Brave New Planes

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia lays on her side as she studies the quilt in wonderment, “Oh my! I think this is made from a phoenix.”

She quickly and carefully slides off of the bed with a cheerful laugh, “No doubt I’m dirty so I really shouldn’t be laying here.” She giggles as she continues; “Besides it would seem wrong to lay upon in clothes on and here I am with armor on.”

She nods to Vilya, “Yes, they are a forest species of dragon and they as a beautiful as they are deadly and cruel.”

Brystasia moves over to Sandorel flashing him a huge smile as she does so. She gives him plenty of room to rummage through the manuscripts and other papers as she looks and opens the chest hoping to find jewelry, Surely the Seer would have something for the ladies…

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian, always practical, examines the suit of black armor and the sword that is chained to the wall.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The chest contains, not jewelry, but platinum coins.

The Cimmerian feels a dark strength oozing from the armor, as if it is eager to be worn. The sword's feelings are more visibly expressed; it strains against the chains, rattling them as it lunges off the wall and bounces back.

 

[Endur]

Concerned about the "darkness" and the clawed nature of the armor, the Cimmerian focuses less on the armor and more on the sword.

Without removing the chains, the Cimmerian places his hand on the hilt of the sword.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia runs her hands through them grasping a handful before she lets them fall to back into the chest one at a time, Well the Seer never did glance at me so maybe he ignored that side of his life. She glances at Sandorel with a concerned and worried frown unhappy with the idea that he too might end up live that way. Hopefuly my friend you will not chose that path and at least I can find comfort in the fact that you do look at me.

She turns to look at how the others are doing a huge smile upon her face, “My friends, its obvious the tapestries from above are not all of the Seer’s treasure. We have plenty to share and I want you to do with your share as you see fit so I will accompany you to Sigil if no issue with accompany me to the Sune’s temple in Waterdeep so I can donate my share to her. If some of you would like to sale yours to Sune that would be most welcome indeed.”

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Concerned about the "darkness" and the clawed nature of the armor, the Cimmerian focuses less on the armor and more on the sword.

Without removing the chains, the Cimmerian places his hand on the hilt of the sword.

The hilt fits snugly into his hand, but the blade still struggles to be free. A vague feeling of mixed happiness and claustrophobia infuses the Cimmerian, though not strongly enough to affect his own emotions; it clearly emanates from the sword.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

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

Brystasia smiles curiously at the distracted Cimmerian and cross the small chamber to him, “What did you find my Sire?” Brystasia gives a captivating smile, “Sire, you do realize that blade glows with the power of magic?”

 

[Dalamar]

"Do you think we have any means of transporting all these items? I myself have a magical bag, but I doubt we could fit much of them in it."

 

[Serpenteye]

Sandorel closes the book he was reading gently. Though it had been obviously partisan and unscientific in its approach it had contained some interesting thoughts, and the prose was splendidly composed. There would be more chances to study it later.
His expression is thoughtful as he answers Brystasia and adresses the rest of the group as well, realising that the situaion had changed and some mutual reciprocity was in order. Any more conflict now would risk undermining their unity too much. For the moment at least they would need each others support and cooperation.

"Your suggestion is more than reasonable, I will take us to Waterdeep and then back to Sigil. It might take us a week or two to sell all of this for an acceptable price. We shall have to have everything properly appraised, and it might be wise to hire an agent to help us with arranging the details of the sale. We cannot afford to be hasty when dealing with so enormous sums as this, if we get cheated off a single percent it could cost us tens of thousands of gold pieces.
We should wait with dividing the treasure until we know just how valuable it is. We all deserve an equal share."

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian responds to Brystasia, "Call me Conan. We are far away from the lands I once ruled. Even then, I would not have insisted upon formality from you."

The Cimmerian releases the chains upon the sword.