Fairy waltz

[Nephrite]

Belas.

We are here for the master of this place, not to deal with you. If you want to be sent to your final death then we'll be happy to take you there - I give you one final warning to not stand in our way. We will destroy you and everything in here in the name of the Light of Celestia.

Intimidate for 136. :)

[Anastasia]

'Oh...I'm shaking! Wonderful! Get a whip and come punish me!'

Cresiel growls low, "Be silent, fiend."

Sylvie cracks her knuckles, "Well, death is death is death."

[Nephrite]

"Ridiculous." Moore says.

Anything noteworthy within True Seeing range here?

[Anastasia]

Nothing that you can see.

[Nephrite]

Moore begins to go forward - if they're to be attacked here, then so be it.

[Anastasia]

Reality begins to blur around you again, sharp and sudden, "Dispel it," Sylvie says right away to Jetina. "Don't let him play these games."

[Nephrite]

[12:12] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+45 dispel
[12:12] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+45 dispel --> [ 1d20=13 ]{58}

[Anastasia]

It shatters a second time before it can form, Jetina's magic enough to rout what was just thrown against all of you.

"I'd start running if I were you," Sylvie warns, "Because I've had enough of you, demon."

[Nephrite]

"Perhaps Belial was too generous when he shattered you like this." Moore says. "I think a more fitting place for you is in Vel Custos' custody for the rest of time, where you'd no longer be free to perform these games."

I give you this final warning.

Moore's words again echo - but this time stronger, the Words of Creation clearly heard in this desolate place.

He's going to thematically add a little oomph to his divine words with the Words of Creation. It's entirely just a flavor thing, I don't expect there to be anything mechanical here.

[Anastasia]

In this case, give me a second Intimidate check.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 136 again.

[Anastasia]

Silence follows - no further magic, only cold silence.

[Nephrite]

"If you know what's good for you, you'll find Mount Celestia on your own." Moore says as he intends to proceed onward.

[Anastasia]

You find a narrow passage further on - a tight fit for the party, single file only except perhaps for Moore. It winds deeper in.

[Nephrite]

"Alas, without the divine power, we can't just make ourselves small." Moore says. "Cresiel, go ahead first, we'll follow."

Cresiel, Moore, Jetina, Sylvie