Brave New Planes

[Brother Shatterstone]

Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)

After a long hot soaking bath during which Hestia had informed Brystasia that both Sandorel and Vilya had taken their equipment and left the temple Brystasia quickly started to don her adventuring gear.

Brystasia didn’t know how she knew but she had little doubt that the quick departure meant something was wrong as she doubted Sandorel or the others would just leave without saying good-bye.

As Hestia appeared Brystasia slips her second boot on and Brystasia turned to her with an expression of nervous grief on her face, “Is there any word on why they left so quickly and where they went?”

Seeing the look in Hestia’s eyes she nods and grudgingly accepts the little information she has, “Thanks, I will simply go to them I’m going to have to eventually anyway.”

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)

Brystasia didn’t know where the inn was when she left the temple of Sune but she had no trouble finding someone to escort her when she asked him on the street. Smiling appreciatively at her escort, who looked more than a little confused as to why Lady Purelove would go to such a place on her own, Brystasia walked into the inn without a second thought.

Glancing over her shoulder with typical charming smile she graciously dismissed her escort “Thank you, Tallion, wasn’t it? I can handle it from here.”

The young man gulped once but finally manages to make a nod and grudgingly departs in a why that suggests he has no real desire to leave her.

If Brystasia noted such a thing she gives no outwardly sign as she gracefully approaches the barkeep and owner presenting another one of her famous smiles, “Yes, I’m looking for two of your guests. The first one is male with dark eyes and dark hair, rather thin, but of average height.” She looks apologetic as she continues, “He might have come off as rather condensing. The other was a female elf very fit and trim with light hair and light eyes and she would be all business but might seems out of place, can you help me any?”

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

If Brystasia noted such a thing she gives no outwardly sign as she gracefully approaches the barkeep and owner presenting another one of her famous smiles, “Yes, I’m looking for two of your guests. The first one is male with dark eyes and dark hair, rather thin, but of average height.” She looks apologetic as she continues, “He might have come off as rather condensing. The other was a female elf very fit and trim with light hair and light eyes and she would be all business but might seems out of place, can you help me any?”

The owner gives Brystasia the room numbers.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)

With an appreciation smile Brystasia turns from the innkeeper and heads for Sandorel’s room and once there she nervously wipes her damp palms on her dress before knocking softly.

 

[Serpenteye]

Sandorel is gazing into the fire, meditating on the nature of reality and annihilation. It had taken some getting used to, but at last he had grown accustomed to his new-found power. The strength of His mere precense was no longer radiating wildly, but kept under tight but effortless control.

He turns towards the door a moment before Brystasia's knock and says in a strong voice. "Brystasia, enter."
When she sees him she can feel his charisma like the sun eclipsed by the moon, no longer too bright to look at.

ooc: I'm making a wild unfounded assumption that Sandorel can choose to appear less charismatic than he really is, possibly requiring a Will save to do so. His effective charisma for social interaction right now is 40. High enough to be attractive, but not enough to force all women he meet to jump him.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

ooc: I'm making a wild unfounded assumption that Sandorel can choose to appear less charismatic than he really is, possibly requiring a Will save to do so. His effective charisma for social interaction right now is 40. High enough to be attractive, but not enough to force all women he meet to jump him.

Perfectly reasonable to me, but it's not so much a reduction in the charisma as in how much is projected. He simply doesn't look people in the eye, doesn't raise his voice, and otherwise avoids anything that would bring the full force of his personality to bear.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)

Brystasia’s brow creases in confusion as she stairs in wonder how he could have possibly heard her approach but she tries to hide her anxiety as she enters the room. Brystasia bites her lip as she sees how awe inspiring Sandorel looks while he sets next to the fire but she know longer feels the uncontrollable dizzy feelings she was experience before.

She takes a few more steps and then stops not really sure how to proceed but after a meek smile she replies, “You left the temple in haste and without saying good bye... why? If my actions where offensive I would have apologized, and I do so now…”

The pleading look in her eyes gives little doubt to her sincerity.

OOC: I agree not that it matters. As of note I don’t see her having anymore issues, or at least ones she cannot control, if he does turn it up a notch or two.

 

[Serpenteye]

She takes a few more steps and then stops not really sure how to proceed but after a meek smile she replies, “You left the temple in haste and without saying good bye... why? If my actions where offensive I would have apologized, and I do so now…”

The pleading look in her eyes gives little doubt to her sincerity.

Seeing her again did still light a fire in his heart. But the passion was muted, disected, controlled by an insight that transcended mere emotion. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant sensation and he allowed himself to dwell on it for a moment. His smile was introverted and would have seemed cold, had he allowed it to.
"Don't appologize, there is no reason. I am as much to blame as yourself, I became too strong too fast to easily adapt to it. I had little alternative but to leave, my reasons are my own but I no longer saw the need to corrupt the church of Sune with my presence. Matters have changed, and they have prompted new insights.
Most importantly, perhaps; Conan was lost in Undermountain, in every sense of the word. His artifact sword believe he was taken to the Abyss, and that his soul was torn from his body. The reasons, beside from the obvious ones, are unknown."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Bryastasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt:Holy Warrior/Rogue)

Brystasia looks horrified, “What?” How did this happen? We must rescue him!”

OOC: I really thought I had something longer in mind for my reply but I forgot it if I ever did...

 

[Serpenteye]

Brystasia looks horrified, “What?” How did this happen? We must rescue him!”

Sandorel shrugs apologetically. "He went alone into an unknown danger with only his sword and his strength to protect him. I don't know how he failed, but I should have foreseen that he would.

I have prepared some spells that might help us find him. In fact I was just about to begin casting when you arrived. You are welcome to stay while I make my inquiries."