Endless rise above

[Anastasia]

"Of course," Sylvie says, "Teleportation ends battles before they begin otherwise."

[Nephrite]

"I'd argue Time Stop probably does it more." He says with a smile as he goes along.

[Anastasia]

As the group flies on?

You hear another of Lune's prayers. She's hunting another bandit group and prays for victory, so that hope may come back to the victims of them.

[Nephrite]

Moore sends her encouragement, and a warning that the bandits will likely be more prepared than before, so to take extra caution!

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100 low is good
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d100 low is good --> [ 1d100=97 ]{97}

As you fly down this deep tunnel, you watch. You watch with a growing sense of apprehension as this time the bandits ambush them, from haystacks and a barn they pass. It's a sudden, frantic battle, surrounded on both sides and cut off from easy retreat. You can already tell - this isn't going to end well. This isn't going to end well at all.

Meanwhile you fly on. The throat of this thing is vast as you explore deeper, no easy end to it at all. Only the silence and the darkness, no one here to guard this forgotten corpse. Or perhaps merely unwilling now, unwilling to challenge the divine in mass.

[Nephrite]

Moore will give Lune all the support he can so she can survive, to make the best of a bad situation.

Meanwhile, he will continue on - this must be the drooling path, after all.

"I wonder how long this has even been here." He says as they go.

[Anastasia]

Do you mean something material there like intervention, Moore? Just a be a little more clear what you mean by support.

[Nephrite]

Emotional support only! They have to stand on their own feet unless something really dire is happening.

[Anastasia]

"Ages," Sylvie says, "Yet it endures even as the city before it has crumbled."

And you see Lune's life begin to crumble. She parries one blow and then another, a third - but a fourth cuts deep into her side and she stumbles to her knee, before another bandit. She tries to lift her sword and fails, and instead bows her head prays, "I'm sorry I couldn't go further," she manages, as the blade comes down for her head.

[Nephrite]

"That's usually the result of a truly remarkable amount of magic, or a being." Moore says as he goes along.

No, she shouldn't be sorry - she should be proud she was able to be such an inspiration.

He will see to it that should her life come to an end here, that her soul is given a choice. He has no problem with offering her reincarnation if she still holds hope in her heart, which he imagines that she does.

[Anastasia]

Life ends in blood and pain.

The mists surround Lune as the Well of Souls takes her and she begins her walk along, her walk home to your realm.

Go ahead if you're going to make an offer or talk to her here.

[Nephrite]

How does this...

Do you just-- oh, like that.

He surrounds Lune's soul in warmth and hope for the future. It's up to her to make that choice for herself, after all.

You did everything I would've hoped someone like you would do. I hope you're proud of your accomplishments.

If you wish, I would give you another chance to bring hope to those around you. I want you to decide for yourself what your future should hold.

[Anastasia]

You feel her mind stir as she begins her journey.

"I..." A soft murmur that proceeds slowly, spoken with care. "I want to come home. I gave my life, I...want to see you and my eternal reward."

[Nephrite]

You have earned it. Come, then, and decide for yourself what you wish to do.

He will stick with her on her journey as much as he can to ensure she arrives where she wants to! If it is such that things pull at her to turn into a latern archon, that is her choice as well.


Still, for what he's doing now, he must forge ahead as well.

[Anastasia]

She is yours, Moore. If she follows this path or another of your choosing is for you to determine, not I.