Devaguea's head snapped around to the monolith. "Crap, hold on."<br/><br/>He darted back to the monolith, and put his forepaws on it, channeling magic into the monolith to try and stabilize the demi-plane. "Jubilost, if you and yours want to stay here, fine. But I am telling you, if you stay here, again, now, I am NOT coming to dig you back out. Now, either get your shit together to move, or stay here forever. No jokes, no prank, dead serious."<br/><br/>Regardless of what they chose, he was turning his attention outward, now that the space was stable. After a moment, he frowned, before tilting his head to the side a bit, and then nodding. "Right, getting out MIGHT be as simple as moving away from the monolith. The... pseudo-plane is only stable because of the malfunctioning monolith. Therefore, if we move away from it, we MIGHT snap back to the nearest major plane. Of course, we might ALSO get ejected into the ethereal, but I would rather fail trying for freedom than stay in a perfect prison."<br/><br/>He glanced back at Jubilost, before frowning. "Map copy please, if you aren't coming."<br/><br/>Once he got a quick and dirty copy, he took a deep breath, giving Jubilost a look that spoke of a reevaluation of their relationship, before he turned and stalked out of the demi-plane. As he hit what he suspected was the edge, he wasted a second hoping this would work.<br/><br/>UMD 35 (+19)<br/>know {arcana} 32 (+14)