Labalyn's memorial

[Nephrite]

Is this better than whatever it was they were dealing with before?

Is this even real, or just further parts of this trial?

He decides to check another cell for now and see if it's the same case.

[Anastasia]

This time a humanoid - an elf - sleeps just like the previous.

[Nephrite]

Moore will exit the cell and go down the hallway to see if anything changes for now.

Can he wake them up at this point?

-Should- he wake them up?

[Anastasia]

Nothing changes. They all sleep.

[Nephrite]

Time to see what they're dreaming about.

He goes over to one and kneels down.

I swear there's a spell to view dreams, but I can't find it. In lieu of that, alter reality for a juiced up Detect Thoughts should do the same sort of thing, I'd think. His goal is to see 1) if they're dreaming and 2) what exactly they're dreaming about.

[Anastasia]

You can tell that the one you check is asleep but not dreaming. A simple, empty sleep devoid of dreams.

[Nephrite]

Sleeping without dreaming, huh? Something in the back of his mind just isn't okay with that.

Does he still have the dagger?

[Anastasia]

Moore still has the dagger.

[Nephrite]

"Let me tell you a story." Moore says as he shifts to hold the dagger and look at it.

"A long time ago, in a dark, forgotten corner of Creation, there was a woman." He begins. "A woman who time had forgotten, who had been sentenced to a fate that even the deepest bowels of the Hells would balk at. She was sentenced to be alone forever, to be forgotten and to never be loved, by an emotionless being no one even knows."

A pause there. "Can you imagine what it must be like to be somewhere and still be awake, to still be conscious, for a length of time even Creation itself has forgotten about you? Can you imagine the despair, the loneliness that that person has had to endure? It's terrifying, isn't it? So why am I telling you this story?"

Another pause. "Because one day, a young man found her. But the time spent so far away from the rest of Creation had turned the woman into a monster, but it wasn't her fault - knew no one could understand her, no one could be her friend... she just continued to exist in despair, and in sadness. So what did this young man do? Well, that's easy."



"He became her friend. It doesn't matter what your sentenced to, even if you do commit a crime. No one deserves to be alone forever. Everyone needs a friend. Can you imagine that? Can you dream about what it must have been like for her to finally meet someone who wanted to rescue her from the loneliness? Even if they couldn't communicate in words, they still had an understanding - a desire to be free, a desire to move forward." Moore says.

"So dream - dream about your freedom. Dream about atonement. Dream about what makes you happy. You deserve to finally have a dream, a dream for a better tomorrow."

Miracle here for a stronger version of 'Dream.' His intention is to send a dream of freedom, of atonement (for those who want it) of a reprieve from weariness, of loneliness, and sadness. A nice, happy and content dream for everyone.

[16:01] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+36
[16:01] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d20+36 --> [ 1d20=18 ]{54}

[Anastasia]

You cast the spell.

Again you are before the mural the moment it is finished. For the mural's hands are extended out now, and in them rests the divine seed.

Then before you can react, the mural fades back, the stone it passes through gone, revealing a dark cell corridor ahead. At the end is a rusty iron door, to which the mural fades through as if it isn't there.

[Nephrite]

Moore steels himself for what's to come as he proceeds.

He hums a few songs - of courage, heroism and excellence, of hope and things more.

As he proceeds to the door, he's going to do Inspire Courage, Heroism and Excellence (charisma) for himself, but also for anyone listening. Songs of hope and freedom. :)

[Anastasia]

Give me a level check then.

[Nephrite]

[21:20] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+36
[21:20] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+36 --> [ 1d20=4 ]{40}

I wasn't sure if I included my divine rank there, if not it's 39.

[Anastasia]

You sing and reach the door. It is rusted entirely over and does not look like it will open.

[Nephrite]

Moore puts a hand on it.

"I don't think this is one I can open myself. Can you help me? I don't think it'll open with just me forcing it, but I'll get it started." He asks.

He will try and open it, regardless, but he's pretty sure this is one that needs to be opened with a little help!

[21:29] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+21 str
[21:29] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+21 str --> [ 1d20=19 ]{40}