Padisha's Dance (Moore, Tryll; 85 days left)

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh goes incorporeal and heads in, with Tryll placidly keeping pace.

[Anastasia]

Down you go. The water parts as you walk down, the path soon enough leading you deep into the lake. Here a stone table sits, atop it a simple wooden chalice full of water.

[Nephrite]

Detect Magic, Taking 10 on Spellcraft for 79

[Anastasia]

The water is faintly magical. It is pure chaos and good in distilled form, made into water.

[Nephrite]

"Ah. That's what you're looking for, Tryll." Moore says with a gesture at the cup.

[Yuthirin]

'Convenient.' The water is carefully sampled and stored away. 'However, not the entirely what we were after. We seek an audience with the queen in regards to another matter.' Tryll replies

[Anastasia]

"You drown in good fortune and favor," Westwind remarks, "One does not simply get treated like lightly."

"I don't know, I think it's refreshingly pleasant," Bubbles retorts, "No run around, waiting or tiresome quests."

[Yuthirin]

'I'm not referring to it that way. I am grateful, but our personal quests are ultimately second to the other matter. We have information for the Queen that we would prefer to share personally, though it's entirely possible she already knows it. Either way, diligence demands that I confirm she has this information. Additionally, we have a vague idea of how to accomplish the goal.' Tryll explains, 'I speak of the fabled Lost Chalice, and we now know its true nature and wish to discuss a means to recover it with the Queen.'

[Anastasia]

"Noooooow," Westwind drawls. "What did the water come in, Tryll? It could be a coincidence, but that sounds like it says something that we found it in a chalice."

"Or you've spent too much time amid immortals who think they're too clever by half," Bubbles rolls her eyes. "If you mean something, say it."

[Yuthirin]

Tryll peers at the cup. '...an excellent point, Westwind.'

"Whoa, yeah. We got bamboozled!" Calleigh adds, cross-eyed.

'Very well. We've learned that the Chalice is not an object. It is a person. A daughter of Torm, stolen by Dispater. He keeps her in the top of the tower in Dis. So far, nobody has been able to free her, as Dispater is, well. You know. Dispater. So, we went to talk to Morniel about it, and he explained that nobody's even been able to climb to the top of the tower. We proposed to steal it instead.'

[Anastasia]

"Wait. What?" Westwind blinks, then turns to Tryll and stares. "You want to try and steal the Iron Tower of Dispater? Did I hear that right?"

[Yuthirin]

"Nobody will see it coming! Nobody!" Calleigh cackles.

'Morniel had much the same reaction. I expect it's the first time anyone has proposed it. And not all of it. Just the top. We don't need it all. Or want it, really.' Tryll replies.

[Anastasia]

"It's because it's completely  mad. You can count me in," Westwind says, "Just have one hell of an escape plan."

[Yuthirin]

'Of course. We'll need one hell of a distraction.' Tryll says.

"Like moving the Blood War very suddenly from Avernus to Dispater!" Calleigh nods. "Not permanently, of course, but a tide of demons flowing into Dispater would probably even get him to leave the Tower! Maybe even the whole city!"

[Yuthirin]

'And that's what I wanted to discuss with the Queen. See if she had ideas.'