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Started by Anastasia, March 18, 2019, 01:05:31 PM

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Nephrite

Another nod. "Let's be prepared, then, for anything."

With that, he flies inside and through the ice.

Anastasia

Who goes in first?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Our good friend Moore. He's brave!

Anastasia

The moment you step in, you feel your magic simply vanish. The dullness of reality returns, the Weave now silent in such a place. You know this feeling - in that instant you know you have stepped into an dead magic area.

Do you have any non magic cold resistance or immunity, or are otherwise able to operate in an antimagic field?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

No, all the cold resistance comes from either items or magic... I think?

Yep, checking, it's all items or otherwise.

I would say he's able to operate in one, though!

Anastasia

Oh sure, just without magic, unless you have a means of working magic in antimagic.

> roll 3d10
<Penuche2> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 20 > [d10=9,8,3]

Cold damage. Go ahead and act.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Gah!" Moore shouts all of a sudden. "Well, I figured out the problem! There's no magic in here, but I don't know if that extends to the whole place!"

He turns around to head back through the opening, shivering and rubbing his arms a bit.

"Are any of you naturally immune to the cold?" He asks.

Anastasia

You try and speak, but gag. No air. You immediately begin coughing and choking, your words lost.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Right, his amulet is the thing that usually keeps this sort of thing from happening...

Well, either way, back he goes! Or tries to!

Anastasia

You manage to fly out, Jetina there in an instant. You gulp down air and cough, recovering. Whew.

"How bad is it?" Kaja asks, peering ahead.

"Antimagic and no air,' Cresiel remarks.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore nods, taking another moment to get his bearings.

"Yes, correct." He says, huffing. "I can do something about one... but I don't know if I have the power to restore the... well... maybe?" He looks over at Xandra. "What do you think? I'm able to fill the emptiness with the Ethereal, so... why not the Weave?"

Anastasia

"That's dangerous and unpredictable," Xandra finally says, "I fear what would happen. Is there another way we can advance?"

"None of us save you and Kaja need to breathe, we need one who can endure the cold," Jetina pipes up.

"I can," Cresiel speaks up.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"We can try and enter from other points." Moore suggests. "We can also have Cresiel take a look around."

Anastasia

"How about absolutely not?" Jetina challenges right back, "Going alone never works well. Never!" She jabs her finger towards Cresiel, "Don't make us have to try and rescue you, the last rescue went terribly."

Cresiel meets that gaze and after she finishes, unflinching at her words, "You're right," he admits. "It is a highly risky strategy - but merely being here is perilous. Our time is not infinite and there is no guarantee we will not be attacked by staying out here."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"So then lets try another area. Perhaps the dead magic isn't affecting all of it." Moore suggests.

With that, he flies up to look around — is there a tower or any part of the area higher up?