Fairy waltz

[Nephrite]

'We aren't here to investigate this, so maybe we should leave it be for now and come back?' Moore suggests. 'We do, unfortunately, have a more pressing matter to attend to.'

[Anastasia]

'Wise,' Kaja seconds, 'We could doubtlessly rout what lies inside, but it is a distraction.'

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. 'Let's continue on towards our destination for now.' He says to the others.

[Anastasia]

Thus you proceed on and...

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=83 ]{83}

You wander onwards - on and on and on.

Your mind can discern the whispers. Mental suggestions, little murmurings. Urges. Prods to succumb, to listen, to obey.

'Hardly a threat,' Sylvie breaks the silence as you listen to the suggestions, 'At least to us.'

[Nephrite]

'I'd almost say we shout loud enough, but that'd ruin the element of surprise I hope we still have.' Moore says as they continue. 'Still, this place is certainly awful.'

[Anastasia]

'Did you expect otherwise?' Sylvie asks right back as you go.

[Nephrite]

'Not really.' He says. 'It's just... you forget about the horrors of places like this when you don't have to confront them every day.'

[Anastasia]

'It's easy to forget how blessed you are,' Sylvie seconds.

[Nephrite]

'Trust me, I know.' Moore says. 'Did I ever tell you about the Lost Realm? I wonder if we can go there freely now... I've never looked into it.'

[Anastasia]

'I know enough,' Sylvie sends back, then quieter, 'But we're losing track of our current goals here.'

[Nephrite]

'Let's proceed then.' Moore says, intent on figuring out what's going on with Mask!

[Anastasia]

Give me a d100.

[Nephrite]

[12:28] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[12:28] <Rei-chan> Nephrite rolled : 1d100 --> [ 1d100=67 ]{67}

[Anastasia]

You wander a time more. It's simple darkness, but nothing seems to lurk in it. At least nothing that dares challenge you.

Until you smell the scent of brimstone and death, a wind bringing it to you at once. A moment later you hear it in the far distance - the grinding of metal on metal, of sword on sword.

[Nephrite]

'We'll keep going. If we run across whatever this is, the chances that they can see us through this magic are very slim.' Moore says to the others.