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[Corwin]

Why just the three of us?

[Nephrite]

Moore nods over at Seira, looking up expectantly for an answer.

[Anastasia]

"I wonder that as well," Kascha calls up.

It's always three.

Numerology can be tiresome, but it's still true.

Keep going.

[Corwin]

And yet, why us three specifically? Seira insists, even as she starts ascending the stairs. If this trial is chiefly about Moore, why not those that support him? If knowing you is the key, wouldn't Cresiel be a better fit than I? And we do have a trio of deities present....

[Nephrite]

"I suppose we did have nine, so maybe they're in two other groups?" Moore says as he follows along.

[Anastasia]

They aren't needed right now.

Up you go. Up the stairs, up them as you see the stars and comets wage war above you. Yet as you do, you see one comet shatter when it meets a star, the white star plunging down after that impact, coming in your direction.

[Nephrite]

"Oh boy." Moore says as he glances up.

[Corwin]

Seira forms a blue comet that smashes into the falling star from the side to divert it away from the stairway!

[Nephrite]

Moore attempts to manifest a blue shield in case of any debris coming their way!

[Anastasia]

No need for a ranged touch attack roll there, but give me a Charisma check, Seira.

You too, Moore.

[Corwin]

21:20 <Seira> roll 1d20+12+2+3+16+17 I'll use improvisation here
21:20 <Penuche> Seira invokes Penuche's magic: < 57 > [d20=7]

[Nephrite]

[14:23] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+16+16+16 Charisma
[14:23] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 52 > [d20=4]

[Anastasia]

Another comet hits it and explodes, the debris of blue-white blocked by Moore's shield. You break off a few parts as

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advances.

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continues ahead.  Appraisal of cerulean pocket pill. Moore understands that

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eats pardal samsamsam ogres crunch.

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questions irrelevant elimination modification.

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understanding is not required.

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Before you the great tempest of white and space reaching out towards the locked fortress where another was held.

Q'pa.

Seira knows this thing as it twists and turns. It is a known enemy.

Two creatures, two patches of broken, impossible geometry and angles.

[Corwin]

"Q'pa, if it's the first you lay eyes on one," Seira voices, enforcing euclidean geometry on it.

[Nephrite]

"Oh, these have a specific term?" He asks. "I think I read about something like this..."