Limping return

[Nephrite]

"I admit, it doesn't sit right for me to just gallivant around trying to get this removed." Moore says with a frown. He takes in a deep breath after that. "Nonetheless, I won't give up -- this is the sort of thing I sing for."

He shifts his posture to straighten up. "Was there something you wished to discuss without Moonlight present?" He asks.

[Anastasia]

"Informally, it happens every now and again. No one wants someone to die to a curse from Orcus," Lathander admits, "You end up calling in all the favors you have or getting a raft of new ones owed to do it." Then smiling brightly, "It's all for a good cause.  We all don't agree on everything, but we agree that Orcus is terrible and we'll oppose him whenever he rouses himself. Now...oh, that's a good idea," Lathander snaps his fingers.

A split second later, you're in a thick, heavy forest. A place you've been and know well: Arborea.

[Nephrite]

Moore says a prayer in thanks to Lathander first and foremost, with a mention to feel free to call in his favor any time he's gotten this curse removed.

I remember the last time we were here was way back in B3 and we had to go through the rigmarole of getting various doors and things opened to go deeper down. Do I have a sense of if we're already 'deep down' now?

Also, is Xandra there?

[Anastasia]

Xandra is besides you.

Well, where do you intend to go in Arborea, first of all?

[Nephrite]

I suppose if he's Morwel's consort, we probably need to get to the Court of Stars itself.

[Anastasia]

In that case, you'd know that it's a matter of wandering until you find a door to the court. This could take ten seconds or who knows how long. It's all in the hands of fate and whimsy.

[Nephrite]

Moore gestures for Xandra to follow and picks an entirely random direction to go in.

[21:28] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[21:28] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 19 > [d100=19]

I am just guessing one of these was going to be called for.

[Anastasia]

As you begin to go, "Are you holding up well," Xandra asks, matching your speed and walking besides you.

[Nephrite]

"Lord Illmater was kind enough to burden my fatigue." Moore says. "So for all intents and purposes, I have all my mental clarity... in a sense." He sighs a bit after that. "It's like having a whole host of things right on the tip of your tongue."

[Anastasia]

"Like you're a pale ghost of yourself?" Xandra asks as you go.

[Nephrite]

"Something like that." Moore says. "It's like... having selective amnesia."

A grumble and a sigh after that. "And I do NOT forget things anymore."

[Anastasia]

"Then be strong, we will see this in the the past soon enough," Xandra promises you.

[Nephrite]

"Don't worry, I may be a bit addled in my old age, but I still have some ideas if this doesn't work out." Moore says with a smile as he continues to fly along.

[Anastasia]

You wander an hour, taking in the forest. It's here you come to a stairway built into a massive oak tree, simply sitting there as if a stairway up a tree is entirely normal.

[Nephrite]

"Well, we're being invited somewhere." Moore says. He heads up the stairs!