The Psionicle, Part X

[GnomeWorks]

OoC: So, are we counting the cash, or doing something else...?

 

[Zhure]

Waiting for the cash count to finish and then ready to travel. Osius plans on equipping away from this city, so as to leave as few clues as possible as to their destination.

 

[Creamsteak]

Animus will rejoin the party, having spent ample time aggrivating himself. While he was away he spent a great deal of time looking for any of Jirlai's informants as best his feeble coersion skills could. When he comes back to the group, he looks unkempt, though he has kept his hair short and his face clean. Perhaps he may look significantly thinner than before.

Using Missive a few times,
"Sorry, everyone. I was not patient with you." Animus pauses, then looks up, "You are continuing on that quest, I suppose?" He grabs at his sword, stowed on his left side, "You can still trust me. Though I have become ill."

 

[Zhure]

Osius

"I'm sorry to hear of your illness my friend. Have you seen a cleric about it?" Osius asks Animus.

 

[Jarval]

Jansson looks up from counting the piles of coins in front of him to Animus and Osius.

"Aye, we shall be visiting the temple to check on Shardorn. Perhaps one of Rashida's clergy can cure your illness. Oh, and we'll be going to the Lost Isle, so you might want to buy yourself some warm clothes. On a positive note, we're rich." He grins widely as he makes another stack of coins, pushing them to one side as he counts.

 

[Creamsteak]

Animus will ponder for a second how to react to such offers, then replies to his friends, "My illness is caused by having my soul ripped from my body, then abruptly replaced. I do not wish to deal with any more magic for the time being."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Jansson - your final count of the coins is 318 pieces of platinum.

 

[Dalamar]

"That's a small fortune. Should we invest a sizable part of it on psionical, or magical if somebody would want those, supplies?"

 

[Jarval]

"I am happy to turn such duties over to you, my friend." Jansson sounds a little intimidated by the sheer amount of money in front of him. "I've rarely had more than a dozen gold weighting my money pouch, and I've never seen wealth approaching this magnitude. Spend or save it as you think prudent."

 

[Dalamar]

"Well I'd say that we could get psionic protection from cold, making the acquiring of warmer clothing unnecessary and also amounting to protection to possible cold-using predators of the area."