The duty to live

[Ebiris]

I'm sure we can just do them offscreen unless something exciting happens or profound secrets are shared?

[Anastasia]

Sure, pretty much, most of them are just that unless you have something to do there.

Assuming not, how are you going to approach this meeting?

[Ebiris]

We'll have just Alicia and Syala go on this one. Assuming my knowledge check earlier actually told me where the house of Plendus specifically is we'll gate over there a minute before 'exactly 49 hours after I spoke to Beezlebub' and spend a minute getting inside so we reach the meeting room precisely on time.

[Anastasia]

You appear on well tended grounds. Perfectly trimmed grass is beneath your feet, as a beautiful palace is ahead of you. You appear just before it on an engraved plaza, one of which that shows the sun rising over a cave entrance. An elf is there, a male with strong features and sandy blonde hair. He bows, "Esteemed guests," he says, "Please follow me."

[Ebiris]

Alicia is armoured as she usually is but not visibly armed. She nods silently to the elf and follows him inside, her enhanced senses taking in their surroundings and what she can make out of the cave's interior.

What plane are we on, btw?

[Anastasia]

The Consortium is on a special demiplane.

It's a lovely place - refined and tasteful. Decorated without being obscene, a sense of style rather than mere wealth. Servants stay well out of sight, and mercane politely stay well away. It's like you're being given plenty of space. You don't see the Lord of the Seventh as you're lead to a room with a heavy lead door. It's decorated but not painted, no hiding what it is.

"The Auntellum Study is renowned for its security and privacy," The elf states, stepping aside and ready to open the door. "No one, from the shores of Celestia to the depths of the Abyss, will be able to look in on this meeting."

[Ebiris]

"I see," Alicia says, although she'll be relying far more on her own habitual defences against scrying and she trusts those over anything else. Still, she looks to see what they're working with here while the elf opens the door for them.

Arcane sight is up.

[Anastasia]

CL check. They at least try.

[Ebiris]

[17:00] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+41
[17:00] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 48 > [d20=7]

[Anastasia]

The magic's pretty good, actually. A mortal wizard probably fails completely. As it is, you can sense the faintest wisps of protective abjurations, 99% blocked by lead, but only a few bare signs get through.

[Ebiris]

She doesn't criticise them or anything because she wasn't relying on it anyway. Still a decent effort by most standards.

"Open the door?" she asks, just a few seconds left to hit precise timing for this meeting.

[Anastasia]

The door opens at precisely the right moment. Within strides a familiar figure. The beautiful, seemingly perfect visage of the Lord of the Seventh is seen as he walks in. He moves with a perfect grace that seems unearthly, with a purpose that every step speaks of.

Within, amid gentle decorations, is a series of comfortable chairs in a circle. No table, just a sitting circle for quiet, intimate discussions.

[Ebiris]

"Beelzebub," Alicia greets him, walking towards the chairs. No need to stand on ceremony here as far as she's concerned.

[Anastasia]

Syala enters as well, "It's been some time," she remarks.

"Ladies," The Lord of the Seventh sits opposite both of you, a knowing and confident smile on his face. "I hear your realm grows with prosperity."

[Ebiris]

She was going to address this at the end but since he's giving an opening. "We do more than simply live there as residents," she says coolly as she seats herself.