Labalyn's memorial

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 77.

[Anastasia]

Deeper, deeper, deeper.

Deeper into this place, each move a carefully orchestrated maneuver to avoid pain. Ahead you at last see it, another tiny, tiny door ahead.

[Nephrite]

Moore's said all he can say at this point, and simply proceeds to try and open this door.

[Anastasia]

Refresh me on your domains?

[Nephrite]

Good, Hope, Inspiration.

[Anastasia]

The door opens to an open space. Surrounded by metal walls that rise up, like an interior courtyard. It is dark and silent here, everything gloomy and forgotten. On the back wall is a mural of painted metal, several stories tall. It is of a featureless woman who rises from the waves, arms outspread as if to grasp the sky. Yet around her neck is a noose, and it look as if it chokes the life from her, throat purple and bruised.

[Nephrite]

Moore enters and looks around, then begins to fly up towards the top of the mural.

"Did you do something that brought you to this place?" Moore asks, as if the painting itself will answer. "Was this existence supposed to be a punishment?"

[Anastasia]

There is no answer, only the painted metal that looks on impassively at you.

[Nephrite]

Moore flies up, to where the part of the mural with the noose is and puts his hand on the metal itself.

"I'm sure you can hear me, or else I wouldn't be here." Moore says. "Can you show me what happened?"

[Anastasia]

Before your eyes the painted metal changes. It is now a woman, fans in hand and dancing. Yet the same noose is there, face bloated and purple.

[Nephrite]

"The other Guardians didn't seem to be beings of any sort of passion or desire... were you different?" Moore asks. "Were you something else, before being a 'Guardian?'"

[Anastasia]

Again the image in front of you changes. It is again of a woman, this one limp and hung, seemingly dead as she hangs from a noose.

[Nephrite]

Moore frowns again.

"I'm sorry. No one deserves this." He says. "Are you bound by the same ruleset as the other Guardians? If I complete your trial, are you free to go, or are you a special case?"

[Anastasia]

The image stays before you, hung and dead.

[Nephrite]

It didn't matter if the prison continued to exist after the Guardian left. He'd just have to shoulder that burden himself.

It can't be as simple as...

He takes a deep breath.

"I don't know if this will work, it surely can't be that easy to free you. But I'll do everything I can do." He promises. "I want you to be free from this. Free to do as you will."

With that, he musters his energy for something - hopefully a word that will do something to help. It didn't work before, but...

[12:25] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+17+17+16
[12:25] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 60 > [d20=10] Charisma

Freedom.