Brave New Planes

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia looks at him with sympathy, “If you mean them, then you know of the powerful spell that binds them to do this. If you are referring to me, I have as much of an obligation to them as that spell is no less a prison as your chamber.”

She pauses as she finds something to sit upon as the effects of exhaustion is leaving her slightly weak, “As for your imprisonment, we are removing you from one prison and if you were wrongfully imprisoned then this new prison could only temporary.” She stops speaking her thoughts, But your ego just lead to your attack on us and I must wonder what else your ego has caused you to do.

After giving her answer she stats her question, “Can you think of a reason why this “seer” would want you,” she stops thinking of the seer’s words, “or something you have?”

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian pins the Giant-sized spell caster and tells the spell caster that he will release him, but only foreswears destroying the angel.

The wizard's strength is impressive for a spell caster, but he obviously knows nothing about wrestling. Even one as strong and as large as him will never break this hold.

Then the spell caster speaks a word. All of a suddent the spell caster is a blur, a ghost that shoots out of the Cimmerian's hold and out of sight.

By the time the Cimmerian can turn around, the Angel is in manacles and a smirking giant spellcaster is shaking dust off his robes.

The Cimmerian relaxes his anger as the fight is obviously over and mutters something under his breath about witches and broomsticks.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

After giving her answer she stats her question, “Can you think of a reason why this “seer” would want you,” she stops thinking of the seer’s words, “or something you have?”

"I have nothing. My flail, bow and chariot were stripped from me; I have nothing in this place save some pieces of furniture. My knowledge is great, but much may have passed to render it meaningless."

 

[Serpenteye]

Though the answer is quickly reviled to be a smirking Sandorel.

ooc:
Was that a pun or a freudian slip?

Brystasia gives him a furious look at the comment about the angel and faith but says nothing as she nods to him while looking around the barren chamber, “Yes, their seems nothing more here than him and us, but the seer did say he possessed something he wanted. Maybe we can find it.”

Sandorel's heart stutters for the briefest of moments when she looks at him in condemnation, but then he shakes himself inwardly and answers in his usual smooth voice.
"Whatever he wants I want to deny it to him. We are under no binding command to give him this item, if he wants it he will have to pay for it dearly."

Sandorel walks trough the room, opening drawers and knocking on walls. He doesn't really expect to find anything of value. Prisoners are rarely allowed to take valuables into captivity. Unless his captor doesn't know... Yes, what better place would there be than inside the prisoner's own flesh? A regenerating creature or one with acess to healing magics could easily place an item in a deep wound before it closes. The powerful magical auras of an angel might disguise all but the most potent of items from detection with the usual means. The possibility is distasteful, but can we really afford to ignore it? Hmm, let's exhaust our other options before I broach the subject.

ooc: +12 to spot and search.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia nods her head at the now pathetic looking angel, I doubt it’s a quest. and her thoughts turn to worry, I hope its not some sort of ritual or sacrifice.

Feeling guilty and unsure want to say she gets up, “I’ll check on you later, okay?” She walks off before he can respond.

She had heard Vilya speaking early but didn’t want to interrupt her talk with the angel and now see found herself answer her question, “It possible, but time flows differently and much quicker in their plane. We have no idea if they got bored and left or if they’ve amassed an army while we where gone. Hopefully they didn’t realize that the portal was the only way out of here. Besides we our going to need to rest before we leave at least if everyone is as tried as I look.” She gives a weak smile at her own joke and excuses herself.

Her thoughts turn to the chamber wondering if there was anything of value.

OOC: untrained spot and search checks (+2 Wis)

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Her thoughts turn to the chamber wondering if there was anything of value.

OOC: untrained spot and search checks (+2 Wis)

The chamber is empty, and now appears aged, as if it hasn't been maintained in a millenium.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia own search of the chamber find finds Sandorel's and herself in the same corner of the dark and oppressive camber.

Holding up empty hands to declare her own feeble attempts she asks him, “So have you had any luck?”

 

[Serpenteye]

Brystasia own search of the chamber find finds Sandorel's and herself in the same corner of the dark and oppressive camber.

Holding up empty hands to declare her own feeble attempts she asks him, “So have you had any luck?”

"I'm afraid not. Either our summoner wants a basic item of clothing or furniture, or he has been lying to us." He shakes his head almost appologetically.
"There is one other option, though. What the seer wants could be hidden inside Abd-Ratep's body, lodged in a bodily cavity or a healed wound, or it might be a part of his body or soul. The Angel might have wanted to hide the artefact from his captor, and even a god might overlook that so very mundane possibility in favour of more ephemeral methods. Perhaps we should investigate..., or wait until we have completed our quest and the possibility that our 'master' will do it for us."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia listens to Sandorel with a morbid look on her face unsure of what to say her reply comes broken, “Ahh well, that’s a possibility… Not one I had thought to consider… but a possibility nevertheless. I myself had thought that of a ritual and or sacrifice involving Abd-Raten but I’m really uncertain what to think. I do believe that this seer could care less about the angel, or us and that his own true concern is himself and that “lady” he mentioned.”

Not really wanting to talk about it any longer Brystasia gives him an apologetic smile, “Sandorel, I feel the need to apologize to you. It was your actions that saved us from a potential nightmare and I had no right to give you such ugly look. Its just I don’t see the need to provoke Abd-Raten. I don’t think he is mental stable and provoking him just seems so cruel. I don’t want to tell you how to act around him as I said I just wanted to apologize and tell you my side of it.” She blushes slightly at the ungraceful attempt, “Anyhow I hope you will except my apology?”

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian approaches the Angel while the others search.

"Well, while these others loot your quarters, let the two of us talk of far more important matters.

"You have not answered my earlier question. Are you interested in waging war against the Minions of Set in the Dark Land of Stygia? In that dark land, the followers of the Sun God were long ago defeated, and only the servants of Set now live."