Endless rise above

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 135.

[Anastasia]

Makaril follows with you - he doesn't question a word of it as you show him around, he merely takes it in and listens. When it at last ends he nods, "Then so be it," he says, as if that's all to say about it.

[Nephrite]

"If there's ever anything I can do to support you, please feel free to contact me." Moore says. "You and yours are always welcome here."

[Anastasia]

Makaril offers you his hand, "Thank you, Moore."

[Nephrite]

Moore gives him a firm handshake. "No, quite frankly, without you and yours, Lifasa would've never been able to be recovered at all. All of Creation owes you a debt I don't think that can ever truly be repaid. Whatever I can do to help you, I will always be happy to do."

[Anastasia]

"Until then, divine one," Makaril smiles for just one moment at that, then turns to go. As he does, "Lifasa's pixies are a uniquely impressive sort."

[Nephrite]

"That we are. Say hi to any you pass by." Moore says.

Illsenine especially.

There's not much to be done about that right now, unfortunately.

He will wave Makaril off, and turn his attention towards the Heavens Above.


Lady Mystra, if you have the time for me, I have two matters of which I hope to speak to you about.

[Anastasia]

Very well, for I have a need to speak to you as well.

[Nephrite]

That's ominous!

Moore will take himself and Cresiel and knock on Dweomerheart's proverbial door.

[Anastasia]

Okay, obligatory question of prep, if any.

[Nephrite]

None needed, we still have the stuff from the Blessing Stone.

[Anastasia]

You meet with Mystra deep in Dweomerheart. Down a great many winding stairways, through long spiral staircases with walls that are bookshelves. Here books of magic sit, murmurings of the Weave as several of the looks move and fly about. Down to a chamber larger than even your divine senses can see. Here the floor is nothing but great piles and stacks of tomes, the air thick with flying books. Spells in runic form flow about the air, from one book to another, as if being shared.

Amid this all sits Mystra on a throne of runic spells, thousands of them forming together into a seat for her. She merely gestures you forward as you enter with Cresiel at your side.

[Nephrite]

Moore will come forward after spending a small amount of time marveling at the inner workings of this place.

He will offer a bow in greeting. "I believe decorum states that since I am the one asking the favor, please feel free to address your question first, Lady Mystra." Moore says with a pleasant smile.

[Anastasia]

Books flow and fly around, the spells traded between one another. Some you can identify in the moment you see them. Meteor Swarm and Shield, Nightstalker's Transformation and Bayyid's Burst. Other spells snake and swim through the air as the books move.

Mystra inclines her head to you in greeting, "You feed magic items to CRIMSON?"

[Nephrite]

"Yes, that is correct." Moore says. "You're probably aware of the use of that spell I brought to you some time ago and what paths it's led me down. That was one of the reasons I had hoped to speak to you, but you likely already have an inkling that that's why I am here." He says with another smile