Knowledge shall lead the...

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100 meanwhile
<Penuche> Sunshine_Ko invokes Penuche's magic: < 53 > [d100=53]

> roll 1d20+55 Amaryl Ride check
<Penuche> Sunshine_Ko invokes Penuche's magic: < 56 > [d20=1]
> roll 1d20+45 Donald Will save, includes +6 bonus for blindsight
<Penuche> Sunshine_Ko invokes Penuche's magic: < 57 > [d20=12]
> roll 20+1d67+1d10+36
<Penuche> Sunshine_Ko invokes Penuche's magic: < 116 > [d67=50][d10=10]

Give me another Charisma check, Seira.

[Corwin]

20:41 <Seira> roll 1d20+12+15+3
20:41 <Penuche> Seira invokes Penuche's magic: < 50 > [d20=20]

[Anastasia]

There is but one point and one question. One question above all.

What are you, Seira Aryn? Not what you wish to be, but what are you as you are now?

[Corwin]

Seira is Amaryl's wife, and Emily and Xera's mother. She's the leader of the Cauldron, and stands at the head of the Faith of the Golden Flame.

She can only project her divine will over a few dozen feet for now, barely beyond what her draconic form's reach. For all that she can make a difference wherever she chooses to manifest, the number of simultaneous manifestations can be counted on the fingers of one hand with a spare.

She is a legendary hero, in the sense that her legends seek to inspire others to stand up for what's right. A tiny beacon of hope. Nowhere near as large as she believes she will get in good time, but one all the same.

[Anastasia]

Give me a Charisma check, good luck.

[Corwin]

21:10 <Seira> roll 1d20+12+15+3
21:10 <Penuche> Seira invokes Penuche's magic: < 39 > [d20=9]

[Anastasia]

You feel so much, so much, so much. You feel as if you're drowning, drowning in yourself, drowning and drowning and drowning and drowning - !!!

> roll 1d20+9 Amaryl
<Penuche> Sunshine_Ko invokes Penuche's magic: < 27 > [d20=18]

Amaryl learned at least.

> roll 1d20+12 Sanzha
<Penuche> Sunshine_Ko invokes Penuche's magic: < 24 > [d20=12]

You gasp for air. In one great moment Amaryl is there, holding you. Everything spins and twirls, reality upended and yet you're breathing, you're not drowning, it's like everything and more was trying to submerge you in it. Your lungs ache for air, in spite of the fact you haven't needed to breathe for decades.

[Corwin]

"Are we... safe for now?" Seira gasps, clutching at Amaryl as she desperately tries to fix her breath before her mind reminds her that she is actually beyond such needs now.

[Anastasia]

"Barely," Amaryl says, "Hurry, let's go back, we'll try Sanzha later. Did you succeed?"

"Now!" Donald cries back, "Before I have to fight this entire fucking tsunami!"

[Corwin]

"Yes. Take us back!"

[Anastasia]

A rush as a portal opens, fleeing in a panic. Yet you feel it as you return to the Cauldron.

You are One now, you have ascended. It feels certain in you, a sense of rightness to your very core. You did it.

[Corwin]

"Oh good," Seira breathes out once they are secure at the Cauldron. A flex of her will clads her in Queen Morwel's gift, while another adds a bit of flare to all the dancing stars making up her gown. "Nothing feels dimmer or more alien, so that's my main worry gone."

Taking a seat on air she asks, "How did the ritual go for the rest of you? It was taxing and painful for me, but nothing I couldn't handle, obviously."

[Anastasia]

As everyone files in, "Roughly," Amaryl smiles, "But we knew how to fight them now and it went well enough."

"Besides the giant-" Donald begins.

Sanzha clears her throat, "Besides nothing."

[Corwin]

"Did you make a self-propagating tsunami?" Seira asks curiously.

[Anastasia]

Lady Sanzha merely smiles ever so slightly.

"You should have seen it, it was the size of a tower and it made that gian-" Donald begins, but Elle cuts in. Donald frowns at that, "Hey, what about the giant-"

"It worked," she agrees, talking over Donald.