly. This is known as the Prophecy of Primus."

[Nephrite]

"I take it Taelfgan uncovered that and that's what led him down the path he eventually followed?" Moore asks.

[Anastasia]

"It may be so," Erathaol agrees, "It is known to the powers of the planes. We have been moving to counter Shar, to defeat the Prophecy of Primus and ensure Creation continues."

Here the Third of the Hebdomad pauses once more, gaze again returning to the light. It seems brighter than before, shining through the water like a cascade of diamonds. Be not afraid. I am with all of you.

"Many gather to battle her. Some, such as Empress Sulia, Alicia Reynes and Seira Aryn are raised to divinity to help counter and oppose Shar." Erathaol continues ever so quietly, almost silently. Yet his voice is the only thing you hear, as if your own internal meditation. "Others gather mighty forces to oppose her servants, who grow ever stronger and more numerous."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods, momentarily distracted by something... he shakes his head quietly. "I understand. I want to be able to return the kindness I was offered by you and Mount Celestia for a chance to live my life. What role do you want me to play in this? A diplomat to gather strength for the cause against Shar for now?"

[Anastasia]

"That is precisely it," Erathaol says, "Perhaps in time more, for there are many vista open now. I wish for you and Cresiel to gather like minded souls together to make Creation a better place and check Shar's advancement."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Very well, that will be a simple enough task -- there are many I treated with before that I think will work with us and are like-minded enough."

A pause as he considers his words for a moment as he glances outside. He turns back with the appearance of having found an answer. "Ah... I'm not sure how to properly phrase this... When I was with Aurora, the chain of command was very important to be followed. With that in mind, how much authority do I have for this sort of role? I obviously am not going to go around making promises I cannot myself keep, but there may be calls for asylum or other such favors wished for aid; I'd like to better understand what I can and cannot offer."

[Anastasia]

This draws a slight smile from Erathaol, "A perceptive question. Allow me to elaborate Celestia's structure.  In brief, there are tiers to authority within Celestia. You have your many common masses - souls who are climbing the mountain but seek no great authority. They are the sheep that we tend to, to ensure they pass safe and sound towards Chronias, for we are their shepards."

A moment to consider, "Then you have ranks of angels, archons and other goodly beings who oversee the duties of Celestia. Be it military ranks for soldiers, to civil ranks for servants and aides, all form a great pyramid that ensures the good workings of Celestia. Above them stand Lords, Commanders, Barons, Earls, Dukes, Generals, Admirals and other such ranks. Beyond them is a fourth tier - the Authorities of Celestia. I believe you are familiar with them? Above them is a fifth tier, the Hebdomad save Zaphkiel, though the deities of law and good hold equivalent rank. The sixth tier is Zaphkiel alone, while the seventh tier is Chronias itself." The Seraphs are beyond this, Moore. Understand that, should you encounter another like Cantasa Alexandria or Xerona.

A moment to consider anew, slowly studying you. "I believe the title Duke of Songs is fitting for you. It will come with all the authority of such a rank, as you have earned a place here."

[Nephrite]

A blink. A nod as if to another's words.

"I did meet one when I was here once before. I don't think he appreciated my 'authority' pun... he'd probably heard it more times than most planes have existed, though, so I can't blame him." Moore chuckles at that and then nods again to his final words. "It's difficult to refute Her Majesty in a moment when She bestows a title like that on you, I admit." Moore says with a smile.

"Thank you, Lord Erathaol. I will be sure to to seek out the wisdom of the Mountain should I find myself in a situation where I am unsure of whether I can offer someone something in exchange. ...Ah, that's another... fundamental question, I suppose... I know we were given several bards of varying metals when I had come to help fund Aurora's crusade... even then, I never see any shops or anything up here. I'm guessing the concept of money doesn't make it too high up the Mountain?"

There probably aren't a lot of mercane that make the trek to Chronias, he muses.