Brave New Planes

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia smiles knowingly at the large man, “I see it’s a matter of trust. It’s your choice and I respect that and I giving enough time hope to earn your trust. Do know that I you have my real name and that you have my trust and will continue to do so in till you show me other wise.”

She turns her head seeing the elven maiden unpacking and making her bed, “I believe that Vilya is correct. That spell will not allow you to dally long and we need to recover from our fight." Giving a playful but charming smile she continues, "If the king and conqueror will excuse me I will be doing the same.”

While looking at Vilya Brystasia contemplates pulling out her own sleeping gear but decides that being ready for action is more important. She unclasp her cloak, though her boots would keep her from getting cold Brystasia had never really gotten past the habit of using a blanket and her cloak was now going to perform that function. She quietly beds down next to Vilya and uses her quiver as a makeshift pillow. Brystasia was fast asleep before she realized it.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

~Later~

Brystasia wakes up to the world that’s full of a brilliant silvery blonde color and not much else but this is hardly a surprise and with simple comb over with her delicate fingers her own hair is removed from her face and she can see the dark and drank chamber again…

She set ups leaning on her side and one arm while she takes in the scene, Not much, if anything has changed… I wonder how long I slept.

Seeing Vilya asleep by her side she debates rather or not to wake to elven maiden but she finial does. Brystasia touches her shoulder and whispers quietly to her. Her voice carries more joy and sunshine then she honestly feels, “Vilya, dear you need to wake up now… We have much to do before the day is finished.”

She doesn’t wait for a reply knowing that it will take the elven woman just as long to wake up as her and that no one wants to be rushed. She takes the time to release her hair from it’s bindings knowing that it will never look right till its redone. Her slivery blonde lockets cascades all the way down her lower back before she starts to tuck it here and there and finally traps it back into place with various hairpins, hairclips and the phylactery that rests upon her forehead.

She stands and takes one quick look around to make sure that nothing had changed before heading over to Antillus and the Angel. She nods her head in greeting to the hunter before she turns to address the angel, “Abd-Raten, when you where cast in here did your punishers come in with you? If so how did they leave?”

 

[Dalamar]

At first Vilya feels disoriented due to the the lack of extrame temperatures as she wakes up, but the happening of the previous day quickly catch up. She stretches her arms as she sits up and starts collecting her bedroll.
When done with it, she undons her armor and unsheathes her blade. She starts going through a series of moves, her practice looking more like a dance than a fighting technique at times.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

“Abd-Raten, when you where cast in here did your punishers come in with you? If so how did they leave?”

"The prison was built around me by the word of Horus-Re himself. I know not how to leave, for I did not know how this place was entered. The key, though, may hold some clue."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia nods her head thankfully at the angel even though she had already thought of it, “Maybe it does.”

She pulls the key out and studies it. She concentrates upon the key and the idea of leaving the prison curious as to see if it works just like it did for their arrival.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Brystasia nods her head thankfully at the angel even though she had already thought of it, “Maybe it does.”

She pulls the key out and studies it. She concentrates upon the key and the idea of leaving the prison curious as to see if it works just like it did for their arrival.

The key does absolutely nothing.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia sighs, Well that would have been to easy anyhow. She studies the key's shape and design.

OOC: What does it appear to be made off, does it look like a normal key or is the word key used pretty loosely?

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Brystasia sighs, Well that would have been to easy anyhow. She studies the key's shape and design.

OOC: What does it appear to be made off, does it look like a normal key or is the word key used pretty loosely?

It's a crook, like the last 1 1/2 feet of a shepherd's staff, but extremely stylized, and made of some silvery metal with which you are entirely unfamiliar.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia contemplates the key some and the decided that maybe theirs a lever it releases, though she highly doubts the lock to be mechanical, and she proceeds to look for a hole or a slot that the key will fit into either in the walls, ceiling, or floor.

OOC: Untrained spot, search checks, if anyone asks her what she is doing she will inform them. I know we did searches before but I’m not quite sure what else to try right now.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Brystasia contemplates the key some and the decided that maybe theirs a lever it releases, though she highly doubts the lock to be mechanical, and she proceeds to look for a hole or a slot that the key will fit into either in the walls, ceiling, or floor.

OOC: Untrained spot, search checks, if anyone asks her what she is doing she will inform them. I know we did searches before but I’m not quite sure what else to try right now.

Nothing after half an hour.