Glorious Home

[Anastasia]

It is a quiet place. Empty. The smell of the sea, the sound of seagulls nearby. You are in a forest, thick and untamed. The path should be just ahead. So long as you stay to the path and utter the right names at the right time, you should be fine.

[Nephrite]

Time to go and officially meet Makim! Moore does indeed go on ahead.

Take 10 for 73 on Spellcraft as he goes. He has an always-on detect magic.

Oh! He's also going to cast Foresight just in case. :)

[Anastasia]

There's indeed magic here - powerful magic, nigh overwhelming magic. Magic to separate this place, to war doff the unworthy. Yet as you find a broad, wide path of cobblestones, you utter the names and prove yourself. On and on and on you go, until at last you reach it. Here a portal swirls, dark blue and pulsing, a light wind whipping around it.

[Nephrite]

How in the world did that guy even know all this stuff? Hmm...

Well, it isn't really important for right now. There's no sense in worrying, through the portal he goes!

[Anastasia]

A moment of flipping disorientation. Movement. Confusion.

You stand atop a cliff, overlooking a misty valley. Behind you is thick pine forests, a light misting of snow over everything. It's rather on the cold side here, your breath visible and body shivering. As you stand there, a chill wind blows. As it scythes through you, leaving you numb? The mists below are momentarily parted, showing a vast tower of red stone, rising high up. Higher than it should, hgiher than the mist should be able to hide it, yet it is there only when the mist is momentarily blown away.

[Nephrite]

It was a volcanic island last time... well, that might've just been one part of it.

Hmm, if this is a demi-plane, then he probably already knows he's here, but he's going to fly towards the red spire!

He'll keep up his spellcrafting as he goes, he's guessing he's either going to be scryed or something along those lines since he's sort of coming into someone's house uninvited.

[Anastasia]

You begin to fly from the tower. As you do...

Perception and K:A, Moore.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 70 and 99, respectively.

[Anastasia]

You see it come up - an eagle-lion, a cross between the two. A griffon, a magical beast. Fairly mundane as they go, dangerous to mortals but largely manageable to adventurers like yourself. It is coming in your direction, though.

[Nephrite]

Moore makes no attempt to flee, guessing that this is a welcome party or... well, it's not going to be able to do much to him regardless, so he just lets it come!

[Anastasia]

The griffon flies up to your level, about 20ft away and not advancing.

"Hello," It greets, a man's voice coming out of it, rather quiet but carrying on the wind.

[Nephrite]

"Hello." Moore says and offers a bow. "Are you the master of this place? Well... not you, obviously..." He gestures at the griffon with a smile. "Either way -- my name is Moore, I am the Duke of Songs of Celestia." He offers another bow afterwards.

[Anastasia]

"I am Prosperity," The griffon introduces himself, the winds stilling and yet the beast has no trouble staying aloft, hovering in place. "Why have you come here, Moore?"

[Nephrite]

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Prosperity. I would like to speak to the master of this place -- I believe his name is Makim, but truth be told, the legends tend to get a lot of things wrong..." He shakes his head. "It's a bit of a long story, but I found myself here by accident some time ago and the master of this place helped me get back to where I needed to be. Anyway... I've come to seek his aid, in a matter of speaking. I'm happy to explain the full story to you if you'd like." He says, offering an open-armed smile.

[Anastasia]

"Tell me," Prosperity says, "We have time." The griffon holds his position, seemingly waiting on you.

E-E-Expo ball. Goo dluck.