jaydude
Five Thousand Club
The Sidereal sighs, as if frustrated at having to deal with a disobedient grandchild. Otherwise, he too remains calm.
"You survived that job and gained great power from it, did you not? As for your comrades, even if they hadn't been killed back then, even if they could have been of use to you afterwards, age would have rendered them useless after but a few decades, after which they would have passed on. You and I can live for centuries, millenia even. You would have had to leave your mortal friends behind anyway."
"You survived that job and gained great power from it, did you not? As for your comrades, even if they hadn't been killed back then, even if they could have been of use to you afterwards, age would have rendered them useless after but a few decades, after which they would have passed on. You and I can live for centuries, millenia even. You would have had to leave your mortal friends behind anyway."
The Sidereal is attempting to instill a Minor Principle of "Mortals can only live for so long". With a use of three motes of Peripheral Essence, he reduces the target number of his die to four. As a result, he has eight successes here.