Brave New Planes

[Endur]

The Cimmerian attempts to open the door.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian attempts to open the door.

The Cimmerian bunches his muscles, heaving mightily at the door, and barely manages to catch himself gracefully when the door swings open as easily as if it were wood; evidently it has been well counterweighted. Within is a chamber of almost offensive opulence. The walls and floor are marble, covered in a myriad of rich rugs. The room is lit by a pair of incredibly elaborate candelabras, showing a scantily clad couple dancing, the candles mounted on their branching antlers. A four-poster bed occupies a large chunk of the room, the quilt on it a riot of orange and red feathers. A green wyrmling sprawls catlike in front of a fireplace; it takes a moment to realize that it is a statue, exquisitely carved of a single piece of malachite and its glittering green eyes star emeralds. A 6 foot tall soapstone carving of a staircase occupies one corner of the room; tiny human figures appear to be battling on it. An elaborate chess set sits atop a small desk; the white figures are quartz beastmen, while black's forces are strange, draconic figures made from obsidian. A pair of waist-high vases show blue dragons in flight; the detail work is mithral, inlaid into dragonhorn. On a wooden stand next to the bed lies a jade ewer and an hourglass filled with strangely gleaming sand. A divan of crystal, upholstered in rich red satin, reclines in the middle of the room, offering a clear view of a marble display case, filled with skillfully illuminated manuscripts. A suit of black, clawed armor is propped against one wall, and an obsidian tiara too large for it rests loosely on its head. A sword of pinks and indigoes is chained securely to the wall above it. An adamant chest serves as a table for a glass statue, of two winged creatures much like pixies in a formal dance. On an oak desk, amidst scattered papers, is a chest of a vibrantly golden wood, with a brass crank on the side.

Clearly, the Seer's wealth far exceeded his fashion sense.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia beams a smile and all within a few feet of her can her a soft excited giggle, “I believe that the tapestries are only a portion of the Seer’s wealth and our rewards.”

She turns to Sandorel a huge grin on her face but her voice carries a slight questioning tone, “Hopefuly now we can stop the bickering and can celebrate like the civilized man and woman that we are”

She motions for the other to wait a second, “Please let me go first, it still might not be safe but my faith will protect me.”

OOC: Is Brystasia’s detect magic still working?

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Brystasia beams a smile and all within a few feet of her can her a soft excited giggle, “I believe that the tapestries are only a portion of the Seer’s wealth and our rewards.”

She turns to Sandorel a huge grin on her face but her voice carries a slight questioning tone, “Hopefuly now we can stop the bickering and can celebrate like the civilized man and woman that we are”

She motions for the other to wait a second, “Please let me go first, it still might not be safe but my faith will protect me.”

OOC: Is Brystasia’s detect magic still working?

Yep. The sword and armor are magical. The rest is just expensive.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia steps through the threshold scanning the room for any objects glowing with the tell tale signs of magic. Her breath sticks as she reports her findings, “Theirs really not that magic in here and most of it’s mundane but theirs really some exquisite pieces in here.”

Her voice trails off in awe, as she seems to lose track of the fact that she has companions. She runs her delicate fingers over various objects and statues as if she’s looking to see how much dust had accumulated upon them. She final makes her way over to the obsidian tiara where she picks it up. She carefully judges the size of it before she slips it upon her head. She scans the room hoping to find a mirror to see how it looks but either way she quickly grows tried of that game.

She grins wickedly as her hands slides over the smooth bed and she mummers softly as she gracefully slides across the bed lying down in the process, “Do you realize how long it’s been since I’ve slept on something this soft and lushes?”

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Brystasia steps through the threshold scanning the room for any objects glowing with the tell tale signs of magic. Her breath sticks as she reports her findings, “Theirs really not that magic in here and most of it’s mundane but theirs really some exquisite pieces in here.”

Her voice trails off in awe, as she seems to lose track of the fact that she has companions. She runes her delicate fingers over various objects and statues as if she’s looking to see how much dust had accumulated upon them. She final makes her way over to the obsidian tiara where she picks it up. She carefully judges the size of it before she slips it upon her head. She scans the room hoping to find a mirror to see how it looks but either way she quickly grows tried of that game.

She grins wickedly as her hands slides over the smooth bed and she mummers softly as she gracefully slides across the bed lying down in the process, “Do you realize how long it’s been since I’ve slept on something this soft and lushes?”

OOC: The tiara is much too large for her; it is sized for a giant or ogre.

As Brystasia settles onto the bed, she realizes with a start that the feathered quilt is made from the primaries and down of a phoenix.

 

[Serpenteye]

Sandorel enters the room but stops suddenly, stricken by the shear gaudiness of it all. A second look brings a sharp inhalation as he realises how immensely valuable all this must be. He had often despaired at the monstrous expenses it would require to begin to master trancendental magics and take the logical step into the future. Riches that could feed a large nation destroyed for the creation of a single spell... Suddenly that no longer seemed so impossible.

He grins at Brystasia, his instinctual wariness overcome by the sudden elation of the moment. But at the same time can't help but wonder if her church could really afford to pay for all this treasure.

He walks deeper into the room, letting his gaze linger on some of the more tasteful creations. Then he finds his attention drawn to the manuscripts. After carefully wiping his hands clean on his cloak he opens the display case and gently begins to leaf trough the tomes.

She grins wickedly as her hands slides over the smooth bed and she mummers softly as she gracefully slides across the bed lying down in the process, “Do you realize how long it’s been since I’ve slept on something this soft and lushes?”

He doesn't turn to look at her, but an unvoluntary frown comes over his features as he takes the mental leap from Brystasia sleeping in the Seer's bed to her sleeping with the Seer. A foolish association, and he quickly shunts the disturbing image out of his mind and concentrates once again on the books.

 

[Dalamar]

"The chamber holds would seem to hold enough valuables for one to buy their own kingdom", Vilya says astonished.
She goes to inspect the statue of a green dragon, marveling at the detail.
"This is a green dragon, isn't it? I've never seen one before. I once saw a brass dragon fly high overhead, and there were also the red ones we saw earlier. It looks beautiful in its own way...

 

[Velenne]

Antillis gives the room a cursory look from outside. Over its centuries of life, the creature has managed to attain nearly every tactical advantage its mind could uncover. Now with a handful of powerful allies, it cannot imagine a Prey capable of overpowering them. The treasures, therefore, hold no interest to it.

What the Hunter does value is trophies. However, it only earned one on this trip and means to keep it. It strides quietly (quite a feat considering its girth) back to where the mirror-skinned demon lies. Moments later, a frustrated roar comes back down as it sees the creature has disappeared.

Antillis stalks back and stands with its two pairs of arms crossed, denied even a single trophy or reward for this ordeal. It was even denied the sweetness of feeling the Seer's flesh beneath its claws, a proper vengeance served, and so will claim no trophy there.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Antillis gives the room a cursory look from outside. Over its centuries of life, the creature has managed to attain nearly every tactical advantage its mind could uncover. Now with a handful of powerful allies, it cannot imagine a Prey capable of overpowering them. The treasures, therefore, hold no interest to it.

What the Hunter does value is trophies. However, it only earned one on this trip and means to keep it. It strides quietly (quite a feat considering its girth) back to where the mirror-skinned demon lies. Moments later, sickening noises travel back down to the Seer's room and are followed by a tremendous roar of victory. Antillis returns with a swagger in its step and the head and spinal column of the mirror-skinned demon it savaged held in its upper-left claw.

OOC: Actually, I'm afraid that the demon is no longer present. It has disappeared, save for splashes of ichor.

Sandorel, the manuscripts are religious texts of a hundred different churches, each lavishly illuminated.