Brave New Planes

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia her face creased in a frustrated frown shakes her head in frustration, This is helpless.

She turns and heads over to the angel one more time. Holding the crook, and key, so that he can seem them clearly, “Does this symbolize anything in your order?”

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Brystasia her face creased in a frustrated frown shakes her head in frustration, This is helpless.

She turns and heads over to the angel one more time. Holding the crook, and key, so that he can seem them clearly, “Does this symbolize anything in your order?”

"Of course. The crook and flail are the symbols of rulership."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia continue her questions, “Do they symbolize rulership together or do they both symbolize different aspects of rulership?” Her turquoise blue eyes dart around looking for a flail or symbol of a flail in the chamber while she waits his answer.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Brystasia continue her questions, “Do they symbolize rulership together or do they both symbolize different aspects of rulership?” Her turquoise blue eyes dart around looking for a flail or symbol of a flail in the chamber while she waits his answer.

"That's not a debate I've found much interest in. It was decreed that they be symbols of rulership, and so they are."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia lifts one eyebrow as she gives a questioning look, How can one fit for something but not know it’s exact and very nature. “If you had this key and you where unbound could you get out of here?” Her face does not waver as a look of pure serious is upon it.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Brystasia lifts one eyebrow as she gives a questioning look, How can one fit for something but not know it’s exact and very nature. “If you had this key and you where unbound could you get out of here?” Her face does not waver as a look of pure serious is upon it.

"I? No. This prison confines my power. I suspect, though, that your magus could handle such a transportation."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia tries not to look embarrassed; “I would assume that this place would be warded against that but maybe your captures over looked something so simple…”

She stands without saying more and heads for Sandorel stopping short of interrupting him while he meditates knowing, Even a godless cleric has his own ceremonies, rituals, and dogma he must observe and as callus as he tries to be I know he wouldn’t interrupt me and I shall not interrupt him. Besides maybe he’s trying to find his faith. She smiles largely at her own joke but remains quite and motionless.

She waits for as long as needed and when he finally acknowledges her she responds with an apologetic smile, “Sandorel, I’m truly sorry to interrupt but I believe it is time to contemplate our next move. I know your wanting to find the object that the Seer wants but I’m uncertain how the others will respond to hurting the angel. The Cimmerian is a complete wildcard but I suspect that he will object the most. The rather quite one, Rynin, is unknown to us but I’ve meet many of his type and I suspect he’ll fight against you and blood is almost always thicker than water so I imagine that Kelnar will also. The nature of Antillus is beyond us to comprehend and I will not even fathom a guess. That leaves Vilya and I. Vilya if I judge her right wants nothing more to go home to her people and any delays will be frowned upon.”

She looks very apologetic as she continues, “Me? I want the Seer to know that trying to violate me, or others will not be tolerated but I cannot allow you to harm the angel unduly. That’s the same reason why I allowed the Seer to command me; I couldn’t let him to harm the rest of you unduly. I suspect your magic is what will allow us to leave here so you do have a powerful bargaining chip. I would rather it not come down to that and hopefully having your own free will taken from you of late will cause you to not even consider that as a possibility.”

She stops for a second wondering what could possibility be going through his mind, “I can think of two solutions that could resolve this and have both sides happy. If your magic can take us from this chamber can it not take us to a place where the angel can be inspected with out him being harmed?”


She pauses just long enough for him to contempt her words, “The other is to have Abd-Raten agree to it.”

 

[Serpenteye]

Unfocused power courses trough his soul. Power born of faith, his own creation. He reaches out, placing his hands within that river of light and draws them out again, holding a perfectly sculpted crystal. Over and over he repeats the symbolic ritual in his mind, forming and affixing spell after spell in their proper place. The river is calm once again. Slowly it gathers new force in preparation for the next ritual.

Heartbeats. The sound of conversation. The light whisper of approaching steps.

He opens his eyes, they find Brystasia's gaze and answer it with a smile. "I despair for this day, for it can not end as well as it has begun. Only the death of a god could match the beauty I see in your eyes."

She waits for as long as needed and when he finally acknowledges her she responds with an apologetic smile,

He straightens his back as she speaks until they face each others on the same level, even though he's sitting down. As he listens to her he contemplates once again what a great addition she would make to the cause, and just how dangerous she is on the other side.
How can someone with such a powerful personality surrender themselves so completely to the will of another being, god or not? How could she not find herself worthy of her own worship? Ahh, what a sight she would be, spreading the word of freedom to the masses. How weak would not our enemies seem in the face of her glory? What a waste.

When she is done he answers her, his voice thoughtful and sincere.

"I understand, and during my meditations I have come to agree with your position. I am not an unreasonable man, nor am I cruel, and I will not use my power to force your compliance. What we need most of all, to be able to defeat our enemy, is unity. There must be no hatred between us, no anger and resentment, wether or not we decide to avenge our wounded pride on our enslaver.
The angel will not agree to any such request from us. He cannot be reasoned with in his current state, and even if he was not insane his pride would still be a formidable impediment. The use of force is impossible, and thus also a disecction."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia smiles and blushes slightly as she acknowledges the compliment and his greeting, Interesting group, at least their compliment are unique if only slightly morbid. “It’s good to see you to Sandorel and If that’s the case I’ll have to strive to be by your side when the day is over and night is upon us.”

Brystasia listens intently and she finds herself enjoying Sandorel’s presence just as much this morning as she did during the debate, “I agree theirs no easy and right thing to do in this case and asking the others a group will not change their individual opinions and might even strengthen them. We could see if we can figure out how to release the angel Abd-Raten from his chains but I can not see how releasing a zealous and mad angel upon the Seer would do us any good. If he can contain him theirs no lesson to be learned and if he can’t what did we releases upon the planes? I still hope that the Seer isn’t over stepping his powers on this.”

Realizing she rambling she smiles and looks downward, “I did not mean to lecture you Sandorel. I know you have a grasp upon the situation at hand and maybe you even have a better one than I. So what can we do? Is their any side route we can take on our way back to the Seer than can gives us any answers?”

 

[Serpenteye]

Brystasia smiles and blushes slightly as she acknowledges the compliment and his greeting, “It’s good to see you to Sandorel and If that’s the case I’ll have to strive to be by your side when the day is over and night is upon us.”[/COLOR]

He grins suddenly, then smiles in playful flirtation. "You make me long for nightfall." He glances around the room."Far away from this place."

Brystasia listens intently and she finds herself enjoying Sandorel’s presence just as much this morning as she did during the debate, “I agree theirs no easy and right thing to do in this case and asking the others a group will not change their individual opinions and might even strengthen them. We could see if we can figure out how to release the angel Abd-Raten from his chains but I can not see how releasing a zealous and mad angel upon the Seer would do us any good. If he can contain him theirs no lesson to be learned and if he can’t what did we releases upon the planes? I still hope that the Seer isn’t over stepping his powers on this.”

"I would think that the Seer is quite a bit more powerful than our angel, we defeated one and were defeated by the other, after all. If we manage to focus the Seers attention on Abd-Raten it might buy us sufficient time to destroy our enemy. The angel will be weakened by the battle and we can easily chain him again and, if we wish it, return him to this place. I believe that he is predictable enough that, if he does manage to escape us, we will be able to track him down before he can do much harm. While we still posess the manacles Adb-Raten will be managable."

Realizing she rambling she smiles and looks downward, “I did not mean to lecture you Sandorel. I know you have a grasp upon the situation at hand and maybe you even have a better one than I. So what can we do? Is their any side route we can take on our way back to the Seer than can gives us any answers?”

"There is not much we can do. The spell won't allow delays or detours that are not necessary parts of our quest. You are free to do as you wish, but the rest of us don't have that luxury. I know of nothing..."
He shakes his head. "I can feel it tugging on me even now."