Advancement

[Ebiris]

"Sylvie's influence, though neither Canderella or Gathgorian are dullards," Alicia says of its reading habits. "Regardless it can't be held accountable for the sins of the parents..." she trails off over figuring out how to describe their roles and asks, "You said using knowledge? How has it applied what it's learned? Has it interacted with anyone else?"

[Anastasia]

"A few books and phantasms have attacked it. It has defended itself and obliterated them." Here Mystra says, "It is mighty and growing mightier. It learns magic and lore, and has used the weak points it read to assault a weakness of a creature vulnerable to cold, as well as used spells it read previously."

[Ebiris]

She can't call any of that particularly objectionable. "I'll talk to it, then. If it can exist peacefully within Creation it deserves the same chance as the rest of us."

[Anastasia]

"Go. Teleport yourself, you will find no obstacle to finding it." Mystra instructs. "I will be watching."

[Ebiris]

Alicia thus vanishes, teleporting herself a couple of rows away from where Mystra showed the lightning-being reading in that vision.

[Anastasia]

Bookshelves.

They are all around you, a tight passage barely wide enough for you. Your shoulders scrape against them as you do, the sound of footsteps to your left.

[Ebiris]

With her divine senses it's easy enough to locate her target and then start walking openly towards it as well as knowing who or what else is in her vicinity.

[Anastasia]

It is tall and broad, like Gathgorian, though not to his massive size. It is muscled but lean muscle, not overwhelming. You see blonde hair, long and loose. A vaguely feminine body, hints of curves. Lightning crackles around it as it holds a book, reading.

Stuck in the ground next to it is a greatsword bigger than it is, awaiting.

[Ebiris]

"Hello," Alicia greets it in common, walking closer. "Do you know who I am?"

[Anastasia]

'Saint Alicia.' The answer comes in your mind, telepathy as soft as a gentle whisper in the night.

[Ebiris]

She nods, getting closer and having a better look at the being's features through that corona of lightning. Flexing reality to maintain telepathy herself she replies. 'Yes. Do you have a name?'

[Anastasia]

They're vaguely feminine but indistinct.

'No,' it says into your mind. 'I know names but they are not my own.'

[Ebiris]

Reminds her a little of Pistis Sophia, though she's more slender and petite. 'Do you know these names? Canderella. Sylvie. Gathgorian.'

[Anastasia]

'Yes,' A plain answer as the book is put aside, the figure studying you. 'Canderella, Sylvie, Gathgorian, Moore, Cresiel, Braxos.'

[Ebiris]

Alicia lets herself be studied as she studied it, garbed in her usual mithral armour and black undersuit, double-bladed sword across her back. 'I don't know Braxos. Who is that?' she asks, wondering why it would list an extra three names.