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[Anastasia]

Thus you return home after an interesting adventure and...

Next move?

FYI, you and Moore are due realm updates, those'll be tonight or tomorrow.

[Corwin]

I want to schedule that visit with Primus, but first cover Amaryl's avatar! And hear how things went with Corellon and in Pallanth.

[Anastasia]

Amaryl is found there, "Oh, Seira," she comes forth and gives you a hug, before, "I had the most interesting time in Arvandor. It was beautiful and oh, I ran into Alicia as well."

[Corwin]

"Did you, now?" Seira asks curiously, returning the hug warmly. "Tell me all about it~"

[Anastasia]

"Oh, I came and there was a tremendous feast," Amaryl begins, "Talking about our strategies and how to prosecute the war.  It was so wonderful there, Seira, all the warriors and celebrants had a lovely time and all was right. It's like the stories I heard as a child, where pain and misery are no more and all elves are brothers and sisters again."

[Corwin]

"That's pretty close to how we got with Pallanth, isn't it?" Seira muses, leading Amaryl deeper into the palace. "The fey take care of the festive mood, and the noble houses are aligned with the king, in support of their human neighbors and working to the betterment of elfkind?"

Aside from some distinct coldness from House Gaial, though this plan should fix that last bit!

[Anastasia]

Amaryl follows, holding your hand. She smells good - like sunshine and faintly of berries, of fruits ripe in the summer sun.

"Yes," Amaryl agrees, "The only sad part was Alicia's visit, because she came about something a horrible succubus did."

[Corwin]

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Seira asks, breathing in the summery scent.

[Anastasia]

"Ah, you should ask her, it was terrible," Amaryl says, "The darkest of arts, using an elf as a canvas to take stolen soul knowledge and empower them into a deadly champion, then have it flee away once defeated."

[Corwin]

Seira grimaces. "Demons," she mutters, shaking her head. "I'll check in with Alicia later. For now, I'm hoping that I have a small gift for you."

That said, she leads the way into the secret chamber only the two of them can access, which holds Amaryl's avatar.

[Anastasia]

The avatar right now is little more than a suggestion, forming slowly as the two of you enter. The chamber is well lit and pleasant enough, simply barricaded away from all others.

"What is it?" Amaryl asks.

[Corwin]

Chrona did promise that this would be taken care of once they had returned, and given mastery over time if there were any need for preparations, they would've been done in the past. Thus, she pauses for a moment to see whether a miracle takes place....

[Anastasia]

"Ahem." Chrona's voice is heard, "Can you hear me, Seira? We'll do this, but we need your permission to reach such a place."

[Corwin]

"Granted," Seira says, deciding to keep an eye on her orb for extra information.

[Anastasia]

And like that, it simply happens. The avatar grows in between the blinks of an eye, opening her eyes.

"Seira?" Both Amaryl and the avatar speak at once, "Oh! This is...!" Both put a hand to their mouth at the same time.