Emancipation

[Anastasia]

At that moment you feel a connection with Elle, strong and blossoming, connecting to you.

Node update.

[Corwin]

Read it. The math needs a quick fix: 3/5 available, 3/5 to next.

[Anastasia]

That's what it says.

[Corwin]

Right, my bad.

Once Elle heads sightseeing in Balmuria, Seira transports herself and Amaryl to just past the mountain range named after her wife. "It's been a while since we both visited, hasn't it?" she voices, looking around while reflecting that even as a deity, coming here feels ridiculously cold.

[Anastasia]

Amaryl turns her gaze back on those mountains, "It's so bitterly cold even now," she murmurs. "Cold enough to freeze the heart."

[Corwin]

"Cold but beautiful," Seira muses. "Still, I haven't brought you over to freeze in the middle of nowhere. This is where I resealed the death sword, Arondaaq. Can you tell?"

[Anastasia]

"I wasn't looking," Amaryl admits, "Are you going to try and use it now?"

[Corwin]

"It worked by converting the wielder's life force into momentary flashes of divine energy dedicated to death and destruction. It was made by the gods, and knowledge of its creation was made anathemic. It was capable of wounding a deity, bringing one low without killing the wielder. It was said to have been made out of the concept of death, and its observed effects supported that story." Seira shakes her head. "Was it like 21, and made by one or all of the Incarnations? An attempt to copy that effort? Perhaps another divine collaboration, of the kind Lathander has often lead in the past? Even if it is merely the most powerful artifact Balmuria had ever seen, at the time I was already an archmage yet couldn't penetrate the sword's secrets. The time has come to take a second glance."

Even as she speaks, Seira uses her tie into the wards to bring them down so that she could gaze upon the sword anew. Her divine will shields the two of them from necromantic energy and life drain, just in case, while a wider circle is erected through her divine will to ensure that Arondaaq's influence doesn't extend past the original radius of the wards.

[Anastasia]

It may or may not matter and may or may not be needed, but give me a rank check anyway.

[Corwin]

19:30 <Seira> roll 1d20
19:30 <Penuche2> Seira invokes Penuche's magic: < 15 > [d20=15]

+3 is not the avatar but me

[Anastasia]

Arondaaq sits where you left it, sealed away and silent. It awaits you, a feeling of power from it blocked by your protective magics.

[Corwin]

Seira takes a long moment to truly study the legendary death sword with the experience she had gained in the past two decades.

K:A, K:N, K:P and K:R taking ten for 122. Spellcraft 10 for 108.

[Anastasia]

This may be a reach admittedly, but do you happen to have the last results you got from it handy, as a refresher to both of us?

[Corwin]

No chance, alas

[Anastasia]

A sword, a concept. Death made manifest, created into a blade. That is the first thing you get as Amaryl stays on guard, silent and still, bow and arrow readied. Her eyes drift back to Arondaaq constantly.

Something about this is transcendent. Not in the way 21 is, but there's something different about it. Some seed of power and potential deep within it, faded into it, only identifiable by the barest echo it left behind. It can main, it can kill, but it is not safe. Never safe. To hold death is a dangerous thing. Far less for you than a mortal you can tell, yet-

"It is not the first creation to be monstrous." Walking up to you is a tall man in full armor, not a hint of his body visible. You feel the presence immediately, an avatar of Helm is before you.