Landing at Hope

[Anastasia]

Earth - at the carnivore.

Earth. A vast hollow. It is filled with one gigantic thing of blue-gray scales, no body, just a blobby, scaled thing. Thousands of tendrils that end in mouths snake out countless miles and miles, reaching out to devour all around it. Earth is devoured. Metal is consumed. Gems are eaten. Earth elementals are sucked down and no more. Dao, travelers, mortals, spirits - all are consumed as well, consumed and for each one? The tendrils grow a little stronger, a little longer, reaching out yet further.

It rests within that great beast, that engine of endless consumption.

[Nephrite]

"...Well, that's bad." Mooer says quietly.

Perhaps Crystalle will know more about that one.

Just to be thorough, he looks to see if there's anything else in the book that he overlooked or if there's anything afterwards!

[Anastasia]

On the last page, there is but a single sentence.

The wheel is powerful, but be wary of the wheel and what it can do.

[Nephrite]

"Sensible." Moore says. He puts the book on his shelf and goes to check on other matters. He may not be doing anything today, but he still has duties to attend to!

He doesn't have anything on his list of things to do, but if he's going anywhere it'll be the next day.

[Anastasia]

Gimme a d100.

[Nephrite]

[13:42] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[13:42] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 31 > [d100=31]

[Anastasia]

A few hours of rest pass. After everything you sit back and think - which drifts to a gentle reverie of sleep. You dream of forgotten things and glowing seeds, lost in -

"Moore!" Grias calls, shaking all about right besides you, calling out loudly.

[Nephrite]

"Waaaah!" Moore shouts as he sits up. "Wa...wha... oh, Grias! What is it? Is everything okay?" Moore asks, hurriedly.

[Anastasia]

"Ah, you have a visitor," Grias explains, "One who wishes to see you very much."

[Nephrite]

"...We've really got to work on your urgency skills." Moore says with a small smile. "All right, I'll go see them."

A little bit of Prestidigitation to clean up his hair and clothes and Moore's off to go meet with whomever this is!

Switching aura to charisma, just in case he needs to be extra diplomatic.

[Anastasia]

Sitting with Cresiel is a familiar face. The two are talking - she wears a simple green travel dress, hair kept back and out of her face. They share a simple meal of fruit and honey, talking of shops and battles, of war and magic. Queen Ilsenine is here, turning to you with a gentle smile as you see her.

[Nephrite]

Moore stops for a moment -- he ought to have expected this!

He straightens his posture up as he flies over to give her a half bow and a warm smile. "Your Majesty, it is good to see you." He says as he moves to take a seat next to her.

[Anastasia]

With an almost smile, Cresiel rises and silently excuses himself - and pulls along Grias, who wildly bobs as he's taken away, "Bu-" is all you hear before the door closes.

"War," Queen Ilsenine says, a simple word saying it all.

[Nephrite]

"Ours, or yours?" Moore asks honestly as he reaches for a glass. "I'm still a bit surprised the efreet are even trying to have a war with Celestia, I admit. There's really no way they can win it, and posturing just for the sake of that will lead them to enormous losses in the end."

[Anastasia]

"Yours," Queen Ilsenine says, "You go to war again, after knowing peace for so short a time. Lifasa still barely knows peace, still barely understands freedom. Yet you march off again into conflict." She meets your gaze, "Afina refuses to rest, either, and Crystal only does because of the baby inside of her."