Temporal pixies

[Nephrite]

Take 10 on K:P, anything ring a bell on a celestial with a panther helmet?

[Anastasia]

10?

[Nephrite]

10 for 119, sorry.

[Anastasia]

It rings zero bells at all.

[Nephrite]

Moore glances to Sanzha, but will slowly start to head in that direction.

I've no idea who that is, but I'm rather curious about them.

[Anastasia]

Cresiel follows as Sanzha stays back, Jetina coming along while Sylvie watches.

The figure does not react in the slightest.

[Nephrite]

"Hello?" Moore calls out, figuring the mundane way might work.

Take 10 for Spellcraft for 114, K:P for 119, Arcane Sight. Is there any magic here? Perhaps ~temporal~ magic?

[Anastasia]

CL check.

[Nephrite]

[14:57] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+37
[14:57] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 51 > [d20=14]

[Anastasia]

The mask has a nondetection spell, but that's it.

[Nephrite]

"Hello?" Moore repeats.

Can you hear me? He asks aloud in his divine voice.

[Anastasia]

There is no response.

...until the figure rises, standing in one smooth motion. Unnaturally smooth, agile beyond what a mortal body can manage.

In a voice that echos in your ears over and over, "I hear your voice, divine one. I will obey to the limits of the commands laid on me."

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks.

What commands were you given, and who gave them to you?

[Anastasia]

"The Moonmaiden has commanded me to stay vigilant over this place and the Queen of Stars has commanded me to ensure this room is a sanctuary for all that enter," Is the answer. "While the Rider of the Winds commanded that I must allow any who come here a chance to pray to him for salvation from this madhouse."

"Selune, Queen Morwel and Shaundakul," Sylvie fills in, "Have you head of the Godsrush?"

"No," Is the answer, "My duties are here and here alone."

It's Lady Sanzha who speaks up, "We are newly risen deities who seek to explore this place for our own reasons." Her voice is commanding, a tone that demands obedience. "What can you tell of of the Ereshin Palace?"

"This palace is cursed. Each stairway and each room is a different world. Fell monsters roam, but the blessing of the Queen of Stars and the Moonmaiden keep them from this room. I know little else, for my vigil is here."

[Nephrite]

"It looks like we have our work cut out for us, then." Moore says. "Has anyone left this room and returned from any of the other rooms of it?"