Brave New Planes

[Dalamar]

"I guess you're right. And I really appreciate your understanding."
Vilya gives a genuine smile of appreciation to Brystasia. While she would rather be at the desert fighting against the bulette alongside her pack, the planes don't seem like such a threatening place when you know that there's somebody who looks after you.
"But I think now would be the time for us to rest, especially since the rest of you got hit by that attack of the angel's."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia lets the illusions down allowing for her tiredness to show through with a weak smile, “I think it’s past time myself but I wanted to check upon you first.”

 

[Endur]

Before Brystasia and Vilya go to sleep, the handsome barbarian with the sculpted muscles and long dark hair walks over to join the two lovely ladies.

Looking at Vilya, he says,

"You remind me of Belit, Queen of the Black Coast. She was slender, yet formed like a goddess: at once lithe and voluptuous. Her only garment was a broad silken girdle. Her rich black hair, black as a Stygian night, fell in rippling burnished clusters down her supple back. She was as untamed as a desert wind, supple and dangerous as a she-panther."

Turning to Brystasia, he says,
"And you, are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. More beautiful than even the eternal Princess Akivasha, the daughter of Tuthamon of ancient Luxor, who chose Darkness as a lover and cheated Death for over 10,000 years. "

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia long accustomed to complements still finds taken back by the barbarian and his flattering words but she still manages a reply while she blushes, “hopefully younger looking too.”

As Brystasia finds herself looking at the man before her she can’t help but study him with more than a curious look in her eye and a large smile upon her face, “So, sire, you do talk. Does this mean you also have a name?”

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian responds,
"I am a mercenary of the free companies. I was riding for Argos I was drawn to this place beyond the known world. What matter names?"

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia doesn’t show a reach other than her smile, “Names help define us and they also help others to define us. Besides I have to be able to call you something right?”

 

[Endur]

"By Crom! I am a Cimmerian and I live by the Sword's edge. That is enough."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia frowns not really liking the answer and felling slightly uncomfortable as the Cimmerian shouts and looms over them. She stands up her back sliding up the wall given the Cimmerian all the room that she can, “Easy, I didn’t meant to imply you weren’t …” She can’t help but study his body one more time, “well defined. I’m just trying to get to know you better… So are you only called the Cimmerian? I heard you earlier talking of your kingship, what did your subjects call you?” She smiles hoping it will place him at ease.

 

[Dalamar]

"My, my... It seems you don't speak too much, but you choose your words wisely."
While Vilya isn't excactly unaccustomed to being complimented, this is the first time she has been compared to a goddess.
The slender elf unshoulders her backpack and unrolls her bedroll, getting ready to sleep.

 

[Endur]

With the brevity of years of rulership, the Cimmerian responds, "They called me King Con..."

He stops himself in mid-syllable almost as if he realized he was saying words he did not intend to reveal. Correcting himself, he continues.

"They called me King and Conquerer and by many other names was I known."