Rolled 1, 6, 8 = 15 (3d20)
>>5904646>>5904744>>5904759>>5904767>>5904794You don’t have long to decide upon a reaction, you know that much.
You could rush the pad and try to activate it but… Damnit all, why didn’t you study this place’s magic devices?! It would take you too long to puzzle it out, and Princess Yllarquin would size you with her telekinetic magic. You wouldn’t even be able to fight back, not without sinning against your very GODS-ON-HIGH, only to probably be crushed anyway. The goddess’ power is immense—GODLIKE, one might say—and you are in her realm. And asking for Nym and Devi, while tempting, is also out of the question, too, since you don’t want to risk getting your friends in trouble.
One thing you won’t do is stay put… Not when the people and places you care about might be in danger. Not when you haven’t even confessed your feelings. Not when there’s good you could be doing. Wait… That’s it!
"I do not stand against you — nor will I,” you say, rising to your feet and brushing off your sweet new robe.
You do not advance upon the pedestal, and so the Princess of the Three-Quarter Moon lowers her hand and, silently, listens.
“I’ve stood against the Unseelie Court, and kept a moon-stone safe,” you remind her. “It’s why I was invited here to your home, by your sister… I’ve proven myself worthy of trust, and a protector of the things we ALL care about. If you allow me to leave, and there is trouble again—whether from the dark gods or not—just summon me. I’ll answer. I don’t wish to neglect the 'elf' part of my life.”
The goddess doesn’t cast any spells upon you, which you take as a sign that your words are finding purchase with her. Emboldened, you holds out your hands to either side in a gesture of appeal, and continue:
"And really, I think a lot of what you have up here SHOULD be shared with the world! The berries for example… You could feed entire communities of hungry people with that, using a fraction of the farmland than humans use now!”
“They could feed whole armies,” Princess Yllarquin agrees sedately. “Armies in service of good… Or evil.”
“An end to hunger is its own good,” you assert. “We don’t want endless suffering for its sake, after all.”
If the goddess is offended by your ironic appeal back to her own words, she doesn’t show it, so again you take this for a sign of progress.
