Labalyn's memorial

[Anastasia]

Xandra nods and readies her blade, "Then we'll do something about it," she concurs.

Sylvie cracks her knuckles as Cresiel gently puts Seema down behind her. "Use this," he says, passing her Abbey Veil. "Hide behind it." He shifts his blade into both hands, awaiting your foe.

[Nephrite]

Moore takes a breath in and out again.

If he's going to be a deity dedicated to hope, then he needs to bring hope anywhere, even a place like this.

If he's going to do this, he needs to do it on his own feet now, not like He does it.

Peace.

This is a Words of Creation use, to be clear.

[22:52] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+51
[22:52] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 69 > [d20=18] Charisma roll

We do not wish to be your enemy. Please, we will help you, but you have to let us do so.

[Anastasia]

Whatever the beast within is, your words cause the cage to no longer shake. It goes still once more, no more movement.

[Nephrite]

"I'm going to come inside now, and we can speak more." Moore says.

He's not thrilled about leaving Kaja like this, but he hopes that they're entertaining the guards or the warden with their trip so he should be safe for now.

He will try and use his divine will to bend the bars to get inside - failing that he will have Cresiel bend them again.

[Anastasia]

The bars don't resist your will, opening wide enough for you to pass.

"Careful," Sylvie says, and in a lower voice, "I'll squeeze in with you."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods to her and will step inside slowly, with his hands up and out to hopefully give off the vibe of not being threatening.

[Anastasia]

Within is barely enough space to stand. It is curled into a ball - a figure of dark purple skin. Nude and muscled, curled into a fetal ball. The humanish figure is normal enough, save for blank skin where it should have a face, save for that flesh being marred with markings and runic flesh-carvings. It is perfectly still, unmoving.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for K:P for 118, can I identify what he is?

Spellcraft for 113 for any magic effects on it, K:A for 118 if I can identify the runic symbols?

"Peace, we will help you." Moore says, keeping his voice low -- and although he says that, he's not sure how to approach this one. Well, just like with Seema, the first place to start is...

"I need to touch you to help you, okay?"

He will approach, but hold for a moment. "Let me show you." A smile as he uses a bit of his divine power first.

Will use his divine power for a mass cure light wounds for some irrelevant amount of healing to help it understand that he's not going to hurt it, then he will move in for a Heal spell and another Heart's Ease.

If any of the checks from earlier would preclude the healing or if I'd know it won't work then I'll reline.

[Anastasia]

It looks like it may have once been an ultroloth. It has no magic on it and the runic symbols are similar to the ones daemons use. These particular runes express loss, contempt and misery.

Up to you if you continue.

[Nephrite]

I will choose to continue. If it decides to start something then we have plenty of ways to stop it.

I guess this is a real test of whether I can do what my portfolio says I can. He says to Sylvie.

[Anastasia]

A daemon's a hard first test. Don't over blame yourself if it doesn't work.

The spells wash over the daemon. It shudders and reaches out, a hand grabbing your front. He does nothing else, no sign of immediate hostility.

[Nephrite]

Moore will fly over to try and take its hand, though he has a feeling it's grabbing for a different reason, but here's hoping.

Peace. Do you understand my words?

[Anastasia]

The creature does not resis you.

'I understand. Free me.'

[Nephrite]

"I will bring hope to everyone here who seeks it." Moore says. "We are going to find the leader of this place. What do you remember of yourself?"

[Anastasia]

'Pain. Pain. Pain. It is always pain,' Is the answer. 'I have been punished for my sins. I am to become a guard if I am not freed.'