Brave New Planes

[Serpenteye]

[all within portal]

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Suddenly, though, he stops, his face moving from despairing laughter to faint hope. "Unless . . . You have the key? Could it be? After these long years, am I to be free again?"

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"We are here, are we not? How do you think we entered this prison? We have the means to release you, but we have one condition for doing so." He turns to the beautiful woman by his side. "Brystasia?"

ooc: the manacles.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia had been studying the angel quietly and with some sadness wondering, How could a sentient being handle the lack of contact for over a millennium?

Though she had been listing to the conversation it still takes her a second to focus with the mention of her name. She pulls the manacles from her backpack with out looking in it and steps closer to the angel allowing him to see them.

Her face is stern and commanding, masking the sympathy she feels for the angel, as she starts to speak, “Unfortunately, Abd-Raten, if you want to leave this prison you will be required to wear these.”

If the Angel has no objection she will move over and place the manacles on him but first she will tell him to kneel down.

OOC: Are these manacles meant to bind in front or behind the body? Also what body parts? Arms? Feet? Wings?

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

[Inside the prison]

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Brystasia had been studying the angel quietly and with some sadness wondering, How could a sentient being handle the lack of contact for over a millennium?

Though she had been listing to the conversation it still takes her a second to focus with the mention of her name. She pulls the manacles from her backpack with out looking in it and steps closer to the angel allowing him to see them.

Her face is stern and commanding, masking the sympathy she feels for the angel, as she starts to speak, “Unfortunately, Abd-Raten, if you want to leave this prison you will be required to wear these.”

If the Angel has no objection she will move over and place the manacles on him but first she will tell him to kneel down.

OOC: Are these manacles meant to bind in front or behind the body? Also what body parts? Arms? Feet? Wings?

[All within]

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OOC: They bind the hands; they would work perfectly well in front or behind.

The giant recoils at the sight of them, affronted rather than afraid. "You claim you would free me, but seek instead to bind me further? What treachery is this?!" His wild, topaz eyes fasten on Rynin's sunburst-enblazoned armor. "You serve the Sun-God, as I do! Restrain these fools, lest I be forced to teach them their folly!"

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia face frowns up in slight anguish as she shakes the shackles to form a point, “A prison these maybe but they are less of a prison than this one of solid marble and masonry.” She moves her hand waving to the camber they are in.

“We are not here to harm you! Please don’t make this come down to bloodshed as know one wants that.”

OOC: Detect Law On the angel. Diplomacy +20

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

[Inside Prison]

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Brystasia face frowns up in slight anguish as she shakes the shackles to form a point, “A prison these maybe but they are less of a prison than this one of solid marble and masonry.” She moves her hand waving to the camber they are in.

“We are not hear to harm you! Please don’t make this come down to bloodshed as know one wants that.”

OOC: Detect Law On the angel. Diplomacy +20

[All within]

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The angel seems to consider your words, then smiles. "True, such shackles should be less confining than these walls." He holds his hands out.

[Brystasia]

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The aura of law he radiates is blinding beyond belief. You are stunned for two rounds, the force of his aura far stronger than anything you've heard of, much less seen yourself.

 

[Endur]

Something within the Cimmerian dies as the proud angel kneels to be shackled.

"We are all shackled. Our chains can not be seen, but we can feel them constantly as an alcoholic feels the desire for alcohol. We were summoned and bound by enchantments.

"We were not sent by the Sun God. A wizard who claims to wear Heaven's Tears sent us. For you possess something he desires. We tried to break his enchantments, but the chains still restrain us."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

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Something within the Cimmerian dies as the proud angel kneels to be shackled.

"We are all shackled. Our chains can not be seen, but we can feel them constantly as an alcoholic feels the desire for alcohol. We were summoned and bound by enchantments.

"We were not sent by the Sun God. A wizard who claims to wear Heaven's Tears sent us. For you possess something he desires. We tried to break his enchantments, but the chains still restrain us."

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The angel looks at each of you, seeming to gaze not upon your bodies, but your souls. His eyes grow troubled, then blaze with joy as they light upon Brystasia. "Most of you are bound too strongly for me to free, shackled as I am, but you I can free." He raises his hand, and Brystasia feels the geas shatter and fall from her like pieces of broken glass. "Now, set me free from this prison, and I can sunder all your bonds likewise. Then, we will be free to bring just retribution to those who have wronged us! The day of reckoning is at last come!" His eyes glow with what might be called a mad light, were he not such a paragon among angels.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia is overcome with dizziness right after the angels agreement to be shackled and she uses the wall to help hold herself up but as the angel starts to stare at them she pulls herself up on slightly wobbly legs and waits for him to stare at her.

Feeling the geas dispelled from her mind she nods her confirmation of the angel’s words to her companions, “It is indeed gone.”

Turning to the angel, “Angel Abd-Raten, I know your desire to leave here must be immense and I have no desire to bind your against your will.” She points to the Cimmerian as she continues, “That said you know what he has said and what binds them to this quest and though I’m free from that bondage my moral obligation to them, and you is not. My dilemma can not end without the facts. Please tell me your story and the facts that lead you here to this prison.”

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

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Turning to the angel, “Angel Abd-Raten, I know your desire to leave here must be immense and I have no desire to bind your against your will.” She points to the Cimmerian as she continues, “That said you know what he has said and what binds them to this quest and though I’m free from that bondage my moral obligation to them, and you is not. My dilemma can not end without the facts. Please tell me your story and the facts that lead you here to this prison.”

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"It is a simple one. I sought to defeat those who did evil, to protect those who did good, and to ensure that the world would be safe for the righteous. Horus-Re was weak, believing that demon-worshippers and murderers could be won over, redeemed, but I knew that those who had sold their souls to the Pit were damned, doomed to wreak evil on the innocent. I disobeyed his orders, refusing to stand idly by while corruption and the venom of Set spread through the land, poisoning the souls of his people. I found the vile blasphemers, and destroyed them, root and branch. For my actions, I was banished here." His eyes flame with zeal, too bright to look at for long, and it is clear in your minds that he speaks nothing but the truth. Yet, on all but Brystasia, the compulsion of the Seer is still strong, driving you to bind him and bring him forth.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Freed from the compulsion Brystasia looks upon the angel in a new light one filled of gratitude at being free and intrigue at the zeal that flows through him, “I’m sure your actions where noble and your banishment was unjust. Noble Abd-Raten, can you think of a reason why this “seer” would want you,” she stops thinking of the seer’s words, “or something you have?”