Brave New Planes

[Dalamar]

Vilya finishes her practice, smoothly sheathing her scimitar in its scabbard. A slight sheet of sweat is covering her and she produces a small towel from her backpack to wipe the sweat away with. Done with that, she pulls her leather armor back on and starts fastening it in place.
"If the key is indeed a sign of rulership, maybe our own 'king and conqueror' can use it to unlock us from this place?"

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia smiles broadly at his flirtation, Why must we be attracted to polar opposites? Though she knows it doomed to fail she can’t help but wink and give a playful smile, “I’m shocked, usually I make others yearn for others things.”

When the subject takes turns serious so does Brystasia, “Theirs to many what if in your idea. The angel was pulling punches, we both know that and we still needed luck for it to work. If I hadn’t laid the manacles down…” She stops trying to ponder what could have happened, “It just as easy could have gone the other way. The only way to figure out how to remove the manacles would be to try and if we did succeed do you really think that he would allow us to place them on him again?”

She shakes her, “No, theirs just to much we do not know. If we had time we could figure out another plan and though I have my free will I would not leave you or the others or allow you to suffer from the spell. I see no other way but to do as the Seer ordered and we should proceed before his spell punishes you all.”

She turns at Vilya as she approaches a large smile on her face happy to see again, “Your quite good with that thing. As for your question, it’s possible but I think the angel could be right on this in that there is no way out without the use of magic. Your prisoner has no chance of escape on his own and as long as you hold the key no one can free him.”

Not wanting her words to sound hash she flashes a bright smile at her, “But if you want him to try please fill free to ask him.”

OOC: PA I commented on the spells effect and how it works. I have a Spellcraft +13 but if you feel that I would not be able to know that inform me and I will strike that comment from the record.

 

[Serpenteye]

He smiles, "You make me yearn for many things..."

"You may be right, perhaps we should just wait and see. Our vengeance against the Seer need not be immediate."

He turns, and speaks so that he can be heard by the entire group. "Once we have made the proper preparations we should return to Sigil for the completion of our quest. Simply join hands, and somebody grab the angel, and we will be back in a moment."

ooc:
Spells: Cast day one, 24-25 h duration, still active.
Status, Magic Vestment x2 (on armor and shield), Greater Magic Weapon (on heavy mace), Persistent Divine Favor, Persistent Death Ward, Persistent Divine Power, Persistent Righteous Might.

HP: 182(102+80 (con 18)
AC: 33 (21+4+4+4-1)
BaB: 20 (Divine Power)
Attacks:+37/+32/+27/+22 (+20(Divine Power)+6(str22)+5(GMW)+6(Divine Favor))
Damage:2d6+17 (2d6(large Heavy Mace)+6(str22)(8+6(Divine Power)+8(Righteous Might))+5(GMW)+6(Divine Favor))
Reach: 10'
Damage reduction 15/evil

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Spells to be cast before we return to the Seer.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia leaves his last comment unanswered not surprised in the least at the answer but not wanting to acknowledge it. Instead the serious look comes over her, "Agreed, we can make amends with him later." She then turns and walks off together her few belongings she does not already have with her.

She stops by the angel, “Please stand Angel Abd-Raten. Hopefully with Sune’s blessing and love today will be the first day of your new life.”

Finished with that she walks back over to Sandorel’s side and places one of her delicate hands into his and awaits the others…

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian spent the night drifting in sleep. Careful to make sure that the insulting giant did not threaten the women during the night.

The winged angel has referred to the giant as a 'Magus'. The Cimmerian had known there was something in his voice that he had not liked. The Giant lacked the overt evil of Thoth-Amon and the subtle trickery of the Seer, but still there was something of great arrogance in his voice.

During his spare time, he studied the shackles that bound the angel. If the Seer betrayed them, their only chance of survival might be to free the angel from his shackles. When the time came, he would have to be prepared to shatter the manacles with a solid blow from his sword.

 

[Dalamar]

"I appreciate your compliments, Brystasia. Of course, I would be quite amazed if I didn't show any skill with the weapon after having spent many a year training with it."
Vilya joins hands with whomever are closest to her.

 

[Velenne]

From the rear of the group, always nearest to their charge, is the Hunter. Antillis rarely speaks, having little sense for diplomacy or idle chatter amongst its clansmen who regard it among the greatest of their number to have ever lived.

It rests little. And when it does, one can scarcely notice a difference in the creature's demeanor. The peculiar, alien mask conceals all.

Yet when the time comes, Antillis is alert and nimble.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia smiles broadly at the elven lady as she takes her hand, “Honestly your quite amazing and you show more than just a little talent.”

She smiles reassuringly to each hero as they come to the circle and join hands. Bowing her head she whispers a quite prayer to Sune asking for her guidance and protection not for her, but for her new friends.

 

[Serpenteye]

Sandorel is rather enjoying standing around holding hands with Brystasia, but soon the moment starts to feel a bit akward. He smiles apologetically to Bry, and continues waiting for the others to come closer.


ooc: Gate the group +angel to positions encircling the Seer's last known
position by 5 feet, when everyone is ready.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Sandorel is rather enjoying standing around holding hands with Brystasia, but soon the moment starts to feel a bit akward. He smiles apologetically to Bry, and continues waiting for the others to come closer.


ooc: Gate the group +angel to positions encircling the Seer's last known
position by 5 feet, when everyone is ready.

Sandorel begins chanting, and a swirling disk opens beneath the group. All feel a brief falling sensation as the disk seems to sweep upwards. Around you is now the room in which the Seer summoned you; the dais is empty. At each of the two entrances into the room stands a hideous figure. They are nine feet in height, with great spreading wings, vicious talons, and heads reminiscent of an extremely carnivorous, scaled bat. One has a hide like a mirror, while the other's is jet black. The black-scaled one calls out something in a hideous tongue.

For those who speak Infernal:

Spoiler

Master! They have arrived, with the captive!

They make no move to attack, but watch you intently.