Paxus Asclepius
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The high priest informed Brystasia that the auction would be held tomorrow, and attendance was expected to be high; some of the Lords were expected to attend, possibly even the Blackstaff.
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Serpenteye
First Post
Sandorel, once again back in human size, reclines in the chair. Though his Ioun stones relieved him of his need for sleep and sustenance he nevertheless felt weariness creeping into his mind. Even while studying the tomes he kept straining his ears for every noise and his eyes would often rise from the pages to scan the room.
It was more than simple tension that made him weary, though. His recent experiences had changed him. It was not his attraction with Brystasia, or the companionship they were a part of. Nothing quite so mundane as that. No, it was the battle with the Seer and the part he had played in his death that was affecting him so deeply. Soon entirely new methods of wielding magic would be within his grasp, another step on the path of infinite potential.
Weariness eventually wins over wariness and Sandorel casts Mislead, creating an illusionary replica of himself while making himself invisible. Maintaining the spell with a minimum of concentration he takes off his boots and armour and lies down on the Seer's rich bed. He spends the night in meditation and thought, resting even while he's maintaining the spell.
It was more than simple tension that made him weary, though. His recent experiences had changed him. It was not his attraction with Brystasia, or the companionship they were a part of. Nothing quite so mundane as that. No, it was the battle with the Seer and the part he had played in his death that was affecting him so deeply. Soon entirely new methods of wielding magic would be within his grasp, another step on the path of infinite potential.
Weariness eventually wins over wariness and Sandorel casts Mislead, creating an illusionary replica of himself while making himself invisible. Maintaining the spell with a minimum of concentration he takes off his boots and armour and lies down on the Seer's rich bed. He spends the night in meditation and thought, resting even while he's maintaining the spell.
Endur
First Post
Adventure! Fearsome foes and deadly battles! Wine, Women, and Song!
This is the life!
The Cimmerian thought to himself after Brystasia left to retire for the evening. One hand clenching a mug that was continuously refilled by the innkeeper and the other holding onto an eager tavern wench that leapt upon him after Brystasia left.
Too long he had lived in a place of rules and social status. To be back in the saddle again, to live by the sword, it made him feel like a man reborn!
This land was heavy in enchantments, heavier by far than he was accustomed too, and yet, he gave way to no man, be he wizard or no.
Brystasia! Her body was a vision of a goddess. An Enchantress of power.
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)
The noise is soft and familiar but Brystasia is unable to place it as she stirs. The movement causes a slight wave of pain to course between her temples but its gone as quickly as it showed. Brystasia after wincing realizes that the noise had stopped and tries to remember where she is.
“Sune’s blessing milady but the morning has arrived. I truly hope you slept well.”
The voice is soft and pleasant but it sounds harsh to Brystasia as she groans in reply trying to opens her eyes in the process but she only sees an unfocused and blurred silvery yellow blob. Not use to sleeping with her hair down it takes Brystasia a second to place the view, Great that’s going go to be a nightmarish mess to deal with.
The persistent voice continues this time with a touch of worry, “Are you feeling alright milady?”
Brystasia gentle rolls to her side carefully realizing that she is lying on her hair as she runs her fingers through it confirming her thoughts that indeed her hair was a tangled mess that would be near impossible to salvage without great effort, maybe I should just cut it off all off and start over.
Her own suggestion sounds ridiculous as her eyes catch daylight for the first time. The sight is a normal one as a young female about her age was smiling back at her. A smile that Brystasia didn’t really feel at the moment, “Good morning Hestia and no need to worry I’m fine.”
Hestia doesn’t hesitate as she continues talking the familiar sounds of her cleaning continue as Brystasia tries to focus on the world, “That’s good milady as today is the auction, right?”
Brystasia frowns realizing that indeed today was the day of the auction and her hopes of staying in bed where crushed, “Indeed it is Hestia, and from what I’ve been hearing today might be some sort of a record turnout.” Brystasia feels slightly better as she listens to her own words, “Today shall be a great day to spread Sune’s words and love.”
Hestia, a pretty girl in her own right with dark hair and darker eyes, turns from the articles of clothing she was folding smiling fondly at Brystasia , “Indeed it shall be milady.” Hestia turns back to the clothing and simply states, “Milady did you know you’re the talk of Waterdeep this morning?”
Brystasia roles her Turquoise eyes in absolute disgust and sighs, When am I not the talk of the town…? She bites her tongue though knowing that Hestia wasn’t going to be denied talking about her gossip and though Brystasia knew that Hestia told others of her comings and goings their friendship was true and no real secrets was ever spilled.
Brystasia pulls herself up in her bed realizing that she slept in her dress’ strapless slip. The slip was part of a radical change in Waterdeep’s high noble fashion and one that Brystasia was quite happy with as it meant the loss of nearly 15 pounds of clothing from the near endless petticoats and skirts that was high fashion last year, Sune, please never again with that style.
Realizing Hestia is still waiting for a reply she replies not quite successful in hiding her annoyance as she pulls the slips back up adjusting her breasts to a more comfortable position, “Oh really? What is it this time?”
Hestia turns and looks shocked, “Why your date with your new unknown friend, milady!”
Brystasia frowns deep in though honestly confused at what she was talking about, “Date? I had no date…” She rolls her eyes again in obviously disgust and quickly moves to put an end to the rumor, “Conan? That was no date it was simply a celebration of our parties success.”
Hestia looks at her with an unbelieving sidewise glance, “A party usually consists of more than two milady.”
Brystasia stands upon her knees in the middle of the bed voicing her displeasure at the rumors, “Hestia it was simply friends getting together for drinks and nothing more.”
Hestia winks and turns back to her work replying dryly, “Sure it was milady. So how did your non date go then?”
Brystasia contemplates throwing a pillow at her friend, It wasn’t a date. but thinks decides not too. “It seemed to go well enough… I guess. He’s a hard man to get to open up its almost like he doesn’t trust anyone or its almost like he is two different people at times. Like he complemented me in the middle of a dungeon comparing me to some undead goddess, or queen, I don’t really remember which but last night their where none.”
She thinks back to the tavern and the ever-present strangers that seem to flock to her. She frowns, signs and continues soft-spoken, “Well at least not from him.”
Hestia had been laughing at the complement that had been offered missed her frown and fallow up comments, “He compared you to what?”
Brystasia simple shrugs trying to defend Conan’s words, “It was kind of cute in weird barbarian way.”
Hestia curtsies and smiles apologetically, “With milady’s experience at complements if you like it then a decent and nice complement it was indeed.” She nodded her head for emphasis.
Brystasia grins as she rolls her eyes while waving at her hand dismissively at Hestia, “So anyhow this date what’s the gossip?
Hestia grins as she heads to the closet looking at dresses for today’s auction holding each on up briefly if Brystasia raises an eyebrow in interest when she points to each. “Well it seems your handsome stranger shortly after you left was seen holding one of the barmaids on his lap in a rather romantic nature.”
Brystasia feels a slight twinge of jealously at the news but nothing except a smile is showing on her face, “Oh really? Well good for him as I said it wasn’t a date at all. Just friends.”
Hestia carries on and Brystasia is left wondering if she really ever needs to respond to her gossip, “Well rumors, persistent rumors at that milady, is that Lord Acheron, of the merchant house by the same name, paid for the wench’s services in the hope of hurting your savage friends chances and also in hopes of bolstering Ragnar, his oldest son chances with you.”
Brystasia had long ago grown accustomed to such gossip but it still struck a hurtful cord with her, Why do these people constantly do this? She looks at Hestia her voice full of disdain, “That sounds like the good lord he’s tried everything else to win my affections… Including his own son.” She sits and wonders how such a cruel old man could be attracted to her but she quickly decided it’s simply skin-deep lust and nothing more.
Hestia had pulled out a light but deep blue gown that made her eyes stand out and a stole that was highlighted with Sune’s symbol with her redheaded tendrils cascading through out it. Hestia walks out of the room briefly turning the water on for Brystasia knowing that she prefers too bath in the morning and she also drops in a few drops of Brystasia’s favorite oils before returning to the room.
Brystasia removes the rest of her clothing with no reservations to being naked in front of Hestia, to have something against nudity would be against Sune’s beliefs, as Hestia continues back into today’s gossip, “Oh milady Lord Agravain told me to tell you hello.”
Brystasia looks slightly confused trying to place name finally realizing that he’s related to the one of the lords of Waterdeep but so far removed it was impossible for him to raise in power. At least through his blood he was worth fortune in money wise but that’s not what bothered Brystasia, “Why? He’s married and has a young child.”
Hestia turns and smiles at Brystasia, “Oh you didn’t hear the good news then? The good lord’s wife is pregnant again and they are suspecting twins. Isn’t that just wonderful?”
Brystasia frowns shocked at what she’s hearing, “My gods, I feel nothing but sorrow. His wife is pregnant and all Lord Agravain can do is think about courting me.”
Hestia simply shrugs smiling sadly, “Milady it’s not like he doesn’t love her. If you could ever see them in public he truly adore her. It’s just that Brystasia, milady and my closet friend, you’re hardly a normal woman. Sune has truly blessed you all the men who look upon you realize this and most seem unable to resist your charms. I wish you wouldn’t get like this as theirs little you can do about it.”
She reaches over and grasps Brystasia shoulder making their eyes meet. “Enjoy your bath milady my Sune’s guidance easy your mind.” She kisses Brystasia on the forehead and leaves her chambers.
Brystasia sits on her bed thinking for a few minutes thinking upon her friend’s words before she heads for her bath still upset at what she heard, Sune's blessing and my mother’s curse.
She immerges from her chambers in little more than an hour later hoping to find the others and seeing how she can help in the final hours from before the auction.
The noise is soft and familiar but Brystasia is unable to place it as she stirs. The movement causes a slight wave of pain to course between her temples but its gone as quickly as it showed. Brystasia after wincing realizes that the noise had stopped and tries to remember where she is.
“Sune’s blessing milady but the morning has arrived. I truly hope you slept well.”
The voice is soft and pleasant but it sounds harsh to Brystasia as she groans in reply trying to opens her eyes in the process but she only sees an unfocused and blurred silvery yellow blob. Not use to sleeping with her hair down it takes Brystasia a second to place the view, Great that’s going go to be a nightmarish mess to deal with.
The persistent voice continues this time with a touch of worry, “Are you feeling alright milady?”
Brystasia gentle rolls to her side carefully realizing that she is lying on her hair as she runs her fingers through it confirming her thoughts that indeed her hair was a tangled mess that would be near impossible to salvage without great effort, maybe I should just cut it off all off and start over.
Her own suggestion sounds ridiculous as her eyes catch daylight for the first time. The sight is a normal one as a young female about her age was smiling back at her. A smile that Brystasia didn’t really feel at the moment, “Good morning Hestia and no need to worry I’m fine.”
Hestia doesn’t hesitate as she continues talking the familiar sounds of her cleaning continue as Brystasia tries to focus on the world, “That’s good milady as today is the auction, right?”
Brystasia frowns realizing that indeed today was the day of the auction and her hopes of staying in bed where crushed, “Indeed it is Hestia, and from what I’ve been hearing today might be some sort of a record turnout.” Brystasia feels slightly better as she listens to her own words, “Today shall be a great day to spread Sune’s words and love.”
Hestia, a pretty girl in her own right with dark hair and darker eyes, turns from the articles of clothing she was folding smiling fondly at Brystasia , “Indeed it shall be milady.” Hestia turns back to the clothing and simply states, “Milady did you know you’re the talk of Waterdeep this morning?”
Brystasia roles her Turquoise eyes in absolute disgust and sighs, When am I not the talk of the town…? She bites her tongue though knowing that Hestia wasn’t going to be denied talking about her gossip and though Brystasia knew that Hestia told others of her comings and goings their friendship was true and no real secrets was ever spilled.
Brystasia pulls herself up in her bed realizing that she slept in her dress’ strapless slip. The slip was part of a radical change in Waterdeep’s high noble fashion and one that Brystasia was quite happy with as it meant the loss of nearly 15 pounds of clothing from the near endless petticoats and skirts that was high fashion last year, Sune, please never again with that style.
Realizing Hestia is still waiting for a reply she replies not quite successful in hiding her annoyance as she pulls the slips back up adjusting her breasts to a more comfortable position, “Oh really? What is it this time?”
Hestia turns and looks shocked, “Why your date with your new unknown friend, milady!”
Brystasia frowns deep in though honestly confused at what she was talking about, “Date? I had no date…” She rolls her eyes again in obviously disgust and quickly moves to put an end to the rumor, “Conan? That was no date it was simply a celebration of our parties success.”
Hestia looks at her with an unbelieving sidewise glance, “A party usually consists of more than two milady.”
Brystasia stands upon her knees in the middle of the bed voicing her displeasure at the rumors, “Hestia it was simply friends getting together for drinks and nothing more.”
Hestia winks and turns back to her work replying dryly, “Sure it was milady. So how did your non date go then?”
Brystasia contemplates throwing a pillow at her friend, It wasn’t a date. but thinks decides not too. “It seemed to go well enough… I guess. He’s a hard man to get to open up its almost like he doesn’t trust anyone or its almost like he is two different people at times. Like he complemented me in the middle of a dungeon comparing me to some undead goddess, or queen, I don’t really remember which but last night their where none.”
She thinks back to the tavern and the ever-present strangers that seem to flock to her. She frowns, signs and continues soft-spoken, “Well at least not from him.”
Hestia had been laughing at the complement that had been offered missed her frown and fallow up comments, “He compared you to what?”
Brystasia simple shrugs trying to defend Conan’s words, “It was kind of cute in weird barbarian way.”
Hestia curtsies and smiles apologetically, “With milady’s experience at complements if you like it then a decent and nice complement it was indeed.” She nodded her head for emphasis.
Brystasia grins as she rolls her eyes while waving at her hand dismissively at Hestia, “So anyhow this date what’s the gossip?
Hestia grins as she heads to the closet looking at dresses for today’s auction holding each on up briefly if Brystasia raises an eyebrow in interest when she points to each. “Well it seems your handsome stranger shortly after you left was seen holding one of the barmaids on his lap in a rather romantic nature.”
Brystasia feels a slight twinge of jealously at the news but nothing except a smile is showing on her face, “Oh really? Well good for him as I said it wasn’t a date at all. Just friends.”
Hestia carries on and Brystasia is left wondering if she really ever needs to respond to her gossip, “Well rumors, persistent rumors at that milady, is that Lord Acheron, of the merchant house by the same name, paid for the wench’s services in the hope of hurting your savage friends chances and also in hopes of bolstering Ragnar, his oldest son chances with you.”
Brystasia had long ago grown accustomed to such gossip but it still struck a hurtful cord with her, Why do these people constantly do this? She looks at Hestia her voice full of disdain, “That sounds like the good lord he’s tried everything else to win my affections… Including his own son.” She sits and wonders how such a cruel old man could be attracted to her but she quickly decided it’s simply skin-deep lust and nothing more.
Hestia had pulled out a light but deep blue gown that made her eyes stand out and a stole that was highlighted with Sune’s symbol with her redheaded tendrils cascading through out it. Hestia walks out of the room briefly turning the water on for Brystasia knowing that she prefers too bath in the morning and she also drops in a few drops of Brystasia’s favorite oils before returning to the room.
Brystasia removes the rest of her clothing with no reservations to being naked in front of Hestia, to have something against nudity would be against Sune’s beliefs, as Hestia continues back into today’s gossip, “Oh milady Lord Agravain told me to tell you hello.”
Brystasia looks slightly confused trying to place name finally realizing that he’s related to the one of the lords of Waterdeep but so far removed it was impossible for him to raise in power. At least through his blood he was worth fortune in money wise but that’s not what bothered Brystasia, “Why? He’s married and has a young child.”
Hestia turns and smiles at Brystasia, “Oh you didn’t hear the good news then? The good lord’s wife is pregnant again and they are suspecting twins. Isn’t that just wonderful?”
Brystasia frowns shocked at what she’s hearing, “My gods, I feel nothing but sorrow. His wife is pregnant and all Lord Agravain can do is think about courting me.”
Hestia simply shrugs smiling sadly, “Milady it’s not like he doesn’t love her. If you could ever see them in public he truly adore her. It’s just that Brystasia, milady and my closet friend, you’re hardly a normal woman. Sune has truly blessed you all the men who look upon you realize this and most seem unable to resist your charms. I wish you wouldn’t get like this as theirs little you can do about it.”
She reaches over and grasps Brystasia shoulder making their eyes meet. “Enjoy your bath milady my Sune’s guidance easy your mind.” She kisses Brystasia on the forehead and leaves her chambers.
Brystasia sits on her bed thinking for a few minutes thinking upon her friend’s words before she heads for her bath still upset at what she heard, Sune's blessing and my mother’s curse.
She immerges from her chambers in little more than an hour later hoping to find the others and seeing how she can help in the final hours from before the auction.
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Velenne
Explorer
Antillis sits atop the Temple of Sune and watches the bustling night life of Waterdeep in relative peace. It has little use for contemplation, less for introspection, and so consumes itself with the Endless Hunt.
It is ever wary of its kin and the bounty placed upon its own hide. Rare indeed is the lone Hunter among Xill, rarer still one born of Antillis' immense proportions. To be blessed so is a sign of great things, and indeed this Hunter has never lost a Prey nor tasted death. Yet in estranging itself from its kind, it has been Marked and thus can never return to its former caste.
Antillis fears no other Hunter, believing itself the pinnacle of Xill, and so welcomes the opportunity to prove its mettle yet again.
Leaping off the steeple onto a nearby rooftop, it wraps itself in the darkness and continues to watch Waterdeep in anonymity, even peering through one of the windows at a tavern when it hears the Cimmerian's uproarious laughter. Upon the final chime of the Watch, it returns to Sune's Temple to await Brystasia...
~~
Brysasia shimmies out of her dress and gives one final look into the mirror to let down her hair. As she turns toward her bed, she is shocked to see a ten-foot Xill stooped over in her chambers, its helmet scratching the molding.
Antillis acknowledges with only a slight turn of its head. There is movement beneath the faceplate followed by the deafening translation,
"So soon, my azure-eyed vixen? Nay, no subtle flame can replace you!"
The words sound performed and obviously more tempered than the typical monotone created by the translator. In fact, it almost sounds human. Then she recalls the bard's performance that night for her and Conan. It was nearly identical, right down to the inflection.
Antillis' unique, cobalt-blue armor suddenly comes alive. Every open nook and crevice seals over, creating an immobile shell around the Hunter. Before Brysasia's shocked eyes, the Xill fades from view and returns to stalking the Ethereal plane, having checked in as it promised.
It is ever wary of its kin and the bounty placed upon its own hide. Rare indeed is the lone Hunter among Xill, rarer still one born of Antillis' immense proportions. To be blessed so is a sign of great things, and indeed this Hunter has never lost a Prey nor tasted death. Yet in estranging itself from its kind, it has been Marked and thus can never return to its former caste.
Antillis fears no other Hunter, believing itself the pinnacle of Xill, and so welcomes the opportunity to prove its mettle yet again.
Leaping off the steeple onto a nearby rooftop, it wraps itself in the darkness and continues to watch Waterdeep in anonymity, even peering through one of the windows at a tavern when it hears the Cimmerian's uproarious laughter. Upon the final chime of the Watch, it returns to Sune's Temple to await Brystasia...
~~
Brysasia shimmies out of her dress and gives one final look into the mirror to let down her hair. As she turns toward her bed, she is shocked to see a ten-foot Xill stooped over in her chambers, its helmet scratching the molding.
Antillis acknowledges with only a slight turn of its head. There is movement beneath the faceplate followed by the deafening translation,
"So soon, my azure-eyed vixen? Nay, no subtle flame can replace you!"
The words sound performed and obviously more tempered than the typical monotone created by the translator. In fact, it almost sounds human. Then she recalls the bard's performance that night for her and Conan. It was nearly identical, right down to the inflection.
Antillis' unique, cobalt-blue armor suddenly comes alive. Every open nook and crevice seals over, creating an immobile shell around the Hunter. Before Brysasia's shocked eyes, the Xill fades from view and returns to stalking the Ethereal plane, having checked in as it promised.
Endur
First Post
The Cimmerian sleeps for two hours and then awakens with the dawn.
Through the lightly traveled streets, he travels to the top of one of the hills that flanks the city.
He looks down upon Waterdeep, marveling at its majesty.
A pity that he will have to leave this city in but a few days.
Destruction follows in his wake, where ever he goes. Staying here longer than a week would be inviting cosmic vengence upon this place from Thoth-amon, Akivasha, and the other powers of Stygia.
They may lack the ability to destroy him, but they can certainly make things dangerous for those who are located near him.
After staring at the city for a while, the Cimmerian returns to now bustling city. After buying breakfast from a street vendor, he continues on into Waterdeep's Trade Quarter, seeking out jewelrysmiths and goldsmiths.
He needs to find a beautiful present for the most beautiful woman in the world. Something she doesn't already have.
Idly his mind wonders whether the shopkeepers are terrifed by his presence, or used to the presence of powerful barbarians.
Through the lightly traveled streets, he travels to the top of one of the hills that flanks the city.
He looks down upon Waterdeep, marveling at its majesty.
A pity that he will have to leave this city in but a few days.
Destruction follows in his wake, where ever he goes. Staying here longer than a week would be inviting cosmic vengence upon this place from Thoth-amon, Akivasha, and the other powers of Stygia.
They may lack the ability to destroy him, but they can certainly make things dangerous for those who are located near him.
After staring at the city for a while, the Cimmerian returns to now bustling city. After buying breakfast from a street vendor, he continues on into Waterdeep's Trade Quarter, seeking out jewelrysmiths and goldsmiths.
He needs to find a beautiful present for the most beautiful woman in the world. Something she doesn't already have.
Idly his mind wonders whether the shopkeepers are terrifed by his presence, or used to the presence of powerful barbarians.
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Dalamar
Adventurer
Vilya wakes up, some of his muscles aching lightly from all the dancing the day before. She first gets herself a bath, enjoying the rare chance for one. She washes away the dirt that has accumulated during the weeks on the desert without a bath, the sweat that has formed and dried on her.
After done with her bath, she starts carefully going through her hair with a comb. It was lots of work, but she hadn't gotten used to the short-cropped hair style of the other dervishes.
Done with that, she does some stretching to ease her muscles. She decides against actual excersising, however, since she doesn't want to build more sweat. When she starts getting dressed properly, she stops for a while before continuing.
"I should propably get some new clothes... these need to be washed up", she says to herself.
And that is exactly what she is going to do. She'll go to the streets of Waterdeep and try look for clothes on sale. She'd prefer an outfit with the same kind of sandy colors as the one she is wearing, but if none are found will take something with earthen colors.
Done with getting new clothes, the elf returns to the temple to change into one of her new outfits. She will then proceed to see if any breakfast is served at the Temple of Sune.
After done with her bath, she starts carefully going through her hair with a comb. It was lots of work, but she hadn't gotten used to the short-cropped hair style of the other dervishes.
Done with that, she does some stretching to ease her muscles. She decides against actual excersising, however, since she doesn't want to build more sweat. When she starts getting dressed properly, she stops for a while before continuing.
"I should propably get some new clothes... these need to be washed up", she says to herself.
And that is exactly what she is going to do. She'll go to the streets of Waterdeep and try look for clothes on sale. She'd prefer an outfit with the same kind of sandy colors as the one she is wearing, but if none are found will take something with earthen colors.
Done with getting new clothes, the elf returns to the temple to change into one of her new outfits. She will then proceed to see if any breakfast is served at the Temple of Sune.
Paxus Asclepius
First Post
Those of the party staying at the Temple are served a light breakfast of colorfully, artfully arranged fruits. Acolytes have spent the night cataloging the items to be sold (under the watchful eyes of Sandorel's illusion), and now move them to a large courtyard.
The yard fills with people, a small knot of the wealthy and their servants in the middle, and a larger crowd of spectators surrounding them. The auction begins with the most magnificent piece, the malachite wyrmling; no less a personage than Khelben Arunson himself purchases it after heated bidding, for a final price tag of 140,000 pieces of gold. Mutters and rumours of his intentions abound; the common concensus is that he intends to turn it into a golem. Many of the other items are purchased for fantastic sums, though none approaches that display of affluence. Brystasia notices a number of her brethren among the bidders, though not wearing their vestments; they focus especially on the magnificent tapestries. At the end of the day, the sum of monies collected totals a staggering 640,000 gold; this sum includes neither the 10,000 platinum in the Seer's strongbox nor any of the magical items.
The yard fills with people, a small knot of the wealthy and their servants in the middle, and a larger crowd of spectators surrounding them. The auction begins with the most magnificent piece, the malachite wyrmling; no less a personage than Khelben Arunson himself purchases it after heated bidding, for a final price tag of 140,000 pieces of gold. Mutters and rumours of his intentions abound; the common concensus is that he intends to turn it into a golem. Many of the other items are purchased for fantastic sums, though none approaches that display of affluence. Brystasia notices a number of her brethren among the bidders, though not wearing their vestments; they focus especially on the magnificent tapestries. At the end of the day, the sum of monies collected totals a staggering 640,000 gold; this sum includes neither the 10,000 platinum in the Seer's strongbox nor any of the magical items.
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)
Brystasia does nothing but smile all day it seems. From small ones, to radiant one she shows them all. It starts with greeting her companions for breakfast where she’s pleasantly surprised by the turn expecting that most of her companions would have kept to their own personal routines. She eats little not that she ever watches her weight due to her mother’s heritage but because she spends so much time playing hostess for her companions.
Before the auction she takes a second to talk to Sandorel, “Everything will turn out just fine, trust me okay?” She doesn’t stay long and moves to great all of the future bidders wishing them luck and laughing each time one of them asks her if she is going to be auctioned off.
During the auction she greets each one of the winners with a hug and a kiss on the check she proceeds to thank each one for their time hoping that they’ll be happy with their auction wins.
Brystasia had been keeping an eye out for the bed hoping that the church would win it, she has commentated trying to win the bed on her own accord but for all her earthly possessions she knew she would never be able to afford it and asking her friends to not sale it would mean they would never know what the market value really was. She finished her thoughts just in time that the church was outbid and the bed was sold. Signing she walks over and sincerelycongratulates the winner thinking, Oh well you would have been a waste in my chamber.
She has little hope for the phoenix-feather quilt comes around, My Sune, the prices are through the roof! and is quite surprised when the temple does win it. With no one to great see walks over to one of the church officials making her desire for the quilt to be known, “If possible I would love to be honored by Sune with the quilt.” The official smile and nods and tells her that others have the option of the quilt first but that he would try his best. Giving a nodding smile and thinking him personally Brystasia turns back to the auction and the winners.
When the auction is over she smiles hopefully that all of her companions are happy with the auction winnings, “Please my friends fallow me and we can get you share of the winnings. If you plan to make purchases out in town the temple can hold your winnings and you can give the craftsman a token and he can get his coins from the church but only if you prefer. Most of the craftsmen of Waterdeep are on good terms with us Sunites and this service is free.” She giggles softly as if she gets a joke, “We Sunites seem to keep most of the craftsmen in business.”
When everyone has decided how they want their coins Brystasia wrappers her arms around one of Sandorel’s and starts to escort him off to a more private spot. With a smile on her face she turns to him, “Sandorel, I need you. I’m planning on identify the magical items that the Seer had but I’ll be honest I could honestly use your assistance in helping me.” She smiles charmingly hoping that it will turn the tide yet one more time.
Brystasia does nothing but smile all day it seems. From small ones, to radiant one she shows them all. It starts with greeting her companions for breakfast where she’s pleasantly surprised by the turn expecting that most of her companions would have kept to their own personal routines. She eats little not that she ever watches her weight due to her mother’s heritage but because she spends so much time playing hostess for her companions.
Before the auction she takes a second to talk to Sandorel, “Everything will turn out just fine, trust me okay?” She doesn’t stay long and moves to great all of the future bidders wishing them luck and laughing each time one of them asks her if she is going to be auctioned off.
During the auction she greets each one of the winners with a hug and a kiss on the check she proceeds to thank each one for their time hoping that they’ll be happy with their auction wins.
Brystasia had been keeping an eye out for the bed hoping that the church would win it, she has commentated trying to win the bed on her own accord but for all her earthly possessions she knew she would never be able to afford it and asking her friends to not sale it would mean they would never know what the market value really was. She finished her thoughts just in time that the church was outbid and the bed was sold. Signing she walks over and sincerelycongratulates the winner thinking, Oh well you would have been a waste in my chamber.
She has little hope for the phoenix-feather quilt comes around, My Sune, the prices are through the roof! and is quite surprised when the temple does win it. With no one to great see walks over to one of the church officials making her desire for the quilt to be known, “If possible I would love to be honored by Sune with the quilt.” The official smile and nods and tells her that others have the option of the quilt first but that he would try his best. Giving a nodding smile and thinking him personally Brystasia turns back to the auction and the winners.
When the auction is over she smiles hopefully that all of her companions are happy with the auction winnings, “Please my friends fallow me and we can get you share of the winnings. If you plan to make purchases out in town the temple can hold your winnings and you can give the craftsman a token and he can get his coins from the church but only if you prefer. Most of the craftsmen of Waterdeep are on good terms with us Sunites and this service is free.” She giggles softly as if she gets a joke, “We Sunites seem to keep most of the craftsmen in business.”
When everyone has decided how they want their coins Brystasia wrappers her arms around one of Sandorel’s and starts to escort him off to a more private spot. With a smile on her face she turns to him, “Sandorel, I need you. I’m planning on identify the magical items that the Seer had but I’ll be honest I could honestly use your assistance in helping me.” She smiles charmingly hoping that it will turn the tide yet one more time.
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The Cimmerian continues to wander the streets in the Trade Quarter, looking for a gift for Brystasia.
Nearly everything imaginable and some things he never imagined were for sale here.
And, yet, although there were many things of beauty to compare with the fantastic artworks they had found in the Seer's quarters, there was nothing that "fit."
Then, looking up, Conan saw the Griffon riders gliding across the sky of waterdeep. He realizes immediately what to buy Brystasia.
The Cimmerian resolves to buy Brystasia a Griffon or whatever other fantastical mount is available.
ooc: In the MM, Griffon young are 7k, Giant Owl young are 4k, Pegasi young are 3k. The Cimmerian will buy whatever he can find. He's willing to pay a reasonable markup over the MM prices. He is too practical to buy an unhatched egg.
Nearly everything imaginable and some things he never imagined were for sale here.
And, yet, although there were many things of beauty to compare with the fantastic artworks they had found in the Seer's quarters, there was nothing that "fit."
Then, looking up, Conan saw the Griffon riders gliding across the sky of waterdeep. He realizes immediately what to buy Brystasia.
The Cimmerian resolves to buy Brystasia a Griffon or whatever other fantastical mount is available.
ooc: In the MM, Griffon young are 7k, Giant Owl young are 4k, Pegasi young are 3k. The Cimmerian will buy whatever he can find. He's willing to pay a reasonable markup over the MM prices. He is too practical to buy an unhatched egg.
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