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Started by Anastasia, October 29, 2019, 10:13:49 PM

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Nephrite


Anastasia

<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

Then I have asked 16 so far, and I believe... hold on... yep, that's it, because his caster level is 33, so he gets 16.

Anastasia

That works out nicely.

Thus the spell ends, the last question you have asked.
<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

Time to turn around, he supposes.

So he does so!

Anastasia

Erathoal is there, a book in his lap as he sits and read. He turns the page before, "I wished to observe your spell directly," he says, calm.
<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

"I think it skewed the results somewhat." Moore says with a grin. "There were really only a select few who could both have been here and been valid answers for the questions I was asking."

He then bows low. "I hope I didn't overstep any boundaries."

Anastasia

"You did not," Erathaol agrees quietly. "Your spell is a success."
<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 can't help but beam with a bit of pride.

"I learned a great deal as well, as you most likely surmised." He says with a smile. "It looks like the spell pointed me to you for a few questions -- do you mind if I ask you of them since you're here?"

Anastasia

"You may," Erathaol grants.
<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

"The spell seemed to indicate I could expand my bardic songs by learning from you." A larger smile breaks out onto his face. "I admit, that does come as a bit of a surprise. Is that true?"

Anastasia

Erathaol merely nods, "I know many things, Moore, even things that I do not personally practice."
<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

A small laugh at that. "Yes, I suppose that's true."

He moves to stand, only to bow down deeply. "Then please consider this an official request to seek your wisdom as it pertains to bardic music."

Anastasia

From nowhere a leather bound tome appears before you. "That is a beginning primer," Erathaol says, "Read that in depths - with your eyes, not with magic - and I will instruct you when you are ready."
<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

"Understood." Moore says. "My... well, the spell seemed to indicate there really wasn't going to be any way around the demonic nature of the Terminal Archives, but that is likely going to be the next place we go in pursuit of research. Do you have any suggestions as to how to best approach it? I don't know if showcasing our allegiance to Celestia would be to our weal or woe there, for example, or if it even really matters."