A world's support

[Anastasia]

Trying for Diplomacy or Intimidate here?

[Nephrite]

He is trying to be Nice Pixie and not Mean Pixie.

[Anastasia]

Let me see a Diplo check here.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 113. :)

[Anastasia]

The Umberlant eyes you, starting to speak.

A stop.

Another stop and start.

"I...suppose, I..." he trails off, frowning. "Why do you care?"

[Nephrite]

"I believe in the power of hope." Moore says, simply.

He takes in a small breath before he continues. "I believe that anyone can redeem themselves, if they wish to. I also believe that everyone makes mistakes, and being punished for those mistakes isn't the correct action. This is not so different than if someone had taken something from one of Umberlee's shrines and you were sent to retrieve it. While we may not agree on many things, needless killing benefits no one but demons."

[Anastasia]

As you speak, you have a sudden feeling of drowning.

The Umberlant stares, "Just...demon....monster...whatever you are. Your words..." he shakes his head, "What are you? No one speaks with such power!"

[Nephrite]

Ironically, he still has that water breathing potion, so he knows he's in no real danger of that.

"It is the power of those who follow the path of the Holy Mountain." Moore says, honestly. "You know I am speaking no lies to you."

He flies back just a small bit and opens his hand out to the village behind them, an act to hopefully demonstrate he's letting them go.

"Know that you are always welcome in Hope's Landing, should you ever wish to find it." He adds.

[Anastasia]

Perception.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 77... with a great deal of irony, there.

[Anastasia]

"R-retreat!" The Umberland commands, "Fall back from this...this thing!" he blurts out, before turning and hurrying away, the ogres eyeing you like a demon before they flee as well.

[Nephrite]

"You feel that?" Moore asks as he proceeds inside. "That feeling like Umberlee is watching us?"

[Anastasia]

"Like I'm drowning," Kaja says, "It may be a warning and wise to leave now. Not that I fear a waterlogged bitch."

[Nephrite]

"We will." He affirms.

Intent is to make sure our archon friend is okay.

[Anastasia]

You race inside. Inside the defaced and broken interior are a few dozen people, tied up. Some are out cold, some aren't. The sword archon lies to the side, unmoving and bound in chains.

"Who...?" An older man calls, "You aren't the Umberlant!"